Arghh, I have updated in ages. So, in the spirit of actually writing something down, and hopefully getting the feel for things, I’m going to dash off a quick (ha!) post today, and try to find some momentum.
First Among Sequels was the first of the Thursday Next books that I read. I picked it up from a counter display at the library, liked the cover, and my fate was sealed. It is the fifth book in the series, and did a reasonably good job of introducing the first-time reader to the world in which the story is set. Or world, more accurately. Thursday Next is now middle-aged, happily married, with three children (only two of whom actually exist), and with the disbandment of the SpecOps groups, has taken a job fitting carpets. This is however just a cover for her illicit SpecOps work as a Literary Detective. Which is, in turn, a cover for her work as a Jurisfiction agent–she is one of the very few people who are able to make the jump from our world to Bookworld; the world of the written page. She is tasked with training two recruits–Thursday5, a fictional copy of herself from the 5th Thursday Next book, the Great Samuel Pepys Fiasco (astute readers will at this point pause, and go back and check the “works by the same author page”. Doing so will find a list of six Thursday Next books, with the fifth one crossed out), and Thursday1-4, the Thursday Next from the first four Thursday Next books. Thursday5 is a tie-dyed hemp-wearing yoga-performing pacifist who is utterly failing to perform her duties as a Jurisfiction trainee. Thursday1-4 is a gun-toting violent sex-driven maniac, who cannot take instruction, and feels that she is destined for greater things. The real Thursday Next feels that neither truly represent who she really is.
It is at this point, having not read the first four books, that I did not know that they weren’t the violent sex-driven crime thrillers that First Among Sequels continually made them out to be. It is all tied up neatly by the end of the novel, but it is very meta in the meantime. In fact, one of Fforde’s best characteristics is his ability to twist history, whether real or not, in very subtle ways. I found myself looking up poets and their poetry, the plots of books and the history of authors, to get some of the jokes. They can be quite sly.
The book is good. You should read it.
Can you buy this book?
There is a Kindle version, but Amazon are not letting me link to it. Bizarre. Click the paperback link below, and choose the Kindle version. I still get the fraction of a cent as a referral, I think.
The paperback version: