King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Kim Iverson Headlee
What a strange, yet compelling book. Sort of like Morgan le Fay herself, come to think of it. Her commentary on the Washington, DC, of 2079 is highly entertaining. One wonders what Hillary Clinton could do with a campaign boss like this one, able to cast spells on bothersome political rivals. Her fictional counterpart Mallory Hinton ends up President for Life.
Morgan’s acquisition of a baseball team wasn’t as much fun. I could have done with a lot less baseball talk and more beltway doings.
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Morgan le Fay, 6th-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300 miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079, replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings, virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological marvels.
Whatever is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball franchise.
Written as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society, popular culture, politics, baseball…and the human heart.
Conversation was sparse, awkward, and inconsequential until Malory laid down her fork, nailed Dowley with her gaze, and said:
“Dan, you know you had that coming, what with all the verbal shots you’ve been taking at me of late. It has to stop. We’re in the same party, for God’s sake. All this sniping is bad form.”
“If I discontinue my opposition tactics and support you, what’s in it for me?”
The cheeky bastard! I would have racked him on the spot.
Malory said, “Why, the ’88 Presidential nomination, of course.”
This, of course, would be for naught if Malory became President for Life. Promises made by twenty-first-century politicians were rarely kept; how anything of import ever got accomplished in this hellish climate of false hope being strung along by true deceit lay far beyond my ken.
Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come ‘s Courtand go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.
Kim is a Seattle native and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.
For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She has been a published novelist since 1999, beginning with the original edition of Dawnflight (Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0671020412).