A courtesan for hire, a brainless hunk, and alien invaders combine to bring about ancient history’s most momentous catastrophe in John Jakes’s hilarious take on the fall of Atlantis
For centuries the mystery of the lost continent of Atlantis has intrigued mortals everywhere. Who lost it? Where did it go? At last the truth is out—or at least the truth according to Hoptor the Vintner, respectable Atlantean wine merchant and not-so-respectable pimp.
According to Hoptor, the blame for Atlantis’s destruction can be placed squarely on the incredibly broad shoulders of Conax the Chimerical, a none-too-bright, broadsword-wielding barbarian chieftain. Conax washed ashore just as Atlantis’s ruler was losing his health and his grip on the kingdom, creating chaos throughout the island. Now things were really about to go south. All of a sudden Hoptor had a lot more to worry about than how to silence the unrelenting nagging of Aphrodisia, the beautiful, strident prostitute he had promised to marry in a moment of weakness. Now the ever-resourceful, vino-loving procurer of female flesh was being called on to possibly save the world as well as his own skin—which would prove to be no small feat, with Conax mucking up everything he touched in his inimitable fashion. And then there were those strange golden discs flying high above everybody’s heads . . .
John William Jakes, the author of more than a dozen novels, is regarded as one of today’s most distinguished writers of historical fiction. His work includes the highly acclaimed Kent Family Chronicles series and the North and South Trilogy. Jakes’s commitment to historical accuracy and evocative storytelling earned him the title of “the godfather of historical novelists” from the Los Angeles Times and led to a streak of sixteen consecutive New York Times bestsellers. Jakes has received several awards for his work and is a member of the Authors Guild and the PEN American Center. He and his wife, Rachel, live on the west coast of Florida.
Also writes under pseudonyms Jay Scotland, Alan Payne, Rachel Ann Payne, Robert Hart Davis, Darius John Granger, John Lee Gray. Has ghost written as William Ard.
Alternate Names: Alexander Blade, Robert Hart Davis, Darius John Granger, Alan Henry, John W. Jakes, Alan Payne, Jay Scotland, S. M. Tenneshaw, C. H. Thames, Allen Wilder
The continent of Atlantis had troubles enough before Conax the Barbarian washed ashore. For Hoptor the Vintner, who considered himself a citizen of importance, things were going from bad to worse. The king was on his last legs, his generals were plotting, there were those scary lights in the sky, and Hoptor's favorite girl was being put up for auction on the slave block. Then Conax, the self-styled king of Chimeria - a place nobody ever heard of - turned up at the auction with his broadsword, his barbaric manners, and his hair-trigger temper. That wasn't the last straw.
This is the first Jakes book I tread. this book good, it had a good mix of science-fiction, fantasy, and “historical” aspects to the story, and good banter.
John Jakes, is the author of "Brak the Barbarian" and many more fast-moving novels.
The full title is: Mention My Name in Atlantis: Being, at Last, the True Account of the Calamitous Destruction of the Great Island Kingdom, Together with a Narrative of Its Wondrous Intercourses with a Superior Race of Other-Worldlings, as Transcribed from the Manuscript of a Survivor, Hoptor the Vintner, for the Enlightenment of a Dubious Posterity. It's a very funny lampoon of Robert E. Howard that tells how Conax the Chimerical helps to sink the lost continent, told by a somewhat unreliable narrator. At the time, Jakes had been writing science fiction and fantasy for over twenty years, including the very good Brak swords & sorcery series, so he really knew what buttons to push and what genre fans would find amusing. Shortly thereafter he became much more rich and famous by writing a lot of very long historical adventure novels but this one celebrated his genre roots. It was published by DAW in 1972 (it was the 25th DAW book, in fact) with a cover by Johnny Bruck, a German artist best known known for doing hundreds of Perry Rhodan covers. The cover of this one had first appeared as the cover of an actual Conan by de Camp/Howard book in Germany. DAW re-released it in 1975 with a Michael Whelan cover and then again in 1976 with a Jack Gaughan cover that parodies the covers of his best-selling Bicentennial series. Good fun all around!
I purchased this book because of the author, banking that his name should be enough to guarantee at least a better than average story, and I am happy to say that I guessed correctly.
