The latest installment in the career of His Grace, the Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes, Blackboard Monitor etc., Snuff, has the old copper ordered off to a vacation in the countryside, ostensibly for some rest and relaxation. Of course, he ends up up to his neck in the action—this time, there’s a little fuss involving goblins. Sir Terry Pratchett, no doubt Blackboard Monitor etc., has been doing this for so long that you’d think it would pall, but the Discworld series is as fresh and funny as ever, despite its creator’s 2007 Alzheimer’s diagnosis. Long may it continue.
I first read and admired David Lodge’s work twenty-five years ago in his laugh-aloud satirical novel of academia and political correctness, Nice Work. In A Man of Parts (Viking, $26.95), his new fiction based on the life of H.G. Wells, Lodge applies his creative license to substantial biographical research. His subject, known for the science-fiction classics The War of the Worlds and The Time Machine, was a short, dumpy man with a squeaky voice— none of which deterred an active sex life. An early Fabian, Wells was also an unabashed advocate of Free Love and during his quarter-century-long marriage had numerous affairs; his lovers included birth-control advocate Margaret Sanger and author Rebecca West, by whom he had a son, the novelist Anthony West. Such colorful material, with its many a ménages à trois, filtered through Lodge’s rich imagination, makes for some very funny scenes and also presents a vivid intellectual portrait of Edwardian London and the period leading up to World War I.
Italian polymath Umberto Eco made a dazzling literary debut more than twenty years ago with The Name of the Rose, and he retains an outsized ability to make readers stand up and take notice. In Italy his new novel, The Prague Cemetery (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, $27), has stirred some controversy as being anti-Semitic, but I strongly disagree. (Publishers Weekly describes the book as “hilarious.”) The main thing you need to know about Eco is that his academic field is semiotics, the study of signs and symbols. This informs his fiction, especially here, where the narrator is a master document-forger, thus casting a shadow of doubt over everything he recounts. For instance, how much can we trust the story of a meeting of the leaders of the Twelve Tribes of Israel? They are said to have gathered in Prague’s Jewish cemetery to plan a Jewish conquest of the world, but the whole plot is called into question once the narrator has confessed that he falsified oral testimony given by a secret witness to that meeting. The narrative chronicles a paranoia so outlandish, and conspiracy theories so abundant, that the novel is as humorous as it is ominous about the darker forces of human irrationality.