Saturday, April 23, 2016

RELAUNCH TOUR: King Arthur's Sister In Washington's Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee



Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee

Official genre of book: Science Fiction - Fantasy crossover


WINNER 2016 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Gold Medal for Science Fiction & Fantasy.

Morgan le Fay, sixth-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300 miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079, replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings, virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological marvels.

Whatever is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball franchise.

Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball... and the human heart.

REVIEW: I'm a long time fan of Mark Twain, and A CONNECTICUT YANKEE IN KING ARTHUR'S COURT has always been one of my favorites, so I was excited at the chance to take part in this book's relaunch tour. 

I have to admit to a guilty little secret: Morgan le Fay has always been one of my favorite characters in Arthurian legend, even though she has always been the "villian" of the tales. So it was definitely a drawing point to have her as the main character in this story, in the future of America. I was picturing her wreaking havoc everywhere she went!

The beginning of the book, with Morgan arriving at a Renaissance Fair ruled over by Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn, was a load of fun. It was hilarious watching her realize they were acting and not an actual king and queen--and then to read about her reactions to life in 2079.

It doesn't take Morgan long to find a niche for herself in the future. She becomes involved in the presidential campaign, and then owner of a baseball franchise. As if that weren't enough, she may also be falling in love.

Finding out why Morgan was sent to the time she was, rather than the time where she expected to go, was a great part of the story.  It all wrapped up in a very satisfactory manner.

**I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are entirely my own.**

RATING: Four stars

The wench’s smile looked indulgent, if a bit saddened. “Queen Morgan, may I offer an observation?”

“Pray, proceed, Darla, as I seem to have paid for it.”

“This is about a man—the dishy one you’re always coming in here with.”

“Brilliant. Yes, the dishy one. Dishy, and treacherous.” I took a long pull of bitters.

“Lor’ love ye, madame; but all men are treacherous! If you’re lucky, that’s all he is.”

I reflected, through another draught, upon this spot of rough wisdom. Of all the men I had ever known, biblically or not, in this century or any other, the only man I could not label as “treacherous” was Sir Galahad, and we all know what happened to him. For the couple of you who might not be privy to the story: in brief, Sir Galahad drank from the Holy Grail and fell down dead, reportedly because his soul was so pure that Our Lord God bustled him straightaway to heaven. The fact that Sir Galahad had always acted so damned self-righteous that his Grail-hunting companions had wearied of his holier-than-thou ways probably had nothing whatever to do with his demise. I said:

“I have treachery aplenty in my life, Darla.” Free agents, not-free agents, other players, managers, coaches…the list seemed endless. “I do not need more from Sandy Carter.”

“But you do need his love.”

I shook my head. “With love like that…”

She was not listening, but had looked toward the line of tall windows fronting the street, across which arched the words “nnI dleiftuO” and, in a revolving pattern of white, blue, and red tube-lights, “NEPO.” I would have taken umbrage at the offense—the server’s, not the fact that the words in the windows appeared backward to my vantage—but I had imbibed too much beer to care.

Darla said, “You need his love…and he needs yours. Look.”

Jennifer Doneske & Tom Doneske developed the interior illustrations. Jennifer also developed the papercover and hardcover dust jacket.



Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet. She has been an award-winning novelist since 1999 (Dawnflight first edition, Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster) and has been studying the Arthurian Legends for nigh on half a century.

1 comment:

Kim Headlee said...

Thank you so much for your lovely review of KASIWC here and on!
All my warmest wishes,
Kim Headlee
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