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| Zhu felt a stab of uncharacteristic pity. Not-wanting is a desire too; it yields suffering just as much as wanting. This book is billed as Mulan meets Zhu felt a stab of uncharacteristic pity. Not-wanting is a desire too; it yields suffering just as much as wanting. This book is billed as Mulan meets The Song of Achilles, which is a pretty accurate description: a sprawling epic set in historical China, set over the span of years. I started off extremely riveted and set to give the book 5 stars when it was a bildungsroman, following the young girl Zhu as she grows up in starvation as the rest of her family dies, and then takes over her dead brother's identity, weaselling her way into a monastery and training to become a monk. This was my favourite part of the narrative: her carving out a home and her first friendship, protecting her secret, and undergoing strict training. It kicks off a lifetime of Zhu seizing her fate & destiny & ambition, no matter what she has to do to survive. Which is actually one of my favourite themes: relatable protagonists sacrificing their morals, having to be cutthroat, and grinding others underfoot. There's a kind of ambitious brutality which actually reminded me a lot of Iron Widow, which is a futuristic sci fi retelling of the empress Wu Zetian; whereas here, She Who Became the Sun is a retelling of the Hongwu Emperor with a few magical/fantastical twists and a lot of genderqueer influences. Because at the same time, Zhu's fate also entwines with that an enemy general, Ouyang, a eunuch whose entire family was punished by execution, whereas he was mutilated and raised as a slave / captive / foster brother within the very family who slaughtered his own family line. I love the way both main characters examine gender, the way they both straddle the lines of male & female, not fitting neatly into either category, and being overlooked and underestimated as a result of it. I love Zhu's striving to overcome her sex, and her sympathy towards other women caught in their circumstances; and also how, by the end, she's depicted as nonbinary and somewhere on the asexual spectrum, even as she winds up in a loving f/nb relationship. I'm deeply fascinated by Ouyang's self-loathing and misogyny, too, plus Ouyang and Esen's fraternal relationship, their deeply entwined homoromantic friendship, Ouyang's longing for his best friend — but also his envy about Esen's favoured son role, his anger that Esen can't fully understand him, and how he mourns how naive and idealistic Esen can be, and how he has to eventually shatter Esen's notions. It's complicated! This relationship (and where it goes) was the beating heart of the novel to me, and at times I actually found myself far more invested in Ouyang's story and his dark and bitter path compared to Zhu's. But there's also some great stuff in the relationships in the other half of the novel: particularly Zhu and Xu Da, her surrogate older brother from the monastery, a rare depiction of a platonic best friendship with no romance between them whatsoever. After devouring like half of the novel, though, I thought it slowed down a lot as Zhu starts her rise as a military commander, which is what dropped my initial 5 stars impression. Part of it might be that I was sick and and couldn't focus much on reading, but I found myself losing interest in the Military Scheming™ portion as it started feeling like a pretty repetitive back-and-forth of tactical engagements, which I found less absorbing compared to smaller and more driven and intimate monastery arc. And then the ending is extremely rushed; it seemed like Parker-Chan didn't really know how to close the book, so she just stomped on the accelerator and glossed over huge developments and wrapped things up in a chapter. Apparently this is a duology, though, so I'm guessing things will hopefully be tidier in the next one. Still, though, I enjoyed this. Really fresh and diverse historical fantasy, with grandiose characters colliding, all circling around ideas of gender plus desire and wanting and ambition. Ultimately wound up being 3.5 stars for me, rounded up. ...more |
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Only 234 pages and yet it took me almost two weeks to read this rambling little book, but I still really liked it by the end. For a long time, I was p
Only 234 pages and yet it took me almost two weeks to read this rambling little book, but I still really liked it by the end. For a long time, I was pretty iffy on it -- but then an emotional feelswhammy hit me towards the end and had me tearing up and wiping away a tear on the subway while reading; and then through describing the book to a friend, I found myself appreciating it further. Wise Children is about identical twins Dora and Nora Chance, illegitimate daughters of a famous Shakespearean actor named Melchior Hazard; as they grow up through the 1920s and all the decades onwards into old age, and then reflect on their long life. It's a sprawling generational tale, covering all the multiple wives and scandalous divorces and affairs and bastard children and acting, always acting, that haunts the lives of the Hazards and the Chances. Having been spurned and disavowed by their father, his twin brother Peregrine winds up claiming them as his own, and that lets Dora and Nora get a foot in the door, have some contact with the family that rejected them, and lets them peer in from the outside. And if you haven't guessed yet, twins run rampant throughout this story, as does mistaken identities and coincidences and well-timed reveals; it's all very Shakespearean and farcical. There's some moments that are larger-than-life and almost magic realism-esque, too. There's no plot to speak of: it's just tracing their lineage, as Dora takes it upon herself to chronicle the family history, so you have to be alright with a sleepy, rambling pace. It takes a long time to get there, and it's slow, but by the end you do have such an intimate insight into all the skeletons in these closets, that the final