Monday, 17 August 2015

Book Review | The Good, the Bad and the Smug by Tom Holt

New Evil.

Same as the Old Evil, but with better PR.

Mordak isn't bad, as far as goblin kings go, but when someone, or something, starts pumping gold into the human kingdoms it puts his rule into serious jeopardy. Suddenly he's locked in an arms race with a species whose arms he once considered merely part of a calorie-controlled diet.

Helped by an elf with a background in journalism and a masters degree in being really pleased with herself, Mordak sets out to discover what on earth (if indeed, that's where he is) is going on. He knows that the truth is out there. If only he could remember where he put it.


Evil just isn't what it was.

Used to be, you could slaughter a dwarf and gnaw his gnarly bones all the way home without attracting any undesirable attention. Now? Not so much. It's a new world, you know? And it might just be that the new world needs a new breed of evil.

In The Good, the Bad and the Smug, Tom Holt—aka K. J. Parker—proposes exactly that as the premise of a satirical and sublimely self-aware fairytale that brings together the wit and the wickedness of the author's alter ego with the wordplay and the whimsy which have made the YouSpace series such a sweet treat so far.

Readers, meet Mordak: King of the Goblins, and winner of a special award at this year's Academy of Darkness do. The prize is just the icing on the (unfortunately metaphorical) cake; he's been turning a whole lot of heads of late. Why? Well:
It wasn't just Mordak's arbitrary and bewildering social reforms—universal free healthcare at rusty spike of delivery, for crying out loud—though those were intriguing enough to baffle even the shrewdest observers, frantically speculating about the twisted motives that underlay such a bizarre agenda. It was the goblin himself who'd caught the public imagination. Mordak had it; the indefinable blend of glamour, prestige, menace and charm that go to make a genuinely world-class villain. (p.3)
It isn't all he has to offer either, for Mordak is also the face of New Evil: a "caring and compassionate" (p.281) agenda he's in the middle of forcing down folks' throats when his eternal enemies—is there anything worse than people, really?—suddenly find themselves filthy rich. So filthy rich, in fact, that they could cause a proper problem for the goblins.

This is an obstacle Mordak simply must overcome if he's to have a chance of realising his reforms. To wit, together with Efluviel, an elf who'd do almost anything to get her job as a journalist back—a job Mordak can give her as easily as he took it away in the first place—the King strikes out on an unexpected journey in order to expose the source of all the goddamn gold the humans have gotten their grubby paws on.

The complete pointlessness of their ostensibly epic quest is fantastically foregrounded by the fact that we're in the know about the nature of said source long before Mordak and Efluviel even start down the right track. See, there's this little man with a supernatural spindle who's taken to spinning straw into precious metal, in the process putting "the people of this reality [...] on course for a fully functional and guaranteed bulletproof economy whose workings would bring about social justice, fairness and a living wage for all, together with peace in their time and mutual respect and understanding between the fascinatingly diverse communities who inhabited this shitheap." (pp.317-318)

If you're already aware of the Law of Conservation of All Sorts of Things, you'll know that the little man's magic is affecting a delicate balance. If not, suffice it to say that "there's a precisely quantified and absolutely limited quantity of both Good and Evil in every single reality in the Multiverse. It's not optional, and it's no good bringing a note from your mother." (p.196)

"Anyhow, on the whole it all sorts itself out, and so long as the balance isn't interfered with, everything chugs quietly along and nothing suddenly breaks down or goes horribly wrong," (p.197) but the sudden influx of money has knocked the situation for six... which may go some way towards explaining why Mordak has been behaving so strangely of late. The thing is, his New Evil agenda bears a certain resemblance to heroism. Sometimes he even saves the day!
Where in the Dark Lord's name had that come from, all of a sudden? That was what you got for associating with Elves and freezing your claws off on mountaintops; eventually the brain goes, the instincts decay, the moral fibre turns to mush, the categorical imperatives gurgle away down the U-bend and you might as well be dead. Worse still, you might as well be human. The hell with all this, Mordak told himself. I'm going to go in there and bite something. It's my only hope. (p.173)
Equal parts Terry Pratchett, Jasper Fforde and, naturally, K. J. Parker—the similarities are difficult to miss now we know they're there, especially in the intentionally tortured sentence structure—Tom Holt's new novel is, like his last three at least, a bona fide feast of fun. Composed as it is of courses of social commentary, observational comedy and subversive satire, each as smart and sharp as the last, The Good, the Bad and the Smug is a metaphorical meal worth munching... albeit one best digested in bite-sized sittings.

To be sure, you could easily read it in an evening, but the fourth of the loosely-connected YouSpace books tells a tale you should savour rather than gorge on, lest its lacks—characters that aren't a patch on Pratchett's, and great swathes of story that seem to be going nowhere slowly—become apparent. But take your time and you'll find a whole lot to like, most notably an extended riff on Rumplestiltzkin with a real fiscal cliff of a twist.

A word to the wise: The Good, the Bad and the Smug probably isn't the best jumping-on point for K. J. Parker fans keen to experience the lighter side of said pseudonym. Read Doughnut instead; When It's A Jar when you're ready; and then there's The Outsorcerer's Apprentice. I dare say you'll find your way back to The Good, the Bad and the Smug sooner rather than later, because once you start reading Tom Holt, there's not much in the Multiverse that could cause you to stop.

Promise me one thing, though, before you undertake that dastardly task: "Look not for too long into the doughnut, lest the doughnut look into you." (p.31)


The Good, the Bad and the Smug
by Tom Holt

UK & US Publication: July 2015, Orbit

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