The End of All Things by John Scalzi

In the two most recent books set in his Old Man’s War universe, The Human Division and now The End of All Things, John Scalzi has been busy shaking up the structures that he set up in the earlier books. Briefly, the galaxy is full of starfaring civilizations, most of them relentlessly hostile to each other. To survive in the interstellar environment, humanity has not only developed the fearsome weapons of space warfare, it has a political setup to enable humans to both colonize new systems and fight aliens on a nearly continuous basis. The Colonial Union controls humanity’s defenses and serves as an inter-system government, also representing humanity on the rare occasions when contact between intelligent species is conducted by diplomacy rather than warfare. Earth serves as a reservoir of people, providing the bulk of soldiers for the Colonial Defense Forces. The colonies have far smaller populations than the Earth, shelter and develop under the umbrella provided by the CDF, but without generally contributing to the common defense. This arrangement has existed for centuries, as humanity gained and kept a toehold among the stars.

The earlier books in the series have shown this environment from the perspective of a common soldier, a member of the CDF’s elite special forces, a colonial administrator, and the administrator’s daughter. Beginning with The Human Divison, Scalzi has been writing about how this arrangement is coming apart.

Within the setting, one of the important changes is that non-human species are working together, or at the very least, no longer fighting each other as ruthlessly as before. The Conclave brings together roughly 400 species and their various colonized systems under a banner of enforced non-aggression. They enforce limits on colonization and maintain a status quo among the many species.

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Go Set A Watchman by Harper Lee

I get the distinct feeling that Harper Lee only allowed this book to be published because a) she just didn’t care any more, and b) maybe it would stop people from pestering her about publishing (and honestly, shame on those people squeezing a profit out of this!) Go Set A Watchman is not a complete novel. It’s barely even a second draft, and would barely be of interest if not for the canonical status of To Kill A Mockingbird. Even so, there are critical differences between the two books in both fact and tone: don’t go into reading this expecting it to be a sequel, as it isn’t really the same characters and is definitely NOT a continuation of events from TKaM. It’s an attempt by Ms Lee at tackling important issues of racism and family but it’s not good, and you can see why she abandoned it in favor of writing, presumably later, the exemplary TKaM. Anyway, I hope this buys her a permanent respite from the vultures around her (who should seriously be ashamed of themselves for the naked money-grubbing that obviously motivated the publication of this novel.)

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Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty’s debut novel is a remarkably accomplished, near-perfect exploration of family dynamics in contemporary Australia. Witty and wise, with excellent pacing and an inventive structure, it exemplifies the genre of contemporary women’s fiction. And after reading Three Wishes, I was impressed with how well she’s living up to her initial promise: her fifth and sixth novels, The Husband’s Secret and Big Little Lies, are both terrific novels as well, not something you can say about most novelists’ oeuvres especially given the rate at which she’s writing these. Looking forward to devouring the three other novels she’s written to date, as well as those still to come.

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Hild by Nicola Griffith

For real, if I’d known this novel would be the first in a series, I wouldn’t have bothered reading it till the rest came out. As it is, the book ends well before the… oh jeez, how to explain without spoilers? I know this is all based on what might as well be ancient history, but I made the mistake of looking up Saint Hilda (whom I have a passing familiarity with due to past research on Whitby) on Wikipedia, and was disappointed in myself for finding out what happens next. Would hate to do the same to you, dear reader.

Anyway, the book itself is incredibly dense with historical details that are woven in as neatly as one of Hild’s patterns so that they don’t get too far in the way of the narrative. I admit to being a little annoyed with the narrative tho, as there’s just a little too much that Nicola Griffith assumes we’ll figure out on our own: fine for historical details (hello, Wiki!) but annoying for plot. The book also suffers from the casual introduction of characters who only become relevant pages later, causing me to have to skip back to find out who this or that person is (oh, a random person mentioned in passing in a minor noble’s hall, of course I’d remember him :/.) It’s almost as if the author forgot that we’re not all experts on Medieval England, so wrapped up does she get in the details.

That aside, I really did enjoy the tale of a young girl’s coming of age in the most harrowing of circumstances. Her ambitious mother pushes her into a dangerous position at the hand of a paranoid king — literally dangerous considering that, by the age of 11, she has PTSD from being in battle. Then there are the frank discussions of love and sex and politics and religion. I teared up whenever Hild had to confront the aching loneliness of her position. All terrific material, handled really well (the issues I mentioned previously excepting, of course) if possibly blasphemously. The cover still kinda weirds me out with the way it suggests that this is a book for Young Adults instead of Adults, tho. This is a book about a young girl growing up, but is definitely a book for the mature.

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Of Noble Family by Mary Robinette Kowal

Of Noble Family is the fifth book of Mary Robinette Kowal’s Glamourist History series. The series crosses Regency romances with alternate (but not terribly alternate) history and a dash of domestic magic. The series follows Sir David Vincent and his wife Jane, accomplished glamourists; that is, practitioners of the arts of magical illusion known in the books as glamour.

