The Book Report — Fierce Invalids…
Hey there, party people! Welcome back to The Book Report.
Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day, and I hope you’ll find some way to celebrate the hell out of it. Just don’t drink and drive. If you really want to be a rebel wear the color blue instead of green, since that was the color original associated with St. Patrick. And if you’re lucky enough to live in or visit Cork County, make sure to go to the world’s shortest St. Patrick’s Day parade in Dripsey: the hundred yards separating the village’s two pubs.
Also, be sure to check out Semantink’s web-comic The Undergrounds. The trade paperback of Season 1 is available for pre-sale at a discounted price. It features every episode plus a plethora of extras (that’s right, a plethora). It’s about your classic movie (and literature) monsters working in a coffee shop, written by Marcel Losada, Michael Drace Fountain, James Ninness, Joe Pezzula, and Derek Johnson (each author writes a different character) and drawn by the insanely talented Daniel Touchet.

“People of the world, relax!“
That’s the theme parroted (at times, quite literally) through Tom Robbins’ novel Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates (Bantam Books, 2000). The title comes from Arthur Rimbaud’s 1873 poem A Season in Hell.
Que les villes s’allument dans le soir. Ma journée est faite ; je quitte l’Europe. L’air marin brûlera mes poumons ; les climats perdus me tanneront. Nager, broyer l’herbe, chasser, fumer surtout ; boire des liqueurs fortes comme du métal bouillant, — comme faisaient ces chers ancêtres autour des feux.
Je reviendrai, avec des membres de fer, la peau sombre, l’œil furieux : sur mon masque, on me jugera d’une race forte. J’aurai de l’or : je serai oisif et brutal. Les femmes soignent ces féroces infirmes retour des pays chauds.Let cities light their lamps in the evening. My daytime is done; I am leaving Europe. The air of the sea will burn my lungs; lost climates will turn my skin to leather. To swim, to pulverize grass, to hunt, above all to smoke; to drink strong drinks, as strong as molten ore, — as did those dear ancestors around their fires.
I will come back with limbs of iron, with dark skin, and angry eyes: in this mask, they will think I belong to a strong race. I will have gold: I will be brutal and indolent. Women love these fierce invalids from hot cimates. (from Mauvais Sang, or Bad Blood)
The story follows CIA agent (and Broadway show-tunes lover) Switters through the Amazon and across the deserts of The Middle East as he tries to understand and unravel a shamanistic curse and the secret third prophecy of Our Lady of Fátima. Like his other novels, Fierce Invalids… is a hilarious romp through some Serious Ideas.
Robbins is a master at thoroughly researching a subject and then letting his imagination run wild over the parts the subject leaves unexplained.
I know a few weeks ago I wrote a bit about his book Skinny Legs and All, but Fierce Invalids… tickled me too much, and hilariously criticized to many great topics, to not mention on The Book Report. One particular section dealt with how the three major monotheistic religions (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam) had their religious texts consistently mistranslated by their holy leaders when they wished to achieve political ends. After my look at religious philosophy over the past three weeks, I found such criticisms especially poignant.
Anyway, go give Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates a read, pick up a pre-order of The Undergrounds trade, and enjoy a *delicious, frosty beer tomorrow.
Until next time,
Still paddlin’ the old knew…
_-Akatzen-_
*Delicious generally means it does not have Coors, Budweiser, or Miller in the title.
















