This is only the second book that I've read in the “Flashing Swords” anthology series, edited by the infamous Lin Carter. The first one was basically an even split between the good and bad for me, making two of the four stories worthwhile. “Flashing Swords #4” stacks up a little better, since it has five stories, and three of those landed well.
The collection actually does something pretty smart in that it finishes on a Michael Moorcock “Elric” story, “Lands Beyond the World”, which I read years ago since it's also the middle segment of “Sailor on the Seas of Fate” (my favorite of the original 6 Elric books). In general I get pretty critical and impatient with Moorcock, since he tends to speed through the interesting stuff and he can be a trifle too talky. This is still a pretty solid entry into the fantasy genre, it has the albino swordsman being dropped off from a mysterious otherworldly ship, fighting pirates on an island, trying to rescue a woman in peril, and squaring off against an immortal sorcerer out of time who is being pursued by an immortal white horse. Elric is, as always, our depressive anti-Conan, and his adventures are suited to that idea.
John Jakes is in this one with his “Brak” character, who is very much an intentional Conan-clone... or “Clonan” if you will. He ends up in a kingdom ruled by an aged warlord who has a creepy eunuch wizard, and Brak is, of course, in chains. In “Storm in a Bottle”, Brak must learn in just two days why rain no longer falls in the kingdom, or be executed. As you were all looking to see, there is sorcery and a monster. Jakes is good at making the original “sword and sorcery” format feel relevant and fresh by really pummeling the hero with violence. Brak never gets out of an adventure without shedding some blood, making this quite the reverse of something that Lin Carter would write. A couple of elements might not sit well, being that the wizard, called “the sexless one”, keeps boys as servants and their effeminacy is posed as horrifying.
Returning in this volume is Jack Vance with “The Bagful of Dreams” which has a scoundrel hero obtaining a portal to another world to win a contest of wonders. Now, this is only the third thing I've read from Vance, but the guy always delivers! The unscrupulous players are all entertaining, and Cugel makes a fine heel of a hero. The portal first just has a spooky tentacle poking out, but then we are favored to go in there and see what's attached. “The Bagful of Dreams” opens the book, which, again, is a wise move.
That was the good, we're through the good.
...that and the simple fact that there's no Lin Carter story in this one.
Some might argue that the bad here isn't all that bad but... meh, this here's my review!
Katherine Kurtz apparently had a whole series of books dedicated to a mythical Wales with these humanoid magic guys called “Deryni”, and this story, “Swords Against the Marluk”, is from that, I guess. Am I likely to go and read those books? Nope. Anyhow, there's some king named Brion hanging out with his squire boy, Alaric. Alaric is one of these Deryni guys, and it doesn't seem like they're really different from people, and I guess you might be one and not know it? Anyhow, Brion's good brother shows up to let him know that Brion's bad brother wants to take over the kingdom and they need to do battle in some field. Brion's bad brother is a Deryni too, so I am guessing being one of those is just the luck of the draw. The whole battle and such was foreseen by the late father of the king, and the dead king went and just sort of hypnotized a set of instructions into both the king and the squire (who was 4 at the time, we get a flashback). This is largely to do with magic, enchanting a rock, making a circle of fire, etc etc. I guess we're supposed to thrill in wonder and mystery, but to me this was a deflation of suspense and a bit of a cheat having the heroes essentially being puppets and having that be a good thing. Perhaps it wasn't the worst written of all of these, but I'm still not into it.
Finally I'll talk about tale #2 here, being Poul Anderson and his merfolk (they were in Flashing Swords #1 as well), and an “adventure” involving some Inuits and vikings clashing on Greenland. The story also contains an artificially made sea-monster, which I think is also the title, “The Tupilak”. I think I was only able to get through this one because I was on an airplane and there wasn't much else to do. The merfolk are carefully fitted into a real historical period and there's always some Norse stuff, but Anderson is not content merely to craft a historic fantasy, it has got to be right on time for his 1970s readers. These 70s cats are jaded, see? They ain't gonna blush at declarations of love, or the word “passion”... they need to get expressly told that these characters are down to screw. I don't think I'm really a prude or anything, but I think sex in fiction is more effective as an undercurrent. Overtly blurting out reminders about intercourse and incest makes this feel like something written by an overeager teenage virgin, rather than adult who supposedly is actually experienced in that department. I mean, what is this, John Norman? It's not like it's on every line or every page, but I was just annoyed that Anderson felt the need to include it.
So we get: Vance, Anderson, Jakes, Kurtz, Moorcock, or, in my opinion: Good, Bad, Good, Bad, Good. So, all it 3 out of 5.
This book was dedicated to the late Norvell W. Page, aka Grant Stockbridge, who also wrote a Conan knockoff. Nice.