Jun 24 2021

Star Eater by Kerstin Hall

This book feels like a metaphor in search of a meaning. There’s a lot of gorgeous, elaborate, haunting imagery, but it’s ultimately not put in service to anything besides a ho-hum quest story. I almost wrote down “coming-of-age” there for quest but the protagonist is ostensibly twenty-two years old, even though she acts much younger.

Said protagonist is Elfreda Raughm, an Acolyte in the Sisterhood that rules Aytrium (which is undoubtedly the most weirdly banal name for a fantasy planet I’ve ever read. “Atrium to where?” I kept wondering.) The Sisterhood is almost as much fussy bureaucracy as it is an organization of the genetically exalted. The Sisters can manipulate an energy called Lace into doing various body-centered acts of telekinesis and telepathy. In order to do so, however, they have to consume the flesh of other Sisters, usually their own mothers kept in a stasis called Martyrdom (there’s something vague inserted here about keeping the bloodlines pure or something.)

El hates having to feed off slivers of her comatose Mom but she hates having to go through Renewal even more. In order to keep the bloodlines going, Sisters are required to mate, but any man who has sex with a Sister runs a high risk of turning into an immortal zombie-demon. So male criminals are telepathically coerced into having sex with specially purified Sisters — it’s as awful as it sounds — then when the illness that turns them into immortal zombie-demons takes hold, are thrown off the edge of the world into the Void. The flip side of this, ofc, is that Sisters basically can’t have heterosexual relationships, not without eventually unleashing a monster on the populace.

So that’s all pretty cool, but it’s turned to the service of a story that’s not only fairly basic, but also populated by a whole lot of cardboard characters. Worse, the details of, oh gosh, nearly everything are kept deliberately vague. There’s this sense of Motherhood killing the Sisters but there are not only a ton of older Sisters, there are also a bunch of Sisters busy raising their own daughters (their sons are taken away and killed, however.)

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Jun 23 2021

Ivan the Terrible by Robert Payne and Nikita Romanoff

Ivan IV, not yet known as the Terrible, ascended to the throne as Grand Prince of Muscovy at the tender age of three. His father, Vasily III, “was a mild-mannered prince, well-liked by the people. Unlike his more famous father, Ivan III, known to history as Ivan the Great, who conquered large territories and fought the Tatrs, Vasily III possessed none of the gifts of a conqueror. He had fought desultory wars against Lithuania, drawn Pskov, Smolensk, and Ryazan into his kingdom, and shown himself to be a cautious and sensible man who rarely permitted himself the luxury of showing his full strength.” (p. 1) Vasily died of a saddle sore, acquired on the first stage of a pilgrimage to pray for young Ivan’s recovery from a boil on his neck. The saddle sore grew, over some days of riding and hunting, into a huge abscess. Poultices and purgatives were of no avail, and the sickness became systemic. Vasily survived long enough to make a new will and be transported back to Moscow, but no more.

Ivan the Terrible by Robert Payne and Nikita Romanoff

Ivan grew up in a court of powerful nobles intent on using their guardianship of the Grand Prince to advance their families’ fortunes and who might not have been above shoving him off the throne to put forth their own claims. The succession and the will of Vasily III were clear, but surely — so the argument ran — Muscovy should not be left in the hands of a child. As Payne and Romanoff put it, “Ivan was now ten years old. From his childhood he had known nothing but coups and countercoups, intrigues, treachery, the great princes continually attempting to seize power by surprise attacks on the Kremlin, by murder or by stealth. Sensitive, widely read, with a knowledge of political affairs far in advance of his years, Ivan was well aware of the dangers of his high position. Many of the tragedies of his reign have their source in his childhood fears and childhood terrors.” (p. 43)

Tragedies there were aplenty, and even more terrors. Payne and Romanoff (who was a grand-nephew of Nicholas II) write that Ivan committed his first murder at age 13 by ordering his Regent, Prince Andrey Shuisky, arrested and given to the keepers of the hounds, who promptly clubbed him to death and threw the body outside the Kremlin. “[Ivan] would learn that murder was an effective weapon, wonderfully satisfying in its speed and finality. … Machiavelli had observed that when a man seizes power, it is incumbent on him to be cruel, for otherwise the people will not grant him their untrammelled respect. Ivan had learned his lesson. Henceforth he would be murderous whenever he pleased.” (p. 58)

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Jun 22 2021

What You Can See from Here by Mariana Leky

Hey, Doug, I’m reading a novel translated from the German! Ably translated into English by Tess Lewis, who’s done a really good job, in particular, of getting the song lyrics from the 1980s not quite right when the characters are explaining them to one another.