While the two of them are in Vienna, Vincent receives news that his estranged father — a father who, among other things, had Vincent tried for treason in an earlier book — has died of a stroke on one of the family’s estates on Antigua, then a British colony and major naval station in the Caribbean. Reluctantly, Vincent and Jane undertake the Atlantic crossing to set the family affairs in order.

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The Well-Favored Man by Elizabeth Willey

A friend whose taste I respect recommended The Well-Favored Man to me, and, while I didn’t bounce off of it, I didn’t respond with quite the enthusiasm we both thought I might. She zipped right through it and has, I think, re-read it again in the meantime, while I dawdled the weeks away, and read several other books in the time between starting and finishing Elizabeth Willey’s debut novel.

In 2003, The Well-Favored Man, published 10 years earlier, was already being described as “Nice Princes in Amber.” That definitely captures part of the setup and the initial action of the book. The story centers around a magical and implicitly immortal family, the head of which created the realm they rule when he tamed a powerful source of magic. The source is hidden deep in the family’s castle; members who partake of the Spring gain the ability to travel between worlds, non-family members who attempt the Spring are destroyed; the family is dispersed through the multiverse, with some of them ruling their own realms. So far, so Zelaznyesque.

But where the royal family of Amber seethed with deadly conflict to take the throne, Argylle’s ruling clan seems to compete to stay as far away from formal power as possible. The original patriarch Prospero — and in a nod to that Prospero, he often speaks in iambic pentameter — has long since descended from the throne. He is still around as something of an irascible guide for his grandson Gwydion, the titular character and present ruler. Gwydion’s mother had preceded him on the throne until her sudden and mysterious death some twenty years before the story opens.

Argylle does almost rule itself, as one of the characters observes. The ruler mostly serves as a court of last resort. In one of the few scenes of governance described in detail, Gwydion resolves a dispute in a way that imposes burdens on both parties, by way of giving incentives not to kick things up to his level. In fact, Argylle rules itself so well that Gwydion can take long journeys by himself, and contemplate leaving the throne vacant or entrusted to a placeholding relative for months at a time. I found the lack of ambition among the royals curious, and the lack of usurping by the council of burghers unlikely.

The absence of politics and the relatively low number of people on stage in the medieval-esque court were two factors that kept me distant from the book as I read along. On the one hand, I can see that a royal family of sorcerers whose head quite literally created the world would enjoy great legitimacy. On the other, people jockey for position, power and prestige. They do that everywhere, as far as I can tell, and they do it in big ways and small. It doesn’t have to be murder and invasion, as in Amber. The jockeying can just as well be for the ruler’s attention, for personal favors, or any number of other aspects of position. Among recent novels, The Goblin Emperor was particularly good at showing the kind of constant conflict going on around a ruler.

Books like Wolf Hall have also reminded me of the large number of people required to run a royal household in a medieval setting. The members of Gwydion’s family eat well, they drink fine wines, they fight with swords and armor, and they pursue magical knowledge. With the technology as depicted in The Well-Favored Man, there would be vast numbers of people supporting all of these activities. Yet the impression that the book gave me was of the family members moving through their Citadel mostly alone. Gwydion mentions one manservant in particular, but there should have been hundreds of people bustling about, and even a story that focuses tightly on the royal family, I think, ought to give a sense of what’s happening in the background. Certainly the solitary hours that Gwydion spends would have been unusual, and his forays into the kitchen to prepare a casual meal or a pot of coffee even more so.

Two aspects of the book that my friend particularly liked were, first, the opportunity to spend time with a fantasy ruler who is relatively well-balanced, interesting in and of himself, and second, a loving ruling family that worked together to address problems, even while having personality conflicts. Gwydion is indeed well-favored in that regard. He is amiable, curious, and interesting. He’s young by his family’s standards, still learning the arts of ruling. Circumstances compel him to face an external threat to the realm, and his own needs bring about deeper investigation of what happened to his mother. These two move the story along, although it’s the inner search that takes up more of the narrative and proves more fruitful. The family teams up at first to face the external threat (they get their collective asses kicked) and then disperses, some healing, some hiding, some sulking. Gwydion navigates among them to find what he needs to protect Argylle, though naturally it is not what he thought he needed.

Elizabeth Willey wrote two other books set in this multiverse, A Sorcerer and a Gentleman, and The Price of Blood and Honor. My friend says they are each very different from The Well-Favored Man, and I am looking forward to finding out.

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Reaper Man by Terry Pratchett

They seem such slight things, the Discworld books. Mostly slender paperbacks with the unmistakable art on their covers and the absurd premises piled on one another (it’s turtles all the way down), usually stacked up in the first few pages. Suddenly it’s a couple hundred pages later, there has been laughter, there has been at least the hint of tears, and the absurdities haven’t become any less so, but they have also become, somehow, inevitable.

Rendering Death as a major character, both sympathetic and drily — one is tempted to say bone-drily — humorous, is one of Pratchett’s significant achievements over the course of the first ten books. In the eleventh, Reaper Man, Death takes center stage.

Death discovers an hourglass with his own name on it, sand slipping from above to below, indicating with greater inevitability than even taxes, that he did not have much time left. At first he protests, and then he does what many mortals would do if they knew how much time they had remaining to live: he walks right off his job.