culminating party where it all comes to light is exhilarating payoff; I'd grown so fond of the players on this stage by then. The biggest feelings here are about found family, and crafting your own unusual kind of family, and the wistful longing laced throughout the entirety of this clan. The sheer love between the sisters, too, that mean they're always more important to each other than whatever romantic fling they're currently entertaining. I did, however, have to create a warning shelf for this book's consensual incest! The first instance of it was alright imo, because it was firmly disapproved of and caused some rifts within the family, but the second one bothered me extremely — it's such a small one-off, though, that I think one can get past it. There's a dramatis personae in the back of the book, which you might think would be useful for keeping track of this huge cast of characters, but I actually actively discourage looking at it until you finish the book, as it has some spoilers. ...more |
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Volume 3 isn't actually out yet, but I bought each issue individually because my Umbrella Academy obsession is still... never-ending... and so I started reading them at around 1am this morning, and didn't stop until I finished. Each issue is just so short, not even 30 pages each, so it's easy to tear right through them even as you're left with a really scattered plot, all of the siblings going in disjointed directions: there's Vanya in physical therapy; Allison picking through the dregs of her marriage and teaming up with Five; Luther and Diego off on an interdimensional quest of their own; Klaus running seances for hire; and then even a plot thread following the villains. The Hotel Oblivion itself is actually my favourite concept here: it's a nightmarish pocket dimension, an eerie hotel at the end of the universe (where you can check out but you can never leave), where Sir Reginald Hargreeves stashed all of the villains that the Academy took down. They're trapped, and hankering for an escape. 3.5 stars. I still think the TV show improved on the source material and delved deeper into each of the characters -- this volume gets to dip briefly into some feelings, like the relationship between the sisters Vanya and Allison, or the unexpected synchronicity between Vanya and Grace, or the unexpected sympathetic arc for the Murder Magician(!)... but there isn't enough depth here because the issues/volumes just aren't long enough to get into it, alas. It's still a zany fun series though, and I'm definitely along for the ride. There's also a cliffhangery tantalising beat riiiight at the very end that makes me desperate for more!! ...more |
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An improvement on the first volume, I think, now that the gang’s all together and the creators have already done the work of introducing everyone and setting the stage. Now it gets to dig into Five’s backstory (/future…), along with some fun timey wimey shenanigans whisking several of the Hargreeves family into the past to prevent or cause the Kennedy assassination. Netflix’s S1 is like a combination of volumes one and two, so it’s pretty safe to read these two books after seeing the show; I don’t think it’s really spoiling much beyond what the TV show has now covered. I’ve preordered the third volume (coming out in August!) mostly because I love the show so so much; this remains a different take on it that I don’t like quite as much, but I do still enjoy. ...more |
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I got into this because of the Netflix TV series, and found that the comics are simultaneously darker, bleaker, and unhappier; but also zanier and mor
I got into this because of the Netflix TV series, and found that the comics are simultaneously darker, bleaker, and unhappier; but also zanier and more bonkers, featuring killer robots and supervillains and e.g. an origin story for Vanya’s Stradivarius violin involving an undead Antonio Stradivari. (SERIOUSLY. I died.) The Umbrella Academy is about a dysfunctional superpowered family, raised by an emotionally abusive father who honed them like weapons, or tools in a toolbox, rather than children. Hyper-violence and cynicism abounds. One of the things I liked best was the text rundowns of each Academy member seen from different angles (Sir Reginald’s notes, or Vanya’s notes, or a supervillain’s), although you unfortunately don’t get a really good sense of them within the actual comic itself. This is my main problem with the comic tbh: the pacing is so rushed since it’s only six issues. The TV show, in comparison, gets to stretch its legs and take its time, sink its teeth into character motivations and flesh them out and devote more time to all their complicated tangled relationships. So the TV show is actually better, imo, but I’m glad that this existed as a springboard for it and that it provides a different, more cartoony lens for the story. ...more |
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2017 Hugo nominee for Best Novel, and oh my god, what am I going to say about this book. I think it's getting my second-place vote -- first-place honours going to A Closed and Common Orbit because it's a tightly-constructed, intimate examination of themes that made me cry, but Too Like the Lightning is just so goddamn ambitious and original that I have to give it props. I kept mentally comparing it to Ninefox Gambit (possibly appropriate, considering Palmer & Lee know each other and she mentions him in the acknowledgments), except that Palmer knows how to present a world far, far better. You're thrown in the deep end here, but I could swim: slowly unearthing more about her world of the 25th century, and I was constantly riveted to find out more about how it worked. It was just familiar enough, and there's a point to all this nutty worldbuilding. It's a massive sociological, psychological, utopian experiment. It's a portrait of a futuristic society that reflects back on our own treatment of politics, gender, sexuality, and