What You Can See From Here is an interesting sort of book, a bit of a slice-of-life village novel with swirls of magical realism, following the life of Luisa, a young girl doted upon by her unconventional family and friends as she grows up, through tragedy and heartbreak, to discover who she’s meant to be. It’s quite a sweet book for being riddled with death, as the story opens with Selma (whom we’ll learn incidentally is Luisa’s grandmother) having a dream of an okapi, which always heralds a death in their village. The villagers react in their own idiosyncratic ways, depending on how superstitious they ordinarily are. Still, the death when it comes is shocking, and resets the course of village life for decades to come.

Fast-forward twelve years and Luisa is twenty-two, trying to set a course for her own life and unexpectedly falling in love. There’s heartbreak and healing and a lot of wise, bittersweet words as she spends the next few years coming into her own. I found myself crying almost in spite of myself at the last death in this novel, and think that overall this was very well done.  My only complaint is that I don’t necessarily think the book does anything to back up the claim Luisa makes regarding Marlies near the end. A quibble tho, in the otherwise deft plotting.

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Jun 21 2021

Kyle’s Little Sister by BonHyung Jeong

Oh, man, I remember being middle school-aged and what an absolute mess my friends and I could be, falling out with each other over things that seemed insurmountable back then but are such trifles in retrospect, and preferring to jump to (usually depressing, dramatic) conclusions instead of actually communicating with one another. I do not miss those days at all, and have probably sublimated more than I recall, but oh how memories of that time came roaring back to me while reading this sharply observed graphic novel of a 12 year-old trying to get out from under her popular big brother’s shadow. Thank goodness I was at least the eldest, and didn’t have to suffer that indignity on top of all the rest of the drama!

Grace Bailey is two years younger than her older brother, handsome, athletic, popular Kyle. All her life, she feels like she’s been playing second fiddle to him. Even her parents have a mostly unconscious bias toward their gregarious, sunny older child. Grace is an introvert who mostly likes playing video games and hanging out with her two best friends, Jay and Amy. Amy is the little sister of Andrew, one of Kyle’s best friends, and is obsessed with KPop bands. Jay, the quietest member of their trio, loves board games. She’s also nurtured a huge crush on Kyle for years, and Amy is super enthusiastic about finally pushing the two of them together now that they’re all in middle school. Grace is significantly more lukewarm to the idea, mostly because she thinks her brother sucks and doesn’t deserve sweet, reserved Jay.

A sleepover of both Baileys’ friend groups at Amy and Andrew’s house ends in a huge fight between the girls. Things are spoken that can’t be unsaid. The girls stop spending time together, leaving Grace especially feeling lonely and bereft. But when Grace is adopted by a popular older classmate, Cam, she thinks things are starting to look up for her social prospects. She even winds up confiding in Cam how she and Amy fell out, leading Cam to engage in several questionable mean girl tactics against Amy. Grace is too relieved to have a new friend to say anything, even tho she knows that what Cam is doing isn’t right. But what will she do when she discovers Cam’s real motivations for befriending her?

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Jun 20 2021

North by Seamus Heaney

It’s funny that Dennis O’Driscoll begins his interview of Seamus Heaney about North by quoting a description of it as “a very oblique and intense book” because I found it not nearly as oblique as Wintering Out or Door Into the Dark. Heaney divided North into two parts, “a first section that has poems full of linguistic burr and clinker, and a second section full of more discursive, at times unbuttoned, things such as “Whatever You Say Say Nothing.” (Stepping Stones, p. 160).

North by Seamus Heaney

Heaney opens and closes the first part with poems about Antaeus, serving notice that there will be wrestling, and rootedness, and indeed wrestling with rootedness. The discussion with O’Driscoll notes that Heaney was writing North when he and his family had returned from California and moved from Northern Ireland to County Wicklow in the Republic. He had lifted himself from his native soil, the very material he’d announced in “Digging” that he would work with, and he must at times have wondered whether he would prove to be Hercules or Antaeus. He’d left the relative security of teaching and was making an attempt at freelancing. “I’d got myself to a point where there were no alibis. That much was clear the first morning I took the children down to the school in Ashford and the headmaster wrote “file“, i.e., poet, in the column of the rollbook where he had to enter ‘Occupation of Parent’. No more of your ‘lecturer’ or ‘teacher’.” (Stepping Stones, p. 156) There were advantages, too. “I have an especially happy memory of writing ‘Bog Queen’ because it was the first time in my life, believe it or not, that I’d spent a whole uninterrupted workday on a poem.” (Stepping Stones, p. 158)

In North, Heaney both lifts and digs, and lifts up what he has unearthed. The title refers not only to Ireland’s north, as might be expected, but to wider reaches of northern Europe. The title poem, for example:

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Jun 18 2021

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Oh, man, this is one of those books I just want to muppet flail over.

