Apr 19 2023

Magical History Tour Vol. 12: The Samurai by Fabrice Erre & Sylvain Savoia

As someone who has spent a patently absurd amount of time playing Legend Of The Five Rings, a role-playing game heavily inspired by Far Eastern cultures, it’s always fascinating to me to see how lacking my knowledge of Japan actually is. Books like this one gently correct my misperceptions, in the most interesting way possible.

Regular readers will know I’m a big fan of the Magical History Tour series which, while written for kids, is full of thought-provoking information for curious minds of all ages. This twelfth installment focuses specifically on Japan’s samurai: who they were; how they came about, came to power and declined, and the hold they continue to have on the world’s imagination. It’s a wholly absorbing book that presents its information clearly and without prejudice, and is honestly an essential primer for anyone who doesn’t know much — or who wants to know more — about this topic.

The seriousness of the subject matter is greatly leavened by the presence of Annie and Nico, our young present-day narrators. The story actually begins when Nico continually loses his cool while they’re playing a game of badminton. Annie suggests that staying calm will help him focus, much like the samurai believed. Nico, ofc, has no idea who they are, launching the two on their magical tour through history. Our narrative duo are perpetually charming, even if I, like Annie, feel that Nico maybe shouldn’t be trusted with sharp blades quite yet.

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Apr 18 2023

The Night Tent by Landis Blair

My middle child loved this book so much that he took off with it after we finished reading it and I still don’t know where it is, lol.

Landis Blair’s first picture book is the story of Watson, whose fears of the creatures in his closet and under his bed prevent him from feeling sleepy. Watson soon discovers a light under his covers, and crawls beneath to find a tent spangled with stars from the night sky. This sets him on a voyage through a fantastic nocturnal landscape where he learns that maybe strange creatures aren’t so scary, and that having lots of adventures makes a body very sleepy indeed.

This is a perfect book for helping kids get ready for sleep! The little insets with “Watson wasn’t sleepy yet so” (and I have to paraphrase because my kid ran off with the book) feature pictures of Watson getting progressively sleepier, and made me want to yawn as my body involuntarily relaxed with Watson’s. It’s a deeply clever psychological technique that’s perfect for soothing children (and their tired adults) to sleep.

The art is delightfully tenebrous, with clean lines and a style hearkening back to classic author-illustrators such as Maurice Sendak and Tomie dePaola. Mr Blair’s palette is cooler than those authors’, with blues predominant and pale yellows and white used as highlights, in keeping with the subject matter.

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Apr 15 2023

Sation Eternity by Mur Lafferty

What’s it like to be the protagonist of a mystery series? Everywhere you go, people die. Vacation? Murder. Big social occasion? More murder. Village fête? Very murdery. Spotting the clues and solving the crime when local police are stumped does not exactly win friends either. Mallory Viridian hates it. She’s had years of practice, and a testy relationship with police across North Carolina up to and including the State Bureau of Investigation. Normal people never adjust to murder. It’s debatable whether Mallory falls into the category of “normal,” given the number of premeditated deaths she had been in close proximity to, but her reaction is normal. She tried therapy — during a session the therapist’s wife murdered his secretary in the mistaken belief that they were having an affair — she tried religion — several, in fact.

Station Eternity by Mur Lafferty

“Miracles happen daily if we just open ourselves to it,” one priest had said while she was in confession. He hadn’t wanted to call it a miracle when, while hearing Mallory’s confession, a parishioner had been murdered in the church’s parking lot. The church had not admitted she was right; they instead accused her of orchestrating the crime. This was her eighth murder and she should have known better. (p. 11)

When Station Eternity opens in 2044, she has more than ten murders behind her. She’s adapted. “She had kept her distance from her neighbors and made friends only with the night volunteers at the local animal shelter. She shopped online or late at night in twenty-four-hour grocery stores. She tried to avoid groups of people at all costs.” (p. 13) She has a reasonably successful career as an author of mystery novels, mysteries based on the real crimes she has solved. The approach keeps her alive, and it does a good job keeping people around her alive too. But it’s “so, so goddamn lonely.” (p. 13) Which is probably why she lets a neighbor persuade her to go to a birthday party being held on a nearby military base.

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Apr 11 2023

The Little Wooden Robot And The Log Princess by Tom Gauld

I didn’t even know Tom Gauld had written a children’s book! This is his first of hopefully many, especially given the delightful allusions peppered throughout this volume to the title characters’ adventures while on their epic journey.

Once upon a time, a king and queen lived happily but for the fact that they had no children. My eldest child, who was reading this with me, asked, “So why didn’t they just do a funny?” (that being what his circle of friends apparently calls sex nowadays. Twelve year olds, y’all.) I had to explain to him that not all sex leads to pregnancies or subsequent childbirth, tho many of them do, so point one to the book for helping introduce that concept.

