Sunday, October 11, 2015

Review of Mechaniclism by Lynn Lamb

From the Author,

In 1632, Swiss clockmaker Frederick Jori is commissioned by Lord August Godwine, an Austrian nobleman, to create a miniature city of automatons to amuse himself and impress the aristocracy. When Jori refuses to commit offenses against God, he undergoes brutal, unimaginable torture until the once pious craftsman surrenders to his fate. But what he hides in the innocuous appearing automatons ignites a horrific apocalypse—one that will not be realized for 400 years.

In 21st century San Francisco, Ireland Barton is a brilliant, successful young scientist, but there is one drawback to her perfect life—she suffers from a rare immune disorder that keeps her confined in a plastic bubble. When a new virus is released on the world, she begins a heart-pounding race to find a cure to save what is left of humanity and battle maleficent forces housed in 17th century figurines.

As two worlds—two time periods—collide, will Ireland unravel the mystery of the dolls before the clock winds down on humanity?

My Thoughts

When I was giving the opportunity of getting an early copy of Lynn Lamb’s newest book, Mechaniclism, I jumped at the chance. I have become a big fan of Lamb’s writing since the first book in the Survivor Diaries series. Her short story collection, Oxymoron of Still Life, ranks as some of the finest writing I have seen from an Indie author to date. I will say that in Mechaniclism, Lamb doesn’t disappoint.

The characters are well fleshed out and the comparison of the main characters, Jori and Ireland, each dealing with confinement, is fascinating. Ireland, forced to deal with life from within her bubble, makes the best of her situation and becomes a brilliant scientist. As with all of Lamb’s female lead characters, Ireland is strong and doesn’t let her disability hold her back from becoming all she could be.  Jori, too, is held against his will but under vastly different circumstances.  He looks for revenge and uses his talents as clockmaker to plan out a hideous plot to make his tormentors pay for their actions.

It is interesting to see read how these two characters played out their imprisonment. Ireland watches as her father and best friend live their lives while keeping a level head. On the other hand, Jori loses his sanity at the hands of evil. In a way, the disease that Ireland carries is evil in its own way, yet she doesn’t allow for it to consume her life.

The story flows with ease, sailing across the page smoothly, as only Lambs writing can do. It does bounce from one time period to another, but not once do you find yourself sitting there, scratching your head trying to figure out what time period you’re in. 

The torture scenes are vile and gruesome; the emotional parts are touching and heartwarming. Mechaniclism has a little of everything packed into a novella; horror, suspense, apocalyptic, and a touch of romance, it’s all here and all an enjoyable read.

I can’t say enough how much I loved this book. Lamb has a way with words that made reading this novella a pleasure. It’s a personal recommendation, and a must-grab for anyone who enjoys a gripping read.

Mechaniclism arrives in the Kindle Store on October 15th, for the special release price of $0.99 until October 31st.

Check out an excerpt below.

The doll, clothed in the attire of a nobleman, sat in front of proportionally sized writing desk with a plume in a hand that hovered over a slip of scroll. He was perfection. Lasse, named for the clockmaker’s dear father, wore satin breeches and a matching cassock with ruffled shirt beneath—dressed for the finest occasion. His cubby legs were adorned with canions that could be removed at the Lord’s request. Atop his head lay a mass of blonde curls, designed to make the bald Godwine jealous of the mechanical youth—a mere toy. His loathsome expression told Jori it was working. A small twitch of a grin arouse on Jori’s lips with the thought of it.

    “What do you find amusing, worm?” Godwine growled at him. “Go on, get on with it, so I do not have to be in the presence of your repulsiveness a moment longer. It sickens me to gaze upon you.”

    Jori ignored the rudeness and wound the key that set into motion the cams in the doll’s back. As it began, Godwine jumped to a sitting position in fascination. He stood and went over to the doll to watch its moving eyes track the plume that scratched out a message. The stiff arm moved to the inkwell where it tapped the tip into the jar with preciseness before swinging back over the paper and jerking downward to continue writing. The soothing ticking sound that Jori so loved quieted the onlookers. The nobles who milled about with no real purpose pushed inward. Not a rustle, not a movement, not a single breath sounded in the great room.

    “How does he … go?” Godwine asked. His tentative, distrusting hand reached towards the commissioned piece.

    “Gaël, open the back of the cassock,” Jori said. “The row of cams interact with a simple tooth, much like the inner-workings of a clock, and when—”

    “What has he written?” Godwine interrupted. “Read it for all to hear,” he ordered, his pompous arm sweeping before him, indicating the crowd.

    Godwine reached for the paper, but recoiled in uncertainty. Jori turned his head away and rolled his eyes. He pulled the note from the small writing desk and read the perfect swirling penmanship aloud with authority. “When man acts as God, he will suffer His wrath.”

    Upon hearing the not-so cleverly veiled message, Godwine scoffed. With a flick of his wrist, he dismissed his servant Jori. Rôt and Halli were immediately at his side, ready to wheel him toward the dark place of fear and pain.

    “But I have done everything you have requested!” he shouted as they wheeled him toward the stairwell. He cried, “What else will you ask of me?”

    “You fool!” exclaimed Halli when they were away from the crowd. “Ye were close to gaining his favor. But, as usual, ye could not hold yer tongue. Well, I know the remedy for that.”

Mechaniclism is available now on Amazon

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