even convict rehabilitation. The plot, in the simplest terms: An ex-convict investigates a newspaper break-in that may threaten his protection of a young boy raised in secret who has the miraculous ability to bring imaginary things to life. The world is set against the familiar framework of cyberpunk corporatocracies, e.g. Mitsubishi now being something like a nation in its own right. And the world has also become multicultural and globalist, as revolutionary changes in transit speed have broken down the divisions between nations: you can lunch in Chile before having a meeting in Paris, then sleeping in your apartment in Tokyo. But it is so much more than that. It's a world that has tried to censor everything problematic and yet isn't quite dystopian, that contains several different societies (Hives) striving to find the best way to run a world. Society has become de-gendered and gender neutral in an attempt to eliminate prejudice. After crippling Church Wars, even any discussion of theology has been outlawed except in carefully-supervised one-on-one environments. Which may make these hot-button issues seem neutered and toothless and safe, but as the book goes on, you of course realise there's a secret illicit underbelly to all of this, and there's always ways to circumvent the rules. The book is slow-going, more anchored in philosophical meanderings than fast-paced plot, which might make it a tough read along with its purposefully antiquated writing style that evokes the 18th century, in order to engage with the Enlightenment and the philosophers that the narrator constantly namedrops and discusses (another source of confusion if you're unfamiliar with them, but I managed to stay afloat). Non-spoilery detailed thoughts below the cut and separated by subject, but there is just So Much to talk about that this review turned into an incoherent essay: === (view spoiler)[CONSTRUCTED FAMILIES/SOCIETIES: I am obsessed with this idea. As with the above wrt global barriers being broken down, partway through the novel explains the history of how this happened, and the manifesto when the first non-geographical nations arose: Join us if you like, or remain loyal to those geographic nations which still merit loyalty, but either way acknowledge us, and in acknowledging us acknowledge the right of all human beings to choose a different nation if the nations of their birth betray their trust. This has been on my mind lately, considering how divisive the USA is, and how the liberal coasts vs. conservative interior seem like two entirely different countries. My country is too big to please all of its citizens, and by sheer accident of geographical birth, people may be stuck in a society whose belief systems don't reflect their own. But what if it was easy to join another society who mirrored your values more? What if you didn't even have to move to do it? (For my own reference, this is an in-depth guide to each Hive.) This concept is even extended to families, with a 'normal' birth family replaced with a bash', which consists of the found family you've chosen for yourself, of collaborative families joining together to raise their kids, of college students going out and forming their own based on the close friends they pick up throughout their lives. It's a natural extension of what we're already seeing today: you're no longer limited to whoever is within your hometown. With the rise of the internet, with the way I select and choose my own friends circle despite the fact that they're scattered around the world, this just appeals to me a lot. Multiculturalism and globalism, a blurring of languages as well. It's the ultimate self-determinism, the absolute control over your own identity and who your people are. And I love love love it, and wish we could have this. There are other aspects of the Terra Ignota world that are problematic as fuck, but I would say not this part of it. NARRATOR: Mycroft Canner is a fascinating, canny (ha) and unreliable narrator. You have to like his affected, first-person narration in order to get through this book (and thankfully, I liked it, maybe in part to being familiar with 18th-19th style writing even if I'm not well-versed in the philosophy). His is a constructed narrative as well, constantly breaking the fourth wall and arguing with a separate reader, or drawing attention to the spots where he's had to embellish; sometimes he trades off narration duties to another character, and he's always reluctant to do so, picking over the other character's narration style. There are other little asides throughout which reveal the fact that someone else has been over his tale and added their own interjections, this being one of the most intriguing: (I have translated the Latin, but since I'm doing so in secret from both Martin and Mycroft, you'll have to bear with my mediocre skills.—9A) All of which is to say, the narrative voice and techniques here are fascinating. And never forget that Mycroft is unreliable, and that he is probably withholding things from you. He doesn't even represent other characters accurately: gendered pronouns have been eliminated from the language of this world, but he chooses to gender people anyway... and often misgenders them arbitrarily, based on personality traits that he interprets himself to be masculine or feminine (and is that not a form of sexist stereotypes itself?). ON LANGUAGE & THE TITLE: Curious about what Terra Ignota meant, I looked it up and found lingua ignota ('unknown language'): Grammatically it appears to be a partial relexification of Latin, that is, a language formed by substituting new vocabulary into an existing grammar. This is just so on-point and perfect for this series, which has a constructed society, and characters who hew to a Divine obedience (despite theology being outlawed), a resurgance of Latin... And with the way that Ada Palmer's book remixes elements like Greenpeace and Mitsubishi and the Olympics into new forms, a 'new vocabulary into an existing grammar' is just the most appropriate description for this work. Language is