My local library finally fulfilled my hold of
The Butcher's Masquerade, which I read
back in February, save for the fifth part of the "Backstage at the Pineapple Cabaret" novella, which was what I read earlier today.
I find myself beginning to grow slightly dissatisfied with these snippets, largely because I'm starting to question precisely what purpose they serve within the overall narrative. I
mentioned before that it felt like they were beginning to become relevant in the main (i.e. Carl's) plotline, which I have no doubt is what they're ultimately in service to, but in terms of standing on their own merits I think that they're beginning to suffer.
In this fifth entry, we have more wheels-within-wheels turning, offering us further glimpses of various machinations and intrigues that are happening...but results in very little. Yes, we see characters putting schemes into motion, and there are discoveries, maneuverings, and even deaths, but none of it seems to amount to anything. If this is all a setup to some dramatic happenstance later in Carl's saga, then we're getting an
awful lot of buildup, and if it's not, then it's beginning to look like an exercise in futility.
The thing is, that futility is largely something that's experienced in-character. One of the recurring themes in these stories, at least as I see it, is the degree to which each character (since each novella presents things from a different individual's point of view) realizes the degree to which things are completely hopeless. That they're completely disposable and unvalued by the people in power, which are not simply some cabal but rather the entirety of the upper echelons of galactic society. What hope they have is illusory, the promises that were made to them all lies; the ones who believe them are simply buying into a delusion, the rest are apathetic, and even those with ambitions of fighting back have no idea what their up against.
By itself, that makes for a bleak picture, but what really drives home the sense of nihilism is how factionalized and divided the powerless characters are. Not just between those who believe the lies they've been fed about advancing if they do a good job and those who aren't so naive, but between various other groups who despise their confederates for reasons ranging from ideological fanaticism to gross differences in biology to simply being absorbed with their own desires at the expense of others. It's a life-and-death struggle, not against their oppressors, but against each other, and unless there's some impressive twist waiting to be unleashed (which might very well be the case) it's all for naught, since none of them have the power to change their situation or save themselves.
Ultimately, that
should be a depressing state of affairs, and it is...but it's to Dinniman's credit that he somehow manages to thread the needle of making that funny. To be sure, it's black comedy, but comedy nonetheless. I
said previously that there was
Deadpool-esque quality to how things danced between poignancy and hilarity before, but here it's more of an issue of laughing because the heart of humor is absurdity, and it's likewise absurd how these characters can be so myopic. To be able to turn the latter into the former is skillful, and yet Dinniman consistently pulls it off.
With any luck, I'll be able to get my hands on the remaining two novellas before my library fulfills my hold for the new book.