Author Austin Shirey left some Blue Oyster Mushrooms growing in my inbox...wait... I mean he provided me with a digital copy of his book, to review, in exchange for my honest views and opinions.
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While I am not a die-hard mystery fan, I've always had a weakness for a good noir tale, told with some interesting twists and an author who will bring some original flavor to the concept. This goes doubly so for stories that fall with him that twilight expanse we call "Weird Fiction", sometimes there's Horror, sometimes fantasy or hints at something stranger, harder to pin down. That's exactly what Austin Shirey delivers in his novella "City of Spores". The City of Madripol is a place both grounded in the Urban environments we would recogize from the recent past, but from that bit of reality the shadows grow long and strange and Mushrooms abound in curious color and shape. Along with my select taste for Noir and Detective fiction, I have a long standing love for a protagonist who could be considered damaged goods, jaded, a person with no love for the system, and guaranteed to get beat up. basically the farthest thing from Dick Tracy. In Johanna Kolibrik, Shirey has delivered all of that and more. Kolibrik wears her baggage like a day pack. I would argue she is born of the same stuff as Karl Kolchak, Harry Dresden and "Big Red" Hellboy. She carries wounds that she won't allow to heal, yet draws strength from that and pairs it with a sharp intelligence and a soul rich with creative passion. She puts this to work in a City wrestling to reconcile it's past and its future, or what most perceive as such. Mysteries and questions proliferate like the Mushrooms of Madripol.
Without the reader noticing, Shirey draws the reader into a story and place that seems to turn labyrinthine before we realize what is happening. You will be drawn into a mystery...or is a network of smaller questions leading to one big answer?
I recognize that as a novella, there is only so much time and space we can be given in this story. That said I felt like there could be more. Maybe that's just a desire for more Kolibrik mysteries, and maybe that desire for more is a good thing. It shows that you'll walk away from City of Spores, roughed up, tossed about, but you'll leave with a smirk on your face.
Although they are very different stories, I found myself comparing City of Spores to the Robert Weaver novel "Blessed Skeletons". If these books were films I'd recommend they be a Double Feature, I got the sense that the ex judge in Blessed Skeletons, and the ex reporter in City of Spores would be comfortable colleagues who could meet for a drink or three down at the pub.
If you're looking for some weird fiction that rests comfortably in the Noir tradition, this the story for you.