just really important in this book (I love the differing punctuation styles that indicate which language the polyglot Mycroft is speaking). Apparently there's something notable about the physical print design, too, so I'll have to check this book out in a store to see what's up (I read the ebook). THE MYSTERY/PLOT: And oh, hey, there's a plot too! But it's definitely not the most important thing about this book. The very existence of Bridger, the reality-bending child, even seems fairly insignificant towards the plot as a whole, the pieces only starting to line up by the very end. It looks like it's going to be a quadrilogy, so it makes sense that Palmer is setting all the pieces up now, for them to presumably explode later. I did get a little annoyed by how the plot seemed to become unnecessarily sex-fixated close to the end, revealing that Everyone Is Banging Everyone. Which is maybe the point -- that this society's prudishness masks such depravity, and politics is hopelessly muddled with sex -- but idk it felt like A Lot to suddenly spring on the reader so very close to the end, and fairly jarring, and lessened certain characters in my esteem. (Which I'm fairly sure was purposeful anyway, since there are other moments where you wind up rooting for some truly terrible characters, because they're the lesser of two evils.) I was definitely sucked into the investigation and wanted all sorts of answers to a ton of things, but those answers are not forthcoming in this volume. A very important fact that I wish I'd known going in, but this is explicitly structured as THE FIRST HALF OF MYCROFT'S STORY, which means it ends with a cliffhanger and hardly any of the mysteries are wrapped up. I've immediately put Seven Surrenders on hold at my local library, but still, that sense of incompletion/unfinishedness is the main reason this book isn't getting my Hugo vote. With later books Terra Ignota might eventually become one of the most wild masterpieces of a series (depending on if Palmer can back it up with a strong plot as well, rather than just philosophical/sociological worldbuilding and musings), but for now, I've docked that star. (hide spoiler)] === I literally don't know how to sum this up. It's about everything. Case in point, here are my GR shelves: cyberpunk, dysfunctional-families, futuristic, i-truly-hate-cliffhangers, lgbtqa, on-language, politics, religion-and-religious-identity, terrible-people, thrillers-crime-mysteries, unreliable-narrators, your-mileage-may-vary (esp. seeing how many people shelved this under abandoned/dnf) It's crazy ambitious and a bit of a mess but I really, really like it because of how hard it tried. A quote from Palmer's impassioned, earnest acknowledgments at the end: 'I wanted [to be an author] to add my voice to the Great Conversation, to reply to Diderot, Voltaire, Osamu Tezuka, and Alfred Bester, so people would read my books and think new things, and make new things from those thoughts, my little contribution to the path which flows from Gilgamesh and Homer to the stars.' It succeeded in that, at least. I genuinely disliked philosophy when I studied it in college (these fusty, dried-up old white men just vomiting their words into the ether!), but this is a more direct, dynamic engagement of those subjects, and made me actually care about philosophy and has given me so damned much to think about. So kudos, Ada. You did good. ...more |
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Finally filling in this classic! 3.5 stars, since I'm stuck between the two ratings and couldn't really decide. Again, it's interesting going back so
Finally filling in this classic! 3.5 stars, since I'm stuck between the two ratings and couldn't really decide. Again, it's interesting going back so far in an author's bibliography, especially hot off the heels of something like Under the Dome. There's actually some surprising commonalities between the two books: the reader being glued to an inevitable trainwreck, tension and anxiety slowly ratcheting up until an explosive climax; girls and the cruelty of children and bullying; some overlaps between Carrie and Julia. I wonder why King gravitates back to these subjects, but I'm not complaining: bullying is an ever-important and universal topic, and always worth visiting. Carrie occupies such a strange, interesting position in this novel: eponymous protagonist yet also villain, pitiful yet powerful. Your sympathies lie with her; I wasn't perhaps rooting for the consequences to be quite so dire as they were, but you do feel the exultant vindication as she gets her revenge on everyone who's wronged her, and finally finds a way of seizing power and agency over her own helpless life. Simultaneously, I felt for the ones who were guilty by association, who went along with the crowd, who weren't ringleaders but were complicit nonetheless. My heart breaks for Tommy and Sue. Again, too, the narrative is anchored by those feelings of If only, especially through the administrators and adults who wrestled with their guilt afterwards. If only they'd noticed earlier. If only they'd done something to help Carrie earlier. I feel like it's the same sort of guilt that plagues people around school suicides and shootings. And in this novel, the dramatic shadowing is in full force as usual. This book is such a stunningly on-point portrayal of adolescent female life, and compassionate to the suffering of the underdog. And the real horror isn't what Carrie does (though it is very, very well-written), the real horror is the bullying itself and her upbringing at the hands of her religious maniac of a mother: it's banal and true and does happen in real life, and Carrie undergoes torment by monsters (because children and teenagers, let alone her deranged mother, can be monsters) before she becomes one herself. My stomach seized reading simple scenes like her being asked to the prom in all innocence, and that's King's talent at work. My main reason for docking 2.5 stars is because it was his first-published book, and it shows. There are certain stylistic turns that he