I greatly enjoyed Casey McQuiston’s debut romance, Red, White & Royal Blue but even in the closing paragraphs of my review for that novel, I was already wistfully looking ahead to this one. Which is thematically fitting, because this lightly sci-fi romance about time dilation gave me all the feels I was looking for with RW&RB. There were still a few things that a really stringent line editor should have caught (e.g. Van Gogh didn’t work in watercolors, the whole deal with the knife) but feelings-wise, this was so thoroughly and utterly believable that it made me want to believe these are real people in New York City living their best lives, I love them all so much!

So August Landry had a mom who raised her to be Veronica Mars, and since all the cool kids know what a shitty time Veronica had in high school, this was not a great thing. Suzette Landry was obsessed with finding her missing brother, to the point where August was treated less as a daughter than an investigative assistant. By the age of 18, August had had enough and took off for college. A lifetime of friendlessness is a hard thing to overcome, tho, and so she drifts from school to school till finally settling in New York City for what she hopes will be her last year before graduating.

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Jun 17 2021

The Chosen And The Beautiful by Nghi Vo

I’ve read F Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby twice, and each time I’ve been baffled by the acclaim*. Much like the critics of its time, I think the book is fine, but not much more than that. The trouble is that Gatsby is an idiot, Nick not much better, and Tom and Daisy are just awful. The only character I’ve ever cared about was Jordan Baker, which is honestly the main reason I agreed to read and review this magical, queer, Asian adaptation of it.

Tho that isn’t entirely accurate: I picked it up because I really dig Nghi Vo’s writing, and loved the idea of her spinning a fresh view of the classic story by centering the only character I found remotely bearable in it. In this adaptation, Jordan is the adopted Vietnamese daughter of the moneyed, blue-blooded Baker family. She moved away from the Middle West to live with her suffragette Aunt Justine in New York City, and spends most of her time on the town when not playing in golf tournaments. Through her old friend Daisy Buchanan, she meets Nick Carraway, whom she has to rescue from one of Jay Gatsby’s infamous parties. They get involved but everything ends poorly for everyone.

Plot-wise, the book is faithful to its source material, only adding in magic as a fillip that does more for Jordan’s story than anyone else’s. There are several interesting plot twists, mostly to do with the paper-cutting magic Jordan inherently knows, and lots of interesting notes on what it’s like to be Asian in a primarily white environment. That last is probably The Chosen And The Beautiful’s greatest strength, as Jordan navigates the casually racist high society of Jazz Age America. She’s both a part of and separate from it, both clinging to and repulsed by a world that’s all she’s ever known, tho she strongly suspects there’s much more outside it. This struggle to reconcile the dominant milieu with her sense of self is certainly far more compelling than Gatsby’s, in large part due to the fact that she’s not basing her entire life’s purpose on her idea of another person. As an Asian person who’s often found herself the minority participant in many situations, whether it be for reasons of race or class or wealth, I found Jordan’s wry observations to be extremely relatable.

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Jun 15 2021

The Hellion’s Waltz (Feminine Pursuits #3) by Olivia Waite

Sophie Roseingrave’s family lost nearly everything to a swindler who managed to steal not only their fortune but also cast a pall over their good name. Branding is everything when you’re in the business of making and selling fine musical instruments, and while no one can gainsay the quality of their pianos, no one wants to be associated with fraud either. Forced to abandon London and settle in the northern mill town of Carrisford, Sophie especially is on high alert for anything that could possibly endanger her family again.

So when she accidentally spies an exchange that seems to take advantage of the desperation of beautiful silk weaver Maddie Crewe, she thinks nothing of chasing down Maddie to alert her against being conned as well. Only Maddie has an unexpected response: she warns Sophie off, to the latter’s confusion. As Sophie slowly realizes that Maddie is the one running the con, she needs to decide how strongly her antipathy to this kind of thing can resist the lure of Maddie’s dancing eyes and, eventually, fiery kisses.

This was such a delightful confection of a historical romance as Sophie and Maddie not only fall in love but run a sting on an exploitative businessman, all while helping Sophie regain confidence in her own abilities as a musician. It had killer depictions of both the music and textile industries in the 19th century, and I loved that neither of our heroines were royalty, which is one of my biggest turn-offs for a romance novel. It all felt rather like a gentler Sarah Waters.

Tho, were I to be strictly accurate, it felt more like a Sarah Waters novella. There’s a lot of meat in this slender volume, but I do think it could have been expanded significantly, particularly in the relationship between the heroines. While I don’t mind how quickly the lust turned into love, I did feel that Sophie overcame her distrust of con artists much more easily than her background warranted. In general, there was a lot more telling than showing with things such as Mr Giles’ cruelty, Jenny’s tale and Maddie’s stepfamily. I definitely wanted more exploration of feelings, more depictions of action, gosh, even more sex scenes. There were two? Which is quite greedy of me, I know, but I really enjoyed these characters and their story, and think they were all given a bit shorter shrift than deserved.