“Mention My Name in Atlantis” is a fun read, a history of what happened to Atlantis as told through the eyes of one of its citizens. The story is told as a farce, and Mr. Jakes leads us on an adventure as told by Hoptor, a businessman who specializes in furnishing prostitutes for the Atlanteans. Throw in a spaceship crewed by blue aliens, one desperate courtesan, and a semi-familiar barbarian named Conax and you have a recipe for a romp. Four stars.
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum Fame and Fortune. John Jakes, renowned author of North and South and of the The Bastard, attended a Broadway show and decided it was a good idea to write his own version of heroic fantasy with a burlesque twist.
So, when I wrote the outline and a couple of sample chapters, I did it for pleasure. I had little hope of finding someone to buy a combination of musical comedy, Conan parody and – where this came from I don’t remember – flying saucers.
I haven’t read Jakes’ big American History epics (yet) , but as an admirer of Robert E Howard and of sword & sorcery in general, his synopsis looked good enough for me. I believe the sign of a true fan is his or her ability to laugh at the very stuff they love in the genre (like those vigorously vibrating thews of Conax) . It is the difference between someone like Arnold Schwarzenegger and his sense of humour and someone like Steven Segal and his abysmal lack of one.
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It was the month of the Eager Virgin, in the year of the Warty Toad, and fair Atlantis was about to sink under the waves of the ocean. While prophet Babylos urges the citizens to mend their ways before it is too late, Hoptor the Vintner is plying his trade, delivering barrels of his best vintage to eagerly awaiting clients in the Island Kingdom elite mansions. Despite his popularity in Atlantis, where the name Hoptor is like a magic spell to unlock secret doors and solve thorny problems for all and sundry ( “You forget Hoptor the Vintner is not without friends in Atlantis.” ) his latest delivery is diverted and spilled out into the road by local rioting, with mad Babylos babbling about portents and lights up in the sky.
“... the imperial line has rotted – O Geriasticus, thy hour approaches! O Voluptua, thy depravities bring forth divine wrath! Doom gathers round fair Atlantis – doom, doom – !”
A different kind of doom is stalking Hoptor the Vintner, since his red-headed vintage is furious and demanding that the fat procurer makes good on his marriage promises. The beautiful Aphrodisia, spilled out of her broken barrel in very revealing lingerie, forgets that a man will say anything in the throes of passion and will deny it forcibly the morning after.
True, I felt a deep affection for Aphrodisia – even love, who could say? But I had been reared by ceaselessly wrangling parents. And the specter of wedded bliss was second only in my mind to disembowelling at the hands of master torturers.
The army of king Geriasticus solves his dilemma by throwing everybody in jail. Hoptor uses his extensive connections to wiggle his way out, but Aphrodisia is sent to the slave mall, to be sold to the highest bidder.
I have been describing the opening scenes in more detail because it leads to the meeting between Hoptor and a huge, smelly, rude barbarian with enormous thews (John Jakes really likes this word)
The great brute was certainly not unhandsome. But his expression was one of perpetual fury, and with some alarm I noted the mighty thews displayed below the garment around his middle. [...] “My name is Conax,” he said. “In full, Conax the Chimerical.”
From this point forward, the plot can only be described as crazy. You can try to read the synopsis of the original Broadway source from 1962 (A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum) to have an idea. It might also help if you are familiar with the original comics run from the seventies of The Savage Sword of Conan, Volume 1, since I believe Conax relies more on this production than on the original Robert E Howard canon.
“Next to dispatching demons to the pits of perdition, my favorite sport is bouncing buxom, bumptious wenches – provided, of course, there’s no permanent liaison involved.”
The book is as politically incorrect as it could get, and then some, guaranteed to raise the hackles of feminists, gay rights activists and sword & sorcery purists. But I believe the author’s opening statement that it is done in a spirit of fun, and not out of meanness. The book is smutty in the same way the British Carry On movies are smutty: kind of tame by today’s standards, relying more on innuendo and vaudeville dialogue than on explicit scenes. Allusions to ‘lewd lady mathematics teachers’ and ‘reprehensible representations of males and females disporting together’ are as far as it goes in terms of revealing scenes. Although, for Hoptor the Vintner there are definite horror vibes in the proceedings (beside the prospect of marriage)
And the obese horror began to waddle in my direction! Swinnia’s diaphanous gown not only revealed her most personal charms, but the immensity of her weight problem as well. The gown – of bridal pink! – could do nothing to conceal her moustache, however.
