Don’t get yourself noticed and you won’t get yourself hanged.
In the faery slums of Bath, Bartholomew Kettle and his sister Hettie live by these words. Bartholomew and Hettie are changelings—Peculiars—and neither faeries nor humans want anything to do with them.
One day a mysterious lady in a plum-colored dress comes gliding down Old Crow Alley. Bartholomew watches her through his window. Who is she? What does she want? And when Bartholomew witnesses the lady whisking away, in a whirling ring of feathers, the boy who lives across the alley—Bartholomew forgets the rules and gets himself noticed.
First he’s noticed by the lady in plum herself, then by something darkly magical and mysterious, by Jack Box and the Raggedy Man, by the powerful Mr. Lickerish . . . and by Arthur Jelliby, a young man trying to slip through the world unnoticed, too, and who, against all odds, offers Bartholomew friendship and a way to belong.
Part murder mystery, part gothic fantasy, part steampunk adventure, The Peculiar is Stefan Bachmann’s riveting, inventive, and unforgettable debut novel.
Teen Writers These Days. Good Grief.
I’ll confess up front that I judged this book by two things before I even knew what it was about: it’s cover (because I love it) and the author’s age (because he’s a teenager).
Ohh, teenagers who write YA. I just have such mixed feelings about this whole situation. I mean, on the one hand, it is so totally awesome that teenagers are writing books. Go, teens! Way to be dedicated and hard-working and creative! I really do celebrate that. But on the other hand…what the heck. You oh-so-accomplished teens are making us old folks look bad and feel like losers. Cut that out. Just hold on to your mega-talent and drive for, like, at least one more decade before you come bursting onto the scene with your awesomeness!
But seriously, teen authors are amazing. I am always drawn to books written by really young people and published by big houses. Like The Inheritance Cycle, and all things Lauren Oliver, and now, Stefan Bachmann. (Yes, I consider “really young” to be anyone under the age of 30 who’s experienced publishing success. And no, I’m not over thirty.)
Ok, so Stefan Bachmann. The Peculiar. I was intrigued by all of the awesome reviews The Peculiar was getting from within the industry, and couldn’t help but wonder if a book written by someone so young would really stand up under the pressure of a starred PW review. I hate to be that person, but I naturally question whether people are praising a book because the author is young or because the book deserves it.
In this case, I can assure you, the book deserves it. 100%.
The Peculiar is lively and imaginative in a way I’ve rarely encountered before. It’s quirkiness and charm remind me of Terry Pratchett; there is a grittiness to it that smacks of Scott Westerfeld; the dark themes of death and corruption are explored through magic and oddities in the vein of Neil Gaiman; and the uniqueness of the storyline can only be attributed to the genuine chops of a very talented, albeit very young, Stefan Bachmann.
And man oh man, does the guy have chops. The voice is so clear and well defined here, and the prose is light. Not “light” as in funny or unsubstantial. Light as in whimsical, without becoming gimmicky. (The main character is Mr. Jelliby. You can’t get more whimsical than a name like Jelliby!) Yet, the lightness of prose is countered by the fact that this story really is about the murder of children. (It’s also about a bunch of faeries who are relegated to life as second-class citizens, which is just begging to be dissected in some literary student’s thesis paper someday.)
Bachmann writes as if he has nothing to prove–and as it turns out, he doesn’t. His talent speaks for itself; and by its own merit as an engaging and clever tale, The Peculiar debuts as one of the most promising books of 2012. It also debuts as one of the most tantalizing cliff-hanger endings of 2012. So come on, Bachmann…give us #2! Your fans are waiting!