over-used like crazy in this novel: specifically, the (parenthetical) interjections interrupting sentences. By the time he wrote Under the Dome 35 years later, despite the fact that it's a much much much longer book, he used that technique much more sparingly and only when it really, truly mattered. It adds a nice disjointed choppy effect when done right, and does mirror people's distressed mental states in Carrie, but it's better used with more restraint. I know some people didn't like the epistolary interludes, and how they chopped up the pace of the book -- but I thought it lent itself well towards, again, the dramatic foreshadowing and doom-and-gloom awareness and irony. Plus, I just love fake academic texts in genre fiction so so so much. Anyway. I really liked the book, though it was, on another level, really painful and heart-hurting to read, because Carrie is such a sympathetic, pitiable character, and I to some extent felt sick to my stomach reading the inevitability of everything that was going to happen to her. Again: if only. The difference of a single prom vote would have literally changed everything. (A little bit of shelf clarification because I've confused myself with my overlap... I've decided that for the purposes of my GR shelves, all epistolary is cross-media, but not all cross-media is epistolary. "Cross-media" means it includes things like newspaper clippings, doodles, handwritten stuff, text messages, etc -- a story told through other mediums. "Epistolary" means the entire story is told through letters or similar, a la Dracula.) EDITED TO ADD: I forgot to mention this when I first wrote this review, but Carrie's first documented telekinetic activity was a rain of stones on her house -- which is, in fact, the very same thing that happened to Eleanor in The Haunting of Hill House when she was twelve years old. I wonder if that's a little Easter egg, and King tying together the psychic phenomena of both books and their mousy protagonists. :') ...more |
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HMM. The first couple pages had me going "oh no" because it's a big ole exposition-dump about our main character's backstory & her world -- my least f
HMM. The first couple pages had me going "oh no" because it's a big ole exposition-dump about our main character's backstory & her world -- my least favourite form of introduction to a book!!! -- but then Jemisin won me over with her frame narrative, the chronological shifts, the first person & dramatic irony/foreshadowing. The little interjections and scattershot nature of the story is what drew me to it most, because if it had just been a straightforward plod, it would have felt a lot less 'fresh' than it did. The voice was pretty much my favourite thing. That said, I think I got overhyped for this? I'd skimmed an interview talking about Jemisin as "the fantasy writer upending the 'racist and sexist status quo'", which set my personal bar too high -- I am very glad that the main character of this is a small plain woman of colour, and I loved the mother/daughter feelings, and the fiercely matriarchal society of Darre, but there just wasn't enough and the story is more familiar than the hype makes it out to be. Like. The concept of dead and dying gods is familiar, as evidenced by the fact that I have an entire shelf dedicated to the theme. The "unlikely heir brought to court and needing to survive" trope is pretty conventional, as seen in anything from The Princess Diaries to The Goblin Emperor -- this one mostly stands out in just how awful the original ruling class is, but honestly, I strongly preferred the worldbuilding and political intrigue of TGE. And I think that's the crux of my issue: I expected a bigger story, about a hundred thousand kingdoms and the struggles of ruling them, about political back-stabbing and politicking, but this novel moreso focuses on dysfunctional family drama and what happens when rivalries and jealousies occur in gods who have the power to literally reshape the world. Despite being designated the heir and handed territories, Yeine does barely any ruling or politicking or scheming, instead just chatting to the gods and them slowly, agonisingly slowly, giving her the information she wants. Yet even with that small/intimate focus, I wish the characterisations had been deeper! I was interested in Yeine's cutthroat royal cousins, and wanted to know more and see more rather than the cardboard cut-outs they were, considering Scimina & Relad were initially cast as the #1 rivals gunning for her death. You'd think Nahadoth would be the most fleshed-out besides Yeine, too, but considering his threefold self(!), I really just couldn't get a handle on him, nor Yeine's attraction to him beyond base physical lust. Also their sex scenes were so ridiculous that I absolutely could not deal. And once you find out what the real situation is, it smacks too much of things that are ~destined~, and things being the way they are because they have to be. I would've liked to see Yeine work harder to earn her position and victory, rather than being born with it. There were intriguing thoughts buzzing around here about slavery, mythological balance, life/death, racism, and conquerors imposing their beliefs on other civilisations, but again, it just didn't go far enough. I feel like there were interesting ingredients in the pot, but there ended up being too much focus on Yeine's lady-boner for Nahadoth, which I just never, ever got behind or felt attached to the ship at all. (Because who is he??? If someone can tell me what Nahadoth's personality traits are beyond "menacing" and "bitter" and "sexually irresistible", I will give them a cookie.) The fictional relationships I get most invested in are the ones with real banter & real conversations & an intellectual bond, rather than this "HE'S JUST SO UNBELIEVABLY BEAUTIFUL THE UNIVERSE MAY CRUMBLE FROM HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS" insta-attraction. At least it wasn't insta-love, but. Still. This review sounds a lot more scathing than I feel, I think; I