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Paranormal romance and horror author.
on Jan. 24, 2013 :
Aisyx ends the Vampyre Neuri series and what a magnificent end it is.In this book Poppet manages to tie up several stories and mysteries of the previous books with the panache only a master storyteller can accomplish.First I suggest to any new reader to read the series in order.That way you can enjoy the entire journey Poppet takes you on and believe me it is a trip you won't wan't to return from.This book is Paranormal romance at it's finest.Poppet has a way of combining historical fact with fiction in a way that makes reading her books a learning experience as well as a pleasurable one.The twists and revelations in this book were one's I never saw coming and delighted me beyond words.Aisyx is indeed another masterpiece by Poppet that exceeded all of my hopes for this final installment.I loved this book so much that I had to read it more than once because I could not face saying goodby to the beloved characters that I have grown to love dearly.Well done Poppet!!
(reviewed within a month of purchase)
on Jan. 20, 2013 :
This might be the most singularly difficult work of fiction I’ve ever tackled for the purposes of doing a review. Why? Because it is so much more than a simple story told in parts, on timelines that run concurrently but are riddled with historical precedents and prognostications.
A summary, ala the book report variety, would do little to impart the impact of this body of work.
Therein lies the key: it is at once a work of fiction, a theological treatise, a philosophical banquet and an intellectual challenge. In short: it is a bouquet of stunning rational and irrational delights, with scents and sounds and imaginings that defy description yet beg for your undivided attention in an attempt to rule on its merits. Merits that perforce will reside in your own world view, your own belief systems, and your willingness to suspend disbelief.
This, and all of the companion pieces, build on a subtle foundation of events and characters for whom lies, misdirections, petty egotistical power mongering and all-too-human justifications for wrongdoing pervade a supernatural sphere unlike any we’ve seen before, and likely will not again.
This is the denizens of Mount Olympus on crack cocaine, Christianity turned on its head, post-modernism, the sacred feminine, naturalism, oh heck—name an ‘ism’ and Poppet’s all over it, incorporating all of our perceptions of our place in this universe, corporeal and not.
But unlike Kant or Hegel, Poppet does not require the reader to wade into the deep end of arcane philosophical musings (except at the end in the tie-it-up nice and tidy section). There are characters to love and to hate, actions to forgive, motivations to understand—all explored with a veneer of such intense sensuality that breathing becomes difficult, so lost does one become in the pure mysticism at that intersect of pleasure-pain.
Aisyx might just be a misleading title, for his role, his character, is not the defining measure of how this epic plays out. He is key, but so are too many others. The bandwidth on this final piece is huge, with each and every voice receiving near equal treatment.
Therein lies one problem with works presented in such a unique format: first person present tense. Even that doesn’t do justice to describing the mechanics of how each character hits his or her mark on a cosmic stage anchored in the mundane, real world of a planet gone to pot in a wave of violence and despair. If I were to take an acting class, one where I needed to ‘be the table’, to inhabit the grain of the wood, to assume the essence of the veneer, the finish—that is how you inhabit these characters, for good or ill. It, quite simply, requires a leap of faith and once you cross that boundary there’s no going back. On the small stage, with limited principals, it works magnificently.
But in Aisyx, with so many players on the stage, the voices become a Greek chorus, with the individual lost in a melee of conflicting emotions and competing egos.
Poppet in one sense celebrates the sacred feminine, but in the end, hers is a very masculine ‘Verse, one rooted in power and entitlement. As each of the five beings withdraws his unique bequests, thus forcing unity on disparate energies, one still wonders at a concept of balance imposed on the fractured structure, rather than rising organically as a natural process.
It left, for me, a feeling of servitude, of someone—something—assuming responsibility for my ‘best interests’. Does being confined to a cell become less onerous when the jailers shower the captive with a largesse of platitudes: love, ecstasy, pleasure, and perhaps the most damning of all—freedom?
The appearance of Dravid and Medeb initial the denouement, the resolution, the new beginnings, the advance of an endgame and a process. A destination devoid of extremes and opposites, a plane from which one has ‘no escape’. A prison?
I have my own interpretation, and I could argue endlessly that this would never be a world of my choosing … but that’s what makes this epic so compelling: you are offered a vision of what might be based on a foundation claimed corrupt and all-too-human, yet still alive and viscerally engaging.
For me, the most interesting and captivating character is Jowendrhan: he is the bad boy, an impudent rascal, immature and needy, at once a victim and a perpetrator all wrapped up in a powerful package of sensuous need for dominance and control. If he were to grow into ‘unity’ and lose those defining character flaws, this reader would weep buckets.
The scene where he takes Keyla to his white cave and exacts his quotient of pleasure and pain in a glorious rush of eroticism and sensuous delights, is one that will leave the reader reeling at the implications of how a grand design can take shape and form in highly unanticipated ways. Actually, that bit was like reading a mini-epic, so fraught with intensity, hidden meanings and clashing subtexts that I read it twice, just for the sheer pleasure of that sensual journey. There have been many high points in this series, but this … this was far and away my favorite.
Not that I’m keeping score…
Poppet includes a list of all her works in this series, including suggestions for what to read, when. I managed to read out of sequence most of the time but had little trouble keeping up and tuning in to the overarching flow.
How you come to this epic will likely bear little relationship to how you leave it at the end; even the most casual reader will not emerge unaffected. If nothing else, how you experience that inner landscape of desire, lust and sensuality will be forever altered.
I’m tempted to give this 6 stars but because of that Greek chorus thing, a mere 5 stars will have to do.
(reviewed within a month of purchase)
on Dec. 31, 2012 :
Holy Heavens. I am totally in awe behind this book. What a perfect story. Things from the Pravus Series and Neuri Series all brought out and pulled together in this very emotional, exciting and brilliant ride. I absolutely am very proud of Poppet for having the imagination of a genius and putting this masterpiece together. Bravo!!! If you haven't read the series, I suggest you do so, so that you can get the full scope and depth of this incredible journey.
(reviewed the day of purchase)