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Review: 'Piggy Moto: All-Star Boar Band', by Nicholas McRae

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Piggy Moto
FurPlanet Productions, June 2011
Trade paperback $19.95
([iii] + 297 pages)

This novel is slightly unusual in that it is a novelization of an audio dramatization. It was serialized as a free audio book by the author in 41 installments from April 5 to October 31 (starting prior to and ending after this book's publication).

Pigs are looked down upon in this world of anthropomorphized animal (including human) nations and magic, of dramatic geographic names like the Burning Lands and Island of the Dead Warlords. Cecil “Eberhard” Berringer, a dwarf boar from the Faunatian Confederacy with a dark ring around his left eye, and his friends Corbin Zellig, Johan Tyson, Gustave Baldur, and Byron Warner, have formed Piggy Moto, an all-boar tuxedo-dressed instrumental and vocal music group, to help boars to gain a better public image.

They rely upon their musical talent rather than upon flashy magical stagecraft to impress their audiences, and do well enough that they are invited to perform in an international music competition, in the distant city of Farpoint in Lancemyth.

The contestants are put up at an opulent hotel, the Sheltering Arms Inn. Yet the Northern port city of Farpoint is chilly and bleak, and the boars are not happy there. Some of their competitors seem friendly, while others openly regard them as rivals to be beaten. Worse, it seems that all of the contestants have received anonymous threats, fulfilled by the theft or sabotage of their musical instruments – which indicates that their attacker is among them or has access to the Sheltering Arms.

The violence escalates. Byron is attacked and abandoned in Farpoint’s snow-covered streets. The beer in the Sheltering Arms is poisoned; many contestants fall ill and Eberhard almost dies. The threat of death is clearly meant to unnerve all the contestants. Finally there is a murder. All remaining contestants are suspects, including Piggy Moto. The stress leads to dissention among the boars, and Piggy Moto seems in danger of breaking up.

Piggy Moto has a lot going for it. The mystery is a solid whodunit that keeps the reader guessing up to the end, with an imaginative choice in its pig band protagonists. The setting is a colorful world, full of richly varied lands and animal peoples from the Arablike Adabbans (Hassan the camel, Houssam the jackal, Sami the hamster, and Abdul-Ra’d the stallion) to the Japanese three mink sisters. There is a vast variety of mammal types and a few birds and reptiles: dogs, rabbits, foxes, a bat, a bear, a porcupine, a meerkat, a bobcat, a hedgehog, a beaver, a ferret, a lizard, a wren; including some fantastic creatures such as water and air sprites, gremlins, and, offstage, unicorns.

Even the background characters stand out: “A trio of apes from the jungles of Mokumbo, two chimpanzees and a gorilla …”; “The bartender, a buck called Mister Stookesburry who wore bandages where his antlers had recently dropped …”; “Eberhard’s brow tightened as a rat, a mouse and a bald-headed human, all in blue tabards, stepped into the bar. Lariats bound swords into their scabbards at the officers’ hips …”; “Squirrel and mouse girls circulated with flagons of beer and trays of cheese, while wolf and deer lasses distributed pewter goblets to those guests who’d not brought their own. The horses performed for the crowd, taking occasional breaks to introduce a new lager, describe the brewing process, or invite their guests to partake of hors d’oeuvres.”

But these animal peoples all feel like humans in animal costumes. All, from camels to mice, are conveniently the same size, with few descriptions of unique animal characteristics. This makes them unconvincing despite their colorfullness.

The main flaw is the writing, which never achieves a verisimilitude. Its worst aspect is in trying to rise above mediocrity by using colorful descriptives rather than the usual simple ones, and giving the characters exaggerated accents to make them distinct from each other.

Of the five boars, Corbin the leader sprinkles his speech with Gallicisms like ‘bon’, ‘non’, ‘Oui, oui!’ and ‘mon frère’. Johan speaks an affectedly educated English, rarely using contractions. He is also a gourmand, obsessed with fine dining to an unrealistic extent. Gustave has a posh English accent, while the heavily-tattooed Byron talks in lower-class English slang like “them blokes” and “me bollocks and willy”. Worst is Eberhard with a comically thick German accent, frequently lapsing into pure German phrases like “Ach, nein.”

The supporting cast is no better. Miss Anastasia Borenchnik, a mouse from Moscrovia and her two wolf bodyguards Dmitri and Alexei, speak in Russian accents: “‘After supper, pig,’ she called over her shoulder, ‘come to bar and buy me a drink. Take bath, before. You smell like cheap vodka.’” Miss Mina, a tall, slender tabby singer (with Clem, her badger manager), speaks with a Hollywoodian Western accent: “‘How excitin’! I ain’t seen much outside of Winterwood,’ Mina said, sticking out her lower lip. ‘Only some of the hills, which get frightfully borin’ after a few tours. Why, I reckon if I can win this contest, I’ll get to see all of Lancemyth. Heck, the whole world, even.’”

A composite example (pp. 17-18):

‘Oi! How is it, then, our luggage is already here?’ asked Byron. ‘I never saw no porters carrying in our goods.’
‘Oh, of course not, Sir,’ giggled the squirrel. ‘Our servant entrance is much faster for that.’
‘But of course,’ chided Johan. ‘Servant entrance, dummy.’
‘You watch your tone, cookie-boar,’ warned Byron. ‘I’ll brain ya good!’
Before the pigs could come to blows, a small bell hanging next to the front entrance began to tinkle and chime.
‘Oh, it appears that another guest has arrived,’ Geoffrey said. ‘They shall be needing a guide.’
‘Oh, right, right,’ said Gustave, picking up on the horse’s cue. ‘Thanks for the lead, mate.’ He passed a coin to the stallion.
‘It was my pleasure, sirs,’ said Geoffrey, tipping his hat. With that, the horse took his leave.
‘When you are ready, sirs,’ said the girl, ‘Matthew will take you to your suite.’ She handed the key to a small, feline lad who’d skulked in unnoticed.
‘G’day gents!’ the boy grinned up at his porcine masters, ‘You wanna go to your room first, or to the food?’

A lesser flaw is chapters that end with overly-obvious cliffhangers, revealing the story’s origin as an audio serial (p. 12):

A queer sense of foreboding descended upon the swine; was it already too late to reverse their course and sail home?

So is Piggy Moto worth reading? On the whole, yes. It may not be lasting literature, but it presents a good plot in a vivid setting, with genuine surprises at the climax, and an attractive cover by Analon. The overly artificial writing can be tolerated for the length of the story. You could do worse than invest an evening or two’s time in getting through this novel.

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Hey there! Thanks a ton for the indepth and honest review. It's great to hear what you liked and disliked about Piggy Moto. You've given me a lot to watch out for as I work on my next manuscript.

Best wishes!
Nicholas McRae

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Fred (Fred Patten)read storiescontact (login required)

a retired former librarian from North Hollywood, California, interested in general anthropomorphics