One of my favorite quirks of the style is the way Jakes parrots the heroic ‘phraseology’ of mighty barbarian heroes, by invoking his muse: O Holy Alliteration!
“Come out of that metal barrel and fight, you pusillanimous puppies of perdition! Come out, come out, I say! This is Conax the Chimerical challenging you!”
“Monster?” I replied, starting visibly. “Indescribably phantasmagoric! A creature from time forgot! A sea-swimming dragon of the most baleful appearance. It loomed amidst the crashing waves and fixed us with its damned glowing eye. Had I been near enough to pierce it with my stout broadsword, it would have, I am certain, gushed pustulant ichor from hell!”
The presence of blue skinned aliens and flying saucers is revealed in the blurb of the novel. What they are doing in Atlantis and how Hoptor the Vintner can solve their fuel problems is another story, one that will eventually lead to revolution on the streets of the Island Kingdom and fulfil the doom prophecies of Babylos.
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One of the main issues with National Lampoons productions, and with the Carry On franchise, is the difficulty to take them seriously. You have fun in the moment, but they have little staying power. John Jakes is a decent writer, with a great sense of timing for the jokes and for the dialogue, but he is no Terry Pratchett. His Atlantis is really just some generic stage set. There’s little of substance to keep from the story beside some late game quips about tyrants who want to control the population with secret alien technologies and some observations about the price we pay to free ourselves of their folly. Yet this is hardly a laughing matter in our year 2026, of wars and tech bros and economic crises.
We Atlanteans were free. But we were also destitute. And we had not the means to rebuild our kingdom, unless we all migrated to distant lands, secured jobs, and regularly sent home a portion of our wages. I, for one, found the very suggestion appalling!
Fair Atlantis is sunk beneath the waves, with only the journal of Hoptor the Vintner surviving the catastrophe. If there’s a lesson to take home from this one, I’m not really sure what it is.
Hoptor the Vintner is our guide through this frenetic mess during the last days of Atlantis. Hoptor is a Vintner, but his vintages are of a different variety. His world is turned on its ear when he comes under the notice of the authorities and a certain barbarian. Antics and much broken furniture ensue.
Personally I would loved to have seen this as a film. Preferably filmed in the late '60's, starring Benny Hill as Hoptor. Can you imagine? A cult classic maybe?
This is a novel of the fall of Atlantis written with Jake's tongue firmly in his cheek. Although a lot of folks find it funny, I'm very picky about humor in fiction and didn't think it was all that good.
I received this book from netgalley for review purposes. Until now I was under the impression that netgalley only offers new titles, however this one was a digital reprint of a 1972 novel. Of course, the book being a fantasy, the age didn't matter. The author's foreword states that the book was partly inspired by musical theatre and partly by high adventures of the mythical, specifically barbarian, kind. It sounds like an odd, if auspicious, mix, but it really worked out in this case. It became the best selling book of author's career, reprinting several times and now available in digital format. Thing is, me, I'll read any book about Atlantis. The mythical island has always held a certain kind of fond fascination. And this story with its theatrically inspired campiness and humor and high flying antics was by far the most entertaining take on the subject I've yet come across. The collection of characters alone was priceless, from its most reluctant and unlikely of heroes...the smooth talking well connected favor trading vintner whose fine vintages aren't necessarily restricted to wine, his needy lady friend, his most impressive thews flexing Conax the Chimerian (in a hilarious homage) and so many others equally festive Atlanteans, and those are only from our plate (read story for reference) of existence. There are also blue extraterrestrials with their own agenda. And so with all that's going on, Atlantis has never been a more popular place to visit, nor more dangerous one to live in. Fortunately we the readers are provided with a play by play account of just what happened during the last days of Atlantis and while as a theory it's just as plausible as the next one, it's infinitely more fun. Nicely written too, with some terrific well placed archaic terms. The only minor detractor was a hint of recurring homophobia, which probably would have gone unnoticed or dismissed when the story first saw light, but seems like something that might have been politically corrected during one of the later publications. There were minor editing glitches as well, but not enough to detract from the reading experience, which was an overwhelmingly positive and enjoyable one. Great light entertainment. Recommended.