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Jun 14 2021

Ten Low by Stark Holborn

Welcome to one of the last planets on the outskirts of the galaxy: the low-oxygen, mostly desert, way out of the way Factus. This dusty little outpost didn’t take a side in the war between the Accord and the Free Limits, not that either power had much use for the waterless wasteland anyway. With the FL defeated, the Accord has half-heartedly taken to administering Factus, but their forces are spread thin and lawlessness is the norm. So it’s the perfect place for an ex-army medic named Ten Low to travel the barrens, trying to atone for her sins during the war by saving lives now, no questions asked.

When Ten witnesses a fiery crash in the desert, she’s the first person on-scene. There’s only one survivor, a young girl Ten knows she has to get out of the wreckage before the Seekers, a cult feared for their allegiance to the strange beings that live in the wilds of Factus, come and find them. But Seekers aren’t the deadliest threat to Ten or to the girl, who turns out to be the fearsome, decorated General Gabriella Ortiz of the Accord, a child-soldier specifically engineered for warfare. Once the General regains consciousness, she demands Ten bring her to the closest Accord base. But treachery soon has the duo on the run from military hit squads, bandits and worse, as Ten’s purpose narrows to this one thing: getting the General to safety no matter what the cost.

Ten Low has been compared to Dune, but I think a much more accurate comparison is to Mad Max, with a strong dash of Firefly. Ten fights the voices in her head, desperately determined to do the right thing in a post-war setting reminiscent of George Miller’s desert Australia as his series progresses. The insertion of a cool quantum physical aspect to the spirits that haunt Factus adds an even headier scientific aspect to what’s essentially a road trip Western undertaken by two people who don’t much like one another. The General isn’t afraid to use her seeming childlike innocence to her advantage, and Ten’s dislike of the high-handed military commander is tempered by her meditations on what it means and what it must have cost to be molded into that form. The conversations between the two on military service are one of the highlights of this book: both went into it with the highest of ideals but now have vastly differing viewpoints.

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Jun 11 2021

Vulnerable AF by Tarriona Ball

So you know how operas are transcendent experiences, with the music and the singing and the acting (well, sometimes the acting) coming together to create a wondrous whole that you can’t stop thinking about or humming for days? But then you get it into your head to look up the lyrics you’ve been singing and you’re like “oh no, what is this?” Because the big aria is basically the singer repeating “I am dying! I am dying!” while the hero goes “You are dying! Oh no, you are dying!” and it all suddenly seems so banal in comparison with all the majesty and romance of the production, such so that you’re resolved never to read a libretto again? Well, it can be like that with slam poetry too.

Tarriona Ball is a brilliant performer, whether on her own or with her band Tank And The Bangas. Slam poetry, her forte, is as much about repetition and elocution and performance as opera is, gaining much needed emotional nuance from the choices of the performer as from the words themselves. You can compare the basis for the excellent song Boxes And Squares (the first track in the video I linked to above) with the poem For the Body, for the Heart included in this collection. The poem provides the (ironically prosaic) bones that the brilliant track hangs from, like a hanger that shows off a gorgeous dress. Doesn’t matter whether the hanger is padded or velvet tho, it’s still just a hanger, and nothing compared to what it supports.

And that’s the trouble with this collection, at least in it’s written version: it’s just scaffolding. It’s there. It’s fine. The poems Be Bee and Adam show potential for being silently readable, and the pieces of short prose are engaging, but everything else reads as if it needs more, whether expansion into longer essays or Ms Ball’s inimitable voice to give the words life. Please don’t tell me that all poetry needs to be read aloud to be properly appreciated: I can love words on the page without hearing them said in my ear. But I do think that, if given the chance, you should experience this collection in audiobook form. Ms Ball narrates that, which I’m sure does far more for this poetry than my simple interpretation — guided entirely by what’s on the page, because I am here to read and receive, not to inject my own overtones or fillips — could possibly do.

One advantage the printed book has over the audiobook tho is Shonte Young Williams’ lovely artwork, drawn and colored in neo-pop fashion to perfectly illustrate the contents of this slim volume. Tho for all I know, the art comes in the audiobook jacket as well: I have very little experience with audiobooks and even less interest in expanding same. What I do know is that this book is more of a showcase for Ms Young Williams’ works than for Ms Ball’s words, which is a shame, as both are emerging Black artists who deserve widespread recognition for their talent. As with most singers and performers, tho, I’d much rather watch Ms Ball perform than read her lyrics or poems. This book is great for fans, but I’d strongly recommend becoming one by watching her performances first.

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