| A Review of: Ayesha, My Queendom Come by W.P. KinsellaAs a young man I remember thrilling to the phantasmagorical novels
of A. Merritt, like Ship of Ishtar, and the novel She by H. Rider
Haggard, the fantastical story of an immortal white Queen. Brinckman,
owes a huge debt to H. Rider Haggard, as he tells the tale of a
modern woman from Ottawa who, as a neglected and abused child
discovers the novel She, and interprets and adopts a passage from
the novel, which she takes to mean that it's alright to kill anyone
who stands between her and what she desires. At twelve she kills
her drunken mother's abusive boyfriend, and lets her mother take
the rap and go to prison. At fourteen she kills two girls, a former
close friend and the girl who broke up their relationship. Her
father is a member of motorcycle gang, and she quickly learns about
keeping books for the club as well as the intricacies of money
laundering. She eventually steals half her father's assets and rips
off the Hells Angels for some twenty million dollars. Faking her
own death, she heads for a Caribbean Island where she discovers an
isolated tribe that immediately worship her as the reincarnation
of their long dead leader. As with Kurtz in Heart of Darkness,
absolute power corrupts and the girl, now known as Ayesha, becomes
involved in voodoo and her subjects in cannibalism. The melodramatic
happenings are told in a calm narrative voice and the pace is
excellent. The downside is that Brinckman tells a little too much
about a multitude of subjects, ranging from voodoo rituals, to
turning cocoa leaves into cocaine, to money laundering. Still, this
is an entertaining novel.
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