Loveday To Be Here
Wild Cards - House Rules
Edited by George R. R. Martin
Assisted by Melinda M. Snodgrass
Harper Voyager
ISBN 9780008283612
House Rules is, by my count, the 33rd novel in the Wild Cards series of books I’ve been reading since the 1980s. This one was published and purchased by me last year and so, apologies for not getting to this review sooner but my book pile was a little more unmanageable than usual this year.
This one opens, as did at least one of the other recent ones (if memory serves) with a three page summation of the main points of the Wild Cards world and, if you’re not familiar with the story of the Wild Cards virus from the planet Takis, then a very bare bones summation may be... a horrible alien virus swept the Earth in the 1940s and you and your future generations either die when the Wild Card gene pops up in your natural life cycle, or you are a nat (normal person, unaffected), a mutated Joker, a super-powered being (an Ace) or something in between those last two (a Deuce). But you wouldn’t want to start on the books this late in the series anyway so, go back because, the Earth has its own alternate evolution from the 1940s onward as a result and the various writers who create these ‘mosaic novels’ have created an entire history of this world leading to the present day.
And this one takes place on an island off the coast of Cornwall called Keun, protected by a disappearing causeway when the tide is high. Here a very rich and mysterious ace called Jago Branok has rebuilt a famous manor called Loveday House. And every month or so he invites different guests he’s researched for a weekend party in the house. But you don’t want to go out on the grounds at night and you certainly don’t want ot be wandering the corridors of this vast house alone without one of the servants to guide you... you may find yourself a little lost.
It was only a matter of time, I suppose, that the Wild Cards books found themselves digging into the concept of a multiverse and the unique thing about Loveday House, which is a really dangerous place to the curious and unescorted, is that it is a hub for different worlds which share the same point in time and multidimensional space as this version of Loveday. And, of course, because this is a Wild Cards book, it doesn’t once revert to having multiple heroes and villains from multiple dimensions meet each other in battle (other than one special ‘spectre’, I’ll leave it at that)... instead, the idea is explored by a group of different stories, each taking place at a different party at Loveday... all woven together by the bookends and linking narratives told from the viewpoint of Mr. Gary Bushorn, in story excerpts by Stephen Leigh. Leigh also writes the story of the first party which Gary attends, called Promises Redux. Gary then, after some shenanigans, stays on at the house to be the dance master for Jago and is, of course, the constant story arc observer that weaves through the rest of the stories.
In this story we also meet the butler, who looks like, sounds like and is called Hitchcock... rescued from a parallel world where, presumably, Hitchcock was not a director. To quote Caroline Spector’s later story, “‘Good evening,’ he said, drawing out evening...”, which is exactly how I do my Alfred Hitchcock impression in real life.
Now there aren’t that many appearances by known aces but there are a few which will delight readers of the previous novels... so Dr. Bradley Finn, the centaur joker, is one of the guests in the first story. Topper and Ink also appear in one of the stories here too and... oh, wait, I’ll get to Herne The Hunter in a minute.
The second story, Lady Sri Extricates Herself, Emerging Not Entirely Unscathed by Mary Anne Mohanra, features an ace I’m pretty sure we’ve met before and is another wonderful story set in the house, where things get kind of out of hand (and things getting out of hand usually means at least one person meets their death at the house, in this particular tome). This one’s a really delightful story about embracing love in unexpected places, too.
Next up is Caroline Spector’s Bah, Humbug, Murder... a Christmas tale which is also a sort of drawing room murder mystery, which is always a favourite around that season. This one also includes Constance, the Ace powered dress designer who we first met in a story where she killed one of the Kray twins in the Wild Cards version of the UK in the 1960s. So, she’s quite old now at the time of this story but she’s certainly no less fun and, of course, solves the murder like an Ace version of Miss Marple.
After this we have Two Lovedays by Peter Newman, where the owner and builder of the original house, at least one of her multiversal versions, sets ace against ace (including a few you may also remember from the British set cycle of Wild Cards novels) and nearly succeeds in her power play.
The fifth tale is called The Nautilus Pattern by Kevin Andrew Murphy which tells its story from the viewpoint of the owner of the local antique shop and his wife, an ex-porn star especially remembered for appearing with Jokers in Joker-porn movies in her youth. This one does indeed include Herne The Hunter and said wife who was his ex, has believed him dead all these years since the battle of The Rox, which involved Bloat, who readers of the earlier books will certainly remember.*
The sixth and final tale before the concluding bookends is Raw Deal by Peader Ó Guilín. This is probably the nastiest of the stories but it’s no less entertaining and, well, the cost of this one certainly threatens to rock the status quo of Loveday House and Lord Jago Branok’s parties. This one also mentions an alternate reality Hitchcock film called The Fish (as opposed to The Birds) and, I for one, would like to know what establishment Jetman is referring to when he says that some unnamed place is “the best comic shop in London” because, frankly, very few comic shops in my country’s capital manage to stock a decent supply of back issues these days.
And what can I say, really, other than that which I say whenever I read a new Wild Cards novel... it’s an absolute joy to read. There are actually no dud stories here again and, yeah, no matter if the writer is new to me or a seasoned favourite, it always captures my imagination and leads me back into the world of the Wild Card characters in the most addictive way possible. I had an absolutely wonderful time with this one again but, asides from my usual warning about House Rules not being a jump on point (you should always read these novels from the very start, I would say), then fans of the Wild Cards novels as a whole should really give this one a go. It’s brilliant and I, once again, never wanted it to end.
*Although this is one of those Wild Card books which doesn’t have a Croyd Crenson sighting, this time around... as far as I could tell, anyway.