A fun quick read. My mind insisted in casting Hoptor as Philoctetes, the satyr from the Disney animated feature Hercules. It also manifested Conax not as Schwarzenegger, as you would expect for one who had his first, admittedly bland and diluted, taste of Robert Howard through the cinematic medium, but as Kronk from yet another Disney animated feature The Emperor's New Groove.
This potentially true account of Atlantis' disappearance from the history books is rough-hewed from the mental thews of a skilled writer, resulting not in subtleties of characterization, but a full-blown caricature of character types. Hoptor is a collector of favors, and when it hits the fan, he expects all debts to be repaid! Our plump vitner has to keep his wits together, even as events conspire to separate it from his neck. John Jakes does very well in portraying a man navigating a pandering, entitled society, and stirs the pot by throwing in a parody of the Howardian barbarian. That in itself is messy enough without the "supernatural" element that is not so subtly introduced.
History is written by the victors, and we can be sure history, if it is ever read, as told by Hoptor will cast him in a friendlier light.
Hoptor, procuror and nominal vintner to the Atlantean nobility, runs into difficulty with a delivery, difficulty that only increases with the arrival of Conax the barbarian, and some tall, blue-skinned aliens with mysterious ships.
I first encountered John Jakes through his brilliant Secrets of Stardeep, a first-rate young adult SFF story. Some time later, I found On Wheels a projection that's still interesting in the US' auto-focused culture. By that time, though, Jakes had gone on to his highly successful historical novels, and left SFF behind.
Not all of Jakes' SFF was good. Sadly, that's the case with Mention My Name in Atlantis. It's a farce with the best of intentions, wrapping together Atlantis, Conan, and UFOs, with some of the feel of Martin Scott's later Thraxas series. Scott, however, does it better. Mention My Name simply isn't very funny. It has plenty of useful material, but it doesn't build to very much. Hoptor is amusing, but only mildly. The best scenes are those with Conax, when Jakes pokes fun at Howard's over-muscled barbarian king. Overall, some of the scenes are good, but the plot is thin, and the ending an afterthought. It feels like just what Jakes describes in the introduction - something tossed off to amuse himself, but not really worth a larger audience.
Mildly amusing, but Jakes has better books, and Martin Scott's Thraxas series does this same thing better.
A riproaring science fiction fantasy tribute to legendary author Robert E. Howard, whose Conan the Barbarian stories are beloved of so many rapt readers, MENTION MY NAME IN ATLANTIS features barbarian Conax the Chimerical and the hapless Hopter, whose first-person narrative memoir is the modus OF the story. If you've ever pondered the end of Atlantis, check this version out.
A pimp, a barbarian, and an alien walk into a bar in Atlantis....
Yes, it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. However, the author whose works include The Bastard and North and South, does a fairly good job of writing a tongue in cheek adventure, weaving in those disparate elements into a coherent story. While humorous in places, it wasn't a laugh out loud novel, but more of an amusing or light satirical take on some of the Atlantis and UFO mythology. The story was well crafted, it kept you interested and didn't waste a lot of time on extraneous descriptions or narratives that were not needed. Characters were believable in the context of the story, and given enough depth to understand motivations and actions. Given the caliber of the author, this is not unexpected. It was a short read, but anything longer would have bogged down the story.
A wonderful and highly entertaining story, with a twist worthy of the Atlantis name.
A recent fascination for stories told in the mythical Atlantis drove me to this book, and being the shortest one of the collection I've gathered, it's the first I've read.
This one is a curious item, since for starters it's first and foremost a comedy, and all the events and circumstances are propelled by a cast of silly but charismatic characters. Second, I'm glad that it takes the Atlantis subject with seriousness despite its humorous purpose. In short, it takes advantage of the uniqueness of the Atlantis legend in a couple of ways. Given its mostly grounded classic era setting, it could have easily boiled down to "disaster in a Greek city" story, but thankfully it becomes much more than that by the end. Not only does it give the city of Atlantis and its people a personality, but it puts it in a series of perils that was fascinating to see unfold.