genuinely enjoyed reading the book, and Jemisin's actual prose is great! I liked it, even though I wanted to love it. And considering this is her debut, I'm actually quite confident that she probably gets better in subsequent books; there's promise here, that I just happen to have seen delivered better in other books. (Eg. Robert Jackson Bennett's Divine Cities series re: omnipotence, the relationships between gods, gods changing based on their followers' expectations, and strong WOC protagonists that aren't out-and-out warriors -- and maybe Max Gladstone's Craft sequence in terms of enslaved, overthrown gods, and much more solid worldbuilding.) B U T that doesn't invalidate the fact that this does have promise, and I think the plot of the second book sounds more up my alley, so I'll definitely read the rest of the trilogy at some point. /tl;dr review Favourite quotes, non-spoilery: "I especially like your face. You don't show much emotion--is that a Darre thing, or your mother's training?--but when you do, all the world can read it."...more |
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I want to embark on an chronological Discworld in memoriam reread, but for now I started by revisiting The Fifth Elephant for Reasons. Gosh, I love th
I want to embark on an chronological Discworld in memoriam reread, but for now I started by revisiting The Fifth Elephant for Reasons. Gosh, I love this book: diplomacy and spycraft set in an old Germanic continent, in which the Gothic runs rife, the forests are deep and dark and dangerous, and there are supernatural beasties around every corner. (The races to get home before sunset being a fun Uberwaldean hobby is just the cutest.) What struck me the most about rereading this book is that while it delivers a super fun and enjoyable plot with memorable characters, a really vivid setting, and a perfect lampooning of Gothic/horror stereotypes, Terry Pratchett's values are also interwoven throughout. The story involves sexism and feminism and SMASHING THE PATRIARCHY, open-mindedness and acceptance, mixed-race and adoptive and expatriate cultural issues, slow social change and moving with the times, the advancement of technology and its effects, the dangers of conservatism & racism, definite overtones of Nazism and their quest for racial purity -- meanwhile featuring good, solid people with good values who fight for each other and who stand up for what's right, even down to the very small stories, like being a Good Dog. I love the big political backdrop as much as I love the relationship struggles between Carrot and Angua, the hints of Vetinari and Margolotta (I SHIP IT LIKE BURNING), Vimes and Sybil and their adorable domesticity and his growth, all set against a locked-room mystery. Everyone is moving with the times, dragged kicking and screaming into the century of the fruitbat, from teetotaller vampires to rebellious Igors with Modern Scientific Ideas, to dwarf feminists, to the clacks towers blazing a trail across the continent and shrinking the world. This book is about setting aside old and dangerous conservatism while still staying true to your cultural roots and traditions -- to the thing, and the whole of the thing. Plus, Uberwald is one of my favourite settings anywhere, and I'm super into werewolves so the fact that they're the main villains of the piece delights me. I'm so into the von Uberwalds, you guys, they are so freakin' great. I think this book is one of my favourites of the series. ...more |
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Objectively, it's probably more of a 4-star book, but after my disappointment with The Three-Body Problem, I am just so so glad to have a Hugo book th
Objectively, it's probably more of a 4-star book, but after my disappointment with The Three-Body Problem, I am just so so glad to have a Hugo book that I loved so much! The Goblin Emperor is a fantasy about a half-elven, half-goblin teenager, last and least-favoured exile son of the stern and severe emperor, who unexpectedly inherits the empire when the rest of his family perishes. As a result of his unconventional upbringing outside of the scheming & manipulation of court, the new emperor is able to bring change and progression to a stagnant, old-fashioned empire; stirring things up politically; pushing back against forces of snobby aristocracy and classism, sexism, racism, and homophobia. Maia is a really likeable protagonist: a grumpy teenager thrust into an insanely difficult situation but doing his best, making mistakes along the way, muddling his way through under the guidance of his advisors, committing faux pas' and political missteps, but ultimately trying to nudge the empire into something better, something out of the shadow of his stern conservative father. It's also a great depiction of abuse, the aftershocks and repercussions and lingering effects of it: the way Maia's self-esteem has suffered, the way he's internalised his guardian's words into a self-berating, self-loathing internal voice; yet the book also doesn't paint his abuser as an entirely black-or-white evil creature (Maia's understanding of his guardian's flaws was one of the most poignant scenes, IMO). There are other shades of grey in play, too: Maia's growing awareness that others did genuinely love his father very much although he didn't; that the man had friends; that part of the reason his father was so cruel because he'd been pressured into an imperial marriage he didn't want, and he was still grieving the loss of the actual love of his life. The book is slowly-paced, with not a lot of action, mainly political maneuvering and the struggle in trying to run a complex empire -- but tbh that's exactly the sort of thing I love, because e.g. I know people were bored with ASOIAF!Daenerys struggling to maintain an economy, whereas I got a kick out of it and never tired of it. The Goblin Emperor focuses more on slow character growth and setting Maia's affairs in order, growing into the role he's been forced into. It's like the computer game Long Live the Queen, complete with just how