If the dictionary of slang needs to define “Snarky” they only need to point to this book, For Two Nights Only, an omnibus containing Overtime and Grailblazers. I needed a book to take to the beach and this one has gathered dust ever since I bought it 8 years ago and couldn’t get past page 5, so it volunteered to be my read for the day.
This time I managed to finish both novels. In fact I got mostly through Overtime that afternoon and enjoyed enough that I finished it later that week and read Grailblazers a couple weeks later. These stories are reasonably funny but I don’t recommend a steady diet of them. It’s entertainment that makes you feel a little crawly afterwards.
At one time I loved Tom Holt’s books, especially Who’s Afraid of Beowulf, but got tired of the endless feeling of sitting on a mountain watching the idiots go by while making smug little pokes and jabs. Holt’s novels will not help you develop the virtues of kindness and charity.
The plots are convoluted with characters coming and going (sometimes simultaneously). I read once that P. G. Wodehouse used to chart his plots out on big poster-sized papers all over the walls. I wonder how Tom Holt does his since they get a bit tangled.
Overtime
Overtime is screwy. We start off with Guy Goodlet, RAF pilot during WW2 losing fuel and altitude over France, but quickly bring in the main character, John De Nesle, who is really Blondel, the troubadour who found King Richard the Lion Hearted by singing under every castle in Europe. Except this Blondel is under contract to the nefarious financiers at 32A Beaumont Street who have figured snazzy ways to avoid tax by shifting money between centuries.
The book gets confusing after this. The Beaumont Street folks and Blondel are at odds and Blondel isn’t crazy about the endless concerts and wants to get on with finding King Richard. He has managed to build a castle with a door that can access any era (or no era at all which is dangerous) and is alternately ducking from and running into the Beaumont Street team.
King Richard has been cooped up in a dank dark dungeon for the last 800 years or so but is almost done with his tunnel, needing only another 5 or 6 years to complete it (it takes time when you have to hide the excavated dirt and the only place to do so is in sacks woven from spider web (as noted, it’s complicated)) when his kind dungeon warden decides to move him to a better cell. Meanwhile the Pope and Anti-Pope (same person, just separated by death and many centuries) are conspiring with the Beaumont Street gang to do something nefarious.
Needless to say we have lots of adventures and narrow escapes and eventually Blondel frees King Richard, Guy marries Blondel’s sister; we don’t know what happens to the Beaumont Street team or the Popes, but probably they make a fortune one more time.
This was entertaining but wacky and confusing. If you read it just take it as it comes, ignore the nutty parts and confusing shifts in time, place, identity and motive, and enjoy it. And remember, you do want to sell those Templar bonds for the 2nd Crusade in 1189, and not wait for 1190!
Grailblazers
Grailblazers started off lighthearted and funny but it quickly got all tangled up and sad and a bit pointless. It reminded me of the dreams you have that seem so real until you wake up and realize how disjointed and floppy they were.
The premise here is that the Knights of the Round Table who were charged to go find the Grail are still looking for it, just not very hard. In fact they are more interested in delivering pizzas and in whose turn it is to drive the van. The 32A Beaumont Street finance villains reappear except this time they are from Atlantis and are shysters. (The 32A Beaumont Street people were on the up-and-up, at least in the sense that their clients kept their money and made more. The Atlantis people sold securities in companies that magically went bankrupt the next hour.)
Besides the Knights and Atlantis crooks we have a dwarf, another dwarf in a cameo role, Santa Claus and Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (albeit both under different names), Merlin (also under different names), Joseph of Arimathea (mostly under his own name) and assorted other villains, fools and ambling-about-the-side-of-the-road people.
I liked this book at first but it got sad as it got goofy and the ending was not at all happy. The good guys and villains are not so easy to tell apart and we have Simon Magus showing up to magically wrap everything up with a bow. Overall not one of Holt’s better novels.