But the heart of this story is its characters, chiefly Hoptor the Vintner. An average-looking but highly charismatic personage, he has cultivated a network of relationships all throughout Atlantis, and he must use his charisma and collection of favors to get out of trouble with the governing forces of the city.
And to be clear, while it is advertised and discussed as a Conan The Barbarian pastiche, the Conax character (which is very evident that it is Conan inspired, and is something the author literally admits) is only part of the cast, not its main piece. The cast of characters is rounded up by Aphrodisia, a lady of the night, and several members of the Atlantean high court and military, plus other Atlantean citizens. Hoptor and his colleagues get into trouble against the government and once Conax gets in the picture the problems only magnify. These and every single other character in the book overflows with charisma and amusement, and it's a joy to watch them interact with each other leading to humorous and perilous situations nonstop.
So while it doesn't need to lean heavily on the Atlantean myth to entertain, it definitely adds a couple of twists that make it justified to make Atlantis its setting. All of these aspects elevate it from an already entertaining period piece comedy, and into a much more exciting and fun adventure in this setting. In any other place, these elements (including the Conax aspects) would clash with each other and be absurd to have in one place. But thanks to this being a proper Atlantis story, they are very welcome and fit perfectly into the story.
So while this book doesn't delve too deep into the Atlantis mythology itself, it does bring a set of unique and highly entertaining elements to the fray that work together wonderfully to make a unique and surprising comedy, full of heart and a fantastic sense of adventure. And that's what an Atlantis tale should be about!
A delightful satirical read with laughs and sniggers within every page. I didn't expect such a tale, the cover art and summary upon the back of the book inviting me to partake in an entirely different tale than the one I found within its pages. I dare not spoil much, but there are some niggles I have with this book —namely, the queer representation.
The general of Atlantis' army, General Pythos, is a power-hungry bisexual who doesn't so much as acknowledge the death of Captain Num, his effeminate homosexual lover, who relents to his every whim and blubbers when Pythos so much as insinuates he'll have his way with another woman, and the main character is mocked for lying that he prefers eunuchs over women. The book also includes a scene wherein characters are forced to be paired up, though in that same scene it makes clear that it is fine with polygamy, so I guess it evens out? In any case, the main character himself is no saint, and the whole book is seeking to draw out laughs rather than posit how one should live about their life, so it is difficult to ascertain how much of it is genuine, but the homophobia takes a few steps too many.
A fun, inoffensive parody of Conan. Hoptor the Vintner is our protagonist and probably unreliable narrator, a lovable rogue who thinks he is more important than he is. Into the world of Atlantis comes Conax the Chimerical (not at all trying for subtlety here are we?), along with other unexpected visitors that will upend Atlantis entirely.
The humor doesn't always fit, and some of the slapstick moments are a bit over the top, but it's a quick read and entertaining. It skewers some of the intricate word play that made Conan so fascinating, but seeing Conan from an outsider's perspective makes it worthwhile.
This book was pretty awful. A few laughs here and there, but the author’s attempts at being funny are all too often, and all to annoying. Some of the character names are just dumb and lazy. The use of exclamation points is incredibly irritating. There will be areas where the writing seems like it’s becoming good, like something interesting is going to happen, but then it plummets like Enron on the stock market.
Humorous Conan pastiche that details the last days of the island kingdom of Atlantis. It doesn’t bode well for the island when the barbarian is washed ashore amid increasing storms, while at the same time mysterious blue figures begin arriving in ships from the sky. Hilarity ensues as Atlanteans face barbarian hordes and alien invaders before sinking into history.
I haven’t cared for the author’s more popular works, but this one holds a special place in my heart. There was a time, many years ago in college during winter break, when I was stuck in an R. E. Howard reading binge. This book was the antidote — I laughed out loud, and couldn’t read any Howard for quite a while. Thank you, John Jakes.
This is my first John Jakes novel and he certainly has a way with words. I did not know it when I picked it up but this is a comedic novel with a parody of Conan shipwrecked in Atlantis but the main character and narrator is an unsavory Atlantis "businessman" who gets into all sorts of trouble, including negotiating with aliens. A fun romp.