freaking difficult it is to successfully run an empire and stay alive -- and can I just say, I also really appreciated the non-human fantasy setting. Addison's worldbuilding for the elvish and goblin empires were immensely rich and detailed, with language and terminology and nuances that she flings at you while trusting you to understand, which put me in mind of Sherwood Smith's Inda and it's my favourite method of exposition (i.e. sink-or-swim!). The development of the treatment of women was pretty much my favourite thing to watch throughout the book, and I loved so many of the characters (and selfishly wish we'd had even more focus on them tbh). Csevet! Csethiro! Vedero! The Great Avar! Maia's bodyguards! Arbelan! In short, highly recommended, for really in-depth worldbuilding and character development and seeing how a conservative government might be dragged into a new age. It's just an inherently warm, positive book. Maia is also just the best. I would gladly welcome a sequel with his continuing adventures, even though I know it would probably be pretty redundant and won't happen. I'm also categorising this as a mixed-race & "non-white main character" book because, though these are fictional races, the prejudice Maia experiences due to his darker skin colour and mixed-race heritage can be applied to the real world as well, and his racial/cultural identity struggles struck a chord with me. It's getting my 2015 Hugo vote for best novel. ...more |
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A revolting narrator who grows on you and grows on you like a persistent weed (gosh, I loved Libby by the end, loved loved loved her, a frustrating ch
A revolting narrator who grows on you and grows on you like a persistent weed (gosh, I loved Libby by the end, loved loved loved her, a frustrating character that you end up rooting for). Her depression and apathy is something that struck an uncomfortable chord with me, except obviously x 189719287127182 in her case. I have rarely encountered such vile characters ((view spoiler)[Diondra and Trey jesus fucking christ!!! (hide spoiler)]) that made me so angry as they did here, which is a good thing, because sometimes you just need your skin to crawl, your books can't always be populated by likeable people -- and by now, this is what I'm reading Flynn for. The novel features twists, turns, and escalating strangling tension as, much like Gone Girl, two different chronological threads unfurl: the present-day storyline trying to solve the mystery, and the thread set in the past, working up through time towards the disastrous event. And unlike Gone Girl, this one punched me in my heartstrings -- I almost started crying close to the end of the book, because good god you've grown so sedately attached to all of the characters, worming their way under your skin with all their flaws and messes and everyday disasters. I am genuinely heartbroken over this book, and over the flawed characters in it whom I've grown to love. I'd been warned that this had a dissatisfying/unexpected ending, but I dunno -- (view spoiler)[much like Gone Girl, this was actually lovely in its own way; it was an even happier conclusion than Gone Girl, everything come full circle, some measure of peace found. A Brand New Day, so to speak. It's what it had to be. I was extremely concerned that the twist would be that Ben really was the killer, so this ending left me -- DARE I SAY IT?? -- actually kinda warm and fuzzy! (hide spoiler)] Vicious women who are ugly on the inside; parenthood, and the damage our parents do to us; families trying to deal with each other; unearthing ugly secrets; (SPOILERS FOR GONE GIRL -->) (view spoiler)[men trying to hold it together in the prospect of becoming a father (hide spoiler)]. I have not a clue what Sharp Objects is about, but I'm going to save it for a while (need to give myself some time to savour my last Flynn book) and then I'm going to dive into it blind. Because damnit, I'm an avowed fan now. My main prevailing thought by the end: (view spoiler)[Holy hell, I cannot believe the clue about the Angel of Debt was planted SO EARLY IN THE BOOK and I DID NOT CATCH IT, did not think twice about it, did not put two-and-two together. MASTERFUL. (hide spoiler)] Other things I loved: seeing how particular details took on entirely different meanings depending on the perspective, watching Ben accidentally dig his hole deeper and deeper. Again, much like Gone Girl -- except probably less darkly humorous, more awful. Now when is she writing that YA book???? ...more |
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At first glance, this seems like it should've been my jam: a Romeo and Juliet retelling set against two rival families of circus performers. Pretty gr
At first glance, this seems like it should've been my jam: a Romeo and Juliet retelling set against two rival families of circus performers. Pretty great premise, right? I love circuses! But nah. Most of the time, I was waffling around 2 stars -- the ending made me straight-up want to take yet another star off, but I'm going to be forgiving since the high-wire scenes were tense and well-written, and there were some good elements here, they were just never utilised the way they should've. Various thoughts in no particular order: → If you're going to be a transparent Romeo and Juliet retelling (Romeo "Remy" Garcia, Julieta "Jules" Maroni), then for the love of god, you cannot have your character's parents explicitly name him after the Shakespearean character. And then you cannot have Julieta make fun of him for it! It's far, far, far too on the nose -- and if she can mock him for his name, then why doesn't anyone in the book point out "hey, wait, they're named Romeo and Julieta and started dating even though their families hate each other, ha ha isn't that cute?" Not that I wanted them to point that out, I would have hated it if they did -- but the point is that they half-acknowledged it, which raises that weirdness of Girl On A Wire occupying the same in-text world as Shakespeare. The key is just don't acknowledge