Anyway, the king turns to an inventor and the queen to a witch, and next thing you know, they have a wooden robot and a log princess for children. And everyone is very happy and loving and kind. But the princess has a secret: every time she falls asleep, she turns into a log who can only be awoken with a certain phrase. Usually, it’s the robot’s job to wake his sister so they can spend the day playing. Alas, he gets distracted by the circus coming to town one morning. When he remembers to go wake the princess, he finds that an oblivious maid has tossed her out the window. The robot goes chasing after, but will he able to recover his sister and bring her home?

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Apr 09 2023

Human Chain by Seamus Heaney

So here I am at the end of Seamus Heaney’s major collections. I came via the sideways path, the one that starts with his Nobel lecture, which is brilliant, and has repaid many re-readings. It took me through Finders Keepers a collection of his prose, and then through his Beowulf. I no longer remember just why I picked up Stepping Stones, a collection of interviews of Heaney conducted over several years by Dennis O’Driscoll, a fellow Irish poet. After reading that collection, listening to the two of them talk about life and poetry for several hundred pages, I decided it was time to go and find the poems. And so I have. Following the Frumious advice, I began at the beginning and now I have come, more or less, to the end. Human Chain is the last collection of poems published in his lifetime. I may go back and pick up some of his translations — Sweeney Astray piqued my interest, and somewhere I think I still have my copy of his translation of Jan Kochanowski’s Laments — or maybe the collections that he edited together with Ted Hughes. But for major collections, it’s re-reading from now on. The poems will have to come back to me as if new.

Human Chain by Seamus Heaney

Human Chain seems to me to have more longish poems, or at least longish for Heaney, than most of his other collections. “Eelworks” offers six sections, short though each might be, while two poems later “A Herbal” has fifteen unnumbered parts across nine pages. “Route 110” makes its journey across twelve twelve-line sections, and there are nine “Hermit Songs” dedicated to Helen Vendler, a colleague of Heaney’s during his Harvard years. He is giving himself room, loosening up the concision that marks so much of his other work. The poems in this collection also seemed to me to have more than Heaney’s usual amount of non-English words and phrases dropped into the ordinary run of the lines, as if, as he neared the line between life and death, the borders among this world’s languages became more porous, his thoughts ran as naturally through one as through another and he wanted his readers to experience this unity as he did.

His eye for longer views by no means keeps him from appreciating, and sharing, more fleeting moments as in the poem that opens the collection:
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Apr 08 2023

Chernobyl by Serhii Plokhy

Thirty-six seconds. That’s how long the test that sealed Chernobyl’s fate lasted. The test itself was not unreasonable, and could only be performed as a reactor — one of four in operation at the power station in 1986 — was being shut down. It was designed to provide data to understand how the reactor and the systems surrounding it performed under certain unusual circumstances, data that were intended to make long-term operation safer and more reliable. Almost all of the decisions leading up to those thirty-six seconds were reasonable, and even the few that were questionable were well within the norms of Soviet industry, which rewarded getting things done regardless of circumstances, which often set unreasonable goals, and which generally operated among shortages and cutting corners. Each of those choices, some made as far back as when the reactors were designed, had the effect of narrowing the margin for error.

Chernobyl by Serhii Plokhy

Some uranium atoms naturally shed neutrons. Most of the time, the result of this process is unremarkable. Bring enough uranium close enough, though, and the neutrons will cause other uranium atoms to split and shed additional neutrons. If more neutrons are produced by splitting uranium than are absorbed by nearby materials, the process continues as a chain reaction that releases vast amounts of energy and produces a variety of other materials, some of them highly radioactive. Starting a nuclear chain reaction requires nothing more than the material and proximity. Controlling a chain reaction requires quite a bit more: some kind of medium to make sure that the reaction continues at a steady rate, neither stopping nor accelerating out of control, plus cooling to ensure that the heat is dispersed, and the systems necessary to guide and monitor all of these processes. Making use of a chain reaction requires a further layer: a means to convert the heat that fission releases into electricity. The heat converts water near the reaction into steam, which is then piped to spin a turbine, which spins and generates electricity. The steam then condenses back into liquid water. After sufficient cooling, it is piped back through the system, and the cycle continues.

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Apr 06 2023

Codex Black Vol 1: A Fire Among Clouds by Camilo Moncada Lozano

with colors by Angel/Michi DeSantiago.

This is a really fun graphic novel that I almost bounced off of in the first few pages because it’s so darn dark. And I don’t mean in mood: I mean that it’s so visually murky that my brain was refusing to engage with the images on the page. I’d had that problem before when my husband gave me a physical copy of Kill Six Billion Demons for Christmas: it looked way better on my PC than on the page. So I went to check out Codex Black’s origins on Tapas and was pretty surprised by the choice to drag down the beautiful clean lines and graphic pops of color of the original webcomic with the saturated blacks of the physical book’s first few pages.

Fortunately, the book soon switches back to the webcomic’s aesthetics, tho I have to concede that the digital art actually does look much more impressive via digital medium. But I, of all, people, cannot complain: physical comics are way easier for me to read in general. It’s just easy to tell when something was originally created for a different platform, as it doesn’t have quite the same flow as a story written for print.