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Fates And Furies by Lauren Groff

Meh. I loved The Monsters Of Templeton and eagerly looked forward to meeting that same humanity and kindness displayed there again here in the pages of Fates And Furies, but instead all I got was a book about a naive dude and his bitchy wife with her unrelentingly poor choices. If anything, it reminded me of a fictionalized version of Vera by Stacey Schiff: great writing but God, the protagonists are deeply unsympathetic. Our two main characters, Lotto and Mathilde, are passionately in love, marrying after two weeks of meeting at the age of 22 and weathering all sorts of storms, personal and professional, to enjoy a mostly secure and happy union. I’ll be honest, a lot of Lotto’s half, I kept trying to guess what sort of dark fury was building underneath, as had been promised in the blurbs, to be revealed in the second half. And then I got to Mathilde’s part and… meh.

God, she’s so awful. She makes a terrible mistake as a child (or maybe she doesn’t! But instead of just getting the fuck over it, in the most annoying part of the book, we’re forced to read about her feelings about her feelings <-- useful phrase my darling best friend used when we were discussing the book last night. It is so nice to have intelligent friends) and is punished with a really crappy childhood, but then goes on to make really bad choices which she shouldn't be making because she's clearly an intelligent person who KNOWS better. You know a character is an idiot when you agree more with the "menacing" uncle than with her re: supporting herself through college. And I have no fucking idea why she even went to college if she isn't going to use a damn thing she learned in those four years to support herself afterwards. She bitches about Lotto's career and their poverty but when push comes to shove, goes right back to the guy who humiliated her for years instead of maybe using her fucking degree to get a real job. Jesus Christ, Mathilde. Pull yourself together, you great idiot. I'm also really tired of books where I'm supposed to sympathize with the woman who deliberately obscures herself behind her husband because fucking staaaaaahp. That's a legitimate issue through the 1970s and maybe even 80s, but once through the 90s, there's no excuse to blame sexism for what is essentially just a young woman's passive-aggressive display of fear of the real world. Bitch, you have choices! Stop making the worst, the cowardly ones! And this is another book which has been compared to the wonderful, diabolical Gone Girl, much to my ire. Gone Girl was terrific, featuring a sociopath who made choices that made perfect, if selfish and cruel, sense. That portrait of a marriage was at once fantastical and terrifyingly believable. Fates And Furies is believable in that, yes, people are this dumb, but I didn't care about them and was honestly glad when the book was over and I didn't have to deal with Mathilde's bullshit any more. I didn't even care about her grand "redemptive" gesture at the end. The best parts of the books were the ones that alluded to Lotto's plays (again, echoes of my experience with Vera) and the observation that you can't really know anyone unless they're committed to openness with you (so by that measure, I don't think Lotto and Mathilde had a successful marriage, but what do I know? Marriage is hard work, I'll grant you that.) Everything else was well-written drivel.

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Whispers Underground by Ben Aaronovitch

It’s extraordinary how this series doesn’t flag at all, with each book feeling entirely self-contained even as the overarching narrative races towards what promises to be a breathtaking denouement (no pressure, Ben Aaronovitch!) With most urban fantasy, Book 3 (if you’re lucky) is where the stresses of carrying a series would begin to show, in either lazy writing, or rote characterization or plot development. Astonishingly, the Peter Grant books avoid all these pitfalls, and only seem to be going from strength to strength as we continue to explore magical London with our charming cast.

My only quibble with this book, entirely not the fault of Mr Aaronovitch I’m sure, was that Agent Reynolds was portrayed in the blurb as someone ferociously anti-witchcraft, instead of your average skeptic. While I quite enjoyed how having her in the book allowed for some terrific cross-Atlantic humor, I did think it was weird that she was set up by the promotional materials to be some sort of small-town bigot.

And finally, my favorite quote from the book:

A murder inquiry can last week, months, or even years, and ultimately the victims don’t want you to be sympathetic. They want you to be competent–that’s what you owe them.

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Moon Over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch

It isn’t often that the second book in a series I like is even better than the first, but Ben Aaronovitch has managed to build on the cleverness of Midnight Riot to add pathos and depth to his magical universe with Moon Over Soho. Whereas the first book felt a little shaky in its grasp of “magic,” the writing here feels much more sure-footed. In the hands of another author, the amount of detail regarding police practices would have also felt intrusive if not downright tiresome, but here they add gravitas to our hero’s wit and his surroundings’ fancy. And I love how this universe keeps expanding in a way that feels organic and, at no point, convenient (tho I forget from the first book, has Dr Walid always been able to sense vestigia?) I also found, unusually for me, that I was not irritated by the fact that only half the mystery presented in the book is solved by the end of it. I would likely have been annoyed had this happened in the first book: I want a series to earn my loyalty with a perfectly packaged standalone before buying into a multi-threaded narrative that carries over the course of several novels. And the Rivers Of London has definitely done that! Off to binge-read Book 3 before knuckling down to the other books that leapt off the library’s hold list for me!

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