A lightly comedic send up of Conan, Kull, and the legion of their imitators. Comedy in general has a way of aging strangely, but if you're a fan of fictional barbarians, there's a solid shot this might put a sensible chuckle in your thews.
I’m sure this book was a ton more interesting before we invented the internet. It was a decent read but these days I’ve read better. For its time though, probably groundbreaking.
Wirklich witzig war das Buch nicht, der Humor war sehr flach und ist schlecht gealtert. Es hat aber einen guten Lesefluss, trotz nur mäßig interessantem Plot.
A fun romp through the last few days of Atlantis' existence as written by the individual who, with the help of a few others, was the cause of its demise.
'A book by an author who shares your zodiac sign' A Conan parody by the author of 'North and South'. Have read a bit of Conan comics. A Taurus like me, he's born March 31th, me May 3rd.
Forget everything you have ever been told about, read about, or daydreamed about the magical city of Atlantis of long ago. A glorious island city, full of wise, gentle, people whose knowledge of the Art, Science, Medicine, and Philosophy was unbounded.
Buckle up and get ready for a ride more twists and turns that the wildest rollercoaster you can imagine. If you suffer from Attention Deficit Disorder, you might not agree with this statement. Indeed, you may will consider it quite linear. However, be forewarned, the ride is wilder than a run down the Colorado rapids during spring run off, and just as exciting.
Hoptor the Vintner is our guide on this crazy ride. Of course, letting Hoptor get involved in anything makes as much sense as letting an elephant and mouse loose in an outhouse. He has more schemes, workarounds, and plays on human weaknesses than all the members of Congress combined! [NOTE: Do not send your members of Congress a copy of this book].
While this is clearly not my grandfather's John Jakes novel, the author warns the reader in his introduction that this is a departure from his normal novel - an understatement matched only by the actions of Hoptor and his fellow Atlanteans (and an few uninvited guests). But, you MUST read the intro as it sets the stage for all that follows, in my humble opinion.
The only distraction, and I find it in most books, are spelling errors. Before re-releasing the book, find some editors who can recognize simple spelling errors. That is why the invention of word processing software has improved the lives of so many. But, it doesn't replace good editing.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for my review.
John Jakes is best known for his voluminous historical novels (North & South, The Kent family chronicles, etc.) but he was also a member of the "Swordsmen's and Sorcerers Guild of America" -- an informal group of writers including Fritz Lieber, Michael Moorcock, Jack Vance, Poul Anderson, Andre Norton, Lin Carter, and L. Sprague De Camp, who lead the emergence of the swords & sorcery genre in the 1960s and 70s. (S&S as a genre could certainly be traced back to the pulp fiction of the 20s and 30s, and perhaps even before that to some of Lord Dunsany's stories like "The Sword of Welleran," but it was in the 60s and 70s that it really became a recognizable and recognized genre.) Jakes created the character "Brak the Barbarian" as a sort of light-hearted homage to R.E. Howard's "Conan," but this short novel is more of a spoof of the whole S&S genre.
Hoptor the Vinter, a smooth-talking Atlantean pimp and rogue, tells the story of how "Conax the Chimerical," a northern barbarian-king, arrives in Atlantis and helps set in motion the chain of events that lead to the island kingdom's destruction. The story manages to be very entertaining despite the silliness. Hoptor is constantly scheming and fast-talking everyone around him, while Conax embodies all the worst stereotypes of the barbarian swordsman, making them an unlikely but very funny duo. The clash of cultures is enhanced by the introduction of aliens in flying saucers who hasten the downfall of the island. At less than 150 pages, it reads very quickly, and the action takes on a break-neck pace at about the mid-point so it really feels even shorter than it is.
Everyone in Atlantis knows Hoptor the Vintner. In fact, most of them owe him favorites which he collects now and then. One unfortunate day while delivering his latest vintage order, the wheel axle on the cart breaks and the barrel rolls off. Everyone is surprised to see a half-naked woman come out of the barrel. She is taken into custody as Hoptor escapes. He must try to buy her back from the slave market in the morning.
The author wrote in the beginning of the book that he did not expect this book to ever be published and now it is in its fourth printing. What an utterly bizarre book, yet I could not stop reading it. It is well written in a nonsensical way. Hoptor is a character not soon to be forgotten. If you like reading satire comedy, you may like this book.