But enough of my quibbling! You should read this book because it’s a really fun story that showcases an under-explored genre in English-speaking literature. In Codex Black, two unlikely young heroes with supernatural powers get together to unravel a personal mystery that promises to have consequences for the entirety of 15th century Mesoamerica.

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Apr 03 2023

The Keep Within by J. L. Worrad

Due to my absolutely bonkers (and entirely self-inflicted) work schedule over at CriminalElement.com, I feel like I’ve had to dial back a lot on my professional obligations w/r/t books over here, but you’d best believe that when the chance to join the book tour for J. L. Worrad’s latest book came up, I jumped on it! Pennyblade was one of my favorite books of last year (note to self: go nominate it for a Hugo once the Chengdu website starts working) and I was super ready to read more set in that universe.

So, the bad: Kyra isn’t in this book. As far as I can tell, no one from Pennyblade appears in The Keep Within (except for maybe the gross country priest?) but I am also notoriously bad with names and details.

But the good? Oh, there is so much good!

The world depicted in TKW is the same as Pennyblade’s, tho I couldn’t tell you how far from that era it may or may not be. My grasp of real world history also tends to be shaky, but TKW feels very Tudor, if not outright Elizabethan. One of our four viewpoint characters is Sir Harrance “Harry” Larksdale, one of the reigning King Ean’s many bastard siblings. Unlike his brothers, he’s never taken to the study of the blade, preferring instead the stage. As the proprietor of The Wreath, the foremost theater in Becken, he’s a known dandy who’s given free access to the royal seat of Becken Keep, where the king and his court reside.

In the keep, the king’s First-Queen, Carmotta Il’Lunadella, is scheming. She knows that the heavily pregnant Third-Queen Emmabelle is plotting against her, but isn’t quite sure how. Chafing at the bonds that constrain her due to her sex, Carmotta plans out her intrigues even as rumors of coup swirl throughout the court.

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Apr 02 2023

The October Man by Ben Aaronovitch

The October Man begins with what I have come to think of as a hallmark of Ben Aaronovitch‘s Rivers of London: a death that is in nearly equal measure grisly, fascinating and supernatural. This novella offers “a suspicious death with unusual biological characteristics.” (p. 4) The narrator’s local police liaison adds, a few pages later, “The paramedics declared it a biohazard.” (p. 8)

The October Man by Ben Aaronovitch

In contrast to the other books in the series that I have read, The October Man gives readers rivers but no London. The story is set in and around the German city of Trier, and the narrator is not Peter Grant but Tobias Winter. He is a member of a special unit within Germany’s Federal Criminal Police Office, the Bundeskriminalamt or BKA (pronounced in German like “bay-kah-ah”). He knows more magic than Grant, though his relations with the head of his department within the BKA are perfectly correct but not warm. She’s originally from eastern Germany, he’s from westernmost parts and from a police family too, whereas it’s implied that magical practitioners in East Germany skirted even what passed for law in the communist times. All of that, though, is background for future intrigues within the bureau for Complex and Diffuse Matters (Komplexe und diffuse Angelegenheiten, KDA) — the perfectly German bureaucratic name for Winter’s department.

His liaison in Trier is a young and ambitious police officer named Vanessa Sommer, her last name being the German word for summer. “It might have been a coincidence but someone, I knew, somewhere, was enjoying a laugh at my expense.” (p. 6) She is not only fiercely competent but also an expert in winemaking, and the sorts of crimes that go along with it. Trier is near the heart of the Mosel, one of Germany’s premier wine regions. The Mosel is also the river that flows past the city. Like London’s, Trier’s river also has an incarnation; unlike London’s, Trier’s presents as a wildly enthusiastic and precocious five-year-old girl. Sommer and Winter don’t meet her until later, but the chain of events leading to the meeting starts with the potentially biohazardous corpse: it’s discovered on a riverbank.

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Mar 29 2023

The Story Of The Saxophone by Lesa Cline-Ransome and James E Ransome

If you think of the saxophone nowadays, you think of jazz musicians, perhaps John Coltrane and Stan Getz if you’re of a certain musical inclination, perhaps Lisa Simpson and Kenny G if your knowledge of the instrument tends more towards mainstream pop culture like my own does. But the saxophone has a long and storied history that springs from across the Atlantic in Belgium and the life of perhaps the unluckiest man in the world.

Born in 1814, Adolphe Saxe was so unlucky that his nickname was “Ghost Child” because no one, not even his own mother, believed that he was long for this world. By the age of ten, he’d been in any number of scrapes that would have killed a far less resilient kid, including accidentally drinking poison no less than three times. But he was also smart, curious and often bored. His parents were instrument designers and makers who allowed him to tinker in the family shop. Adolphe soon learned how to play any number of musical instruments, both of his own and other’s devising.

But young Adolphe had in mind a particular sound. He wanted an instrument that could play as sweetly as a clarinet, as deeply as a trumpet and as delicately as a violin. When he finally unveiled his new invention, later to be dubbed the saxophone, a rival at the Belgian National Exhibition was so incensed that he kicked it across the floor, in only the first of many, many overreactions from heated opponents.

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