your source material. In fact, I would've preferred it if their actual names had just been Remy and Jules: the initials are all we need, that's enough to allude to it. → True Love At First Sight is boring as hell to me. I grew tired of reading about Remy's Sculpted Biceps and Jules' attraction to him was always in your face; there are far more subtle ways to show it. → I guess our two leads are plucky and funny, but I don't really have a good sense of their personalities beyond Generally Likeable YA Characters. As a minor character, Dita was actually the most interesting, but seemed a bit like she was just there for a touch of flavour, since she didn't get to do anything and we didn't delve into her character much. I would've loved to see more from the bi-curious sister who dresses in snappy suits. :( On the other hand, the one I personally found intriguing characterisation-wise right from the start was Remy's asshole older brother, Novio. (view spoiler)[Who turns out to be the villain, and yet there's still plot holes in how he was able to be the villain at all -- how did he search and trash their trailer if he was busy fighting Sam at the time?? If this was explained, it wasn't adequately. And the end resolution is that he's just going to be a part of the family anyway and Nan will ~work to tame the darkness within him~??? Oh my god FUCKING BARF. I wish he'd been built up more as a character, too, so that the ending would have meant more. (hide spoiler)] → Remy's dad is never even named! I thought the lack of spotlight focus on him would mean he was the villain, but nope. Why is he even here if he's not a character at all, in a cast that's already pretty damned small? → Nan is pretty great, though. But then the scene where she and Jules were watching old movies and all of a sudden ~they were talking about Jules instead, she was Cinderella, look at all these hidden layers to the conversation~ drove me nutty, because that was fucking outright told/explained to us by Jules. Again: UGH, COULD'VE BEEN MORE SUBTLE. → Ending was supremely anti-climactic, resolved through conversation and a rational discussion. Godddd. → All in all, it was mostly irritating due to doing lots of telling and not showing. I wish the circus had felt more vibrant and thriving and we'd gotten a better sense of the other performers (because come on, all this emphasis on COMMUNITY and CIRCUS BEING FAMILY ---- but the book was really just Garcias and Maronis). Most other circus books I've read have featured large ensembles, because that's the whole point. The high-wire scenes are great, though, and Sam & Dita are good, so I'll give it 2 stars. ...more |
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HOO BOY. Where do I even begin? I'd heard extensive great things about Gillian Flynn's Dark Places before anything about Gone Girl -- I literally knew
HOO BOY. Where do I even begin? I'd heard extensive great things about Gillian Flynn's Dark Places before anything about Gone Girl -- I literally knew nothing about this book, not even its premise(!), had heard nothing besides the fact that Nick and Amy are despicable, unlikeable characters. I even had my usual irrational kneejerk reaction when I first started this, of 'Oh, it's so popular, surely I won't like it that much.' Nope. Total nope. Shucks to me, per usual: I became utterly hooked. Now I get why it's so popular, goddamnit, and for good reason. People have said that the first 100 pages are a slog, but I didn't find it that way at all: I was already immersed in Flynn's writing style as of the very first chapter, her casual off-hand descriptions, the small hints and omissions. It's not a thriller by way of pulse-pounding excitement: it's claustrophobic, strangling, tense and rattling. Marinating in the toxicity of these characters. I saw the twist coming, which is not to brag, since I think a lot of people did -- I just like to chronicle when I caught it vs. when I didn't (because sometimes I don't catch it in time, and so am screeching and tossing my books in sheer aghast surprise), and there were other turns that I absolutely did not see coming. The narrative seesaws between both Nick and Amy, which gives you an exercise in unreliable narrators, liars, perspective, and POV. Flynn is also fantastic at voice, each character leaping off the page with their little tics and quirks (one of my favourite subtler ones was their genuinely having picked up thought patterns and sayings from each other, as of course married couples would, involuntary little spasms in the back of their heads). It's an intricately-crafted mystery, each detail planted brick-by-brick-by-brick, the process of omission and subtle hints (god, I have missed being shown and not told). How your sympathy fluctuates and changes for both characters as time goes on. The pace slows down by the end, but I was still following its twists and turns and changes, still found it totally gripping and enthralling (to the extent that I finished the book huddled in my cubicle at work, no regrets). I know the ending is contentious, but I loved it. It was appropriate. (view spoiler)[This idea that the only way to attain inhumanly perfect marital happiness, to be the perfect husband, the obedient trained loving monkey, going through the motions... is only when your punishment is death. Fantastic. Terrifying. Appropriate, for these two. They fucking deserve each other. (hide spoiler)] If anyone has any other recommendations for good books with terrible, toxic characters who poison everything they touch, please give them to me. I welcome their awfulness -- though it'll probably have to be after a bit of a break and reading other things, to get this taste out of my mouth. ...more |
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Fun fact: At one point in his memoir, Alan Cumming offhand mentions his daredevil mischievousness and how he’s always the one doing handstands at the
Fun fact: At one point in his memoir, Alan Cumming offhand mentions his daredevil mischievousness and how he’s always the one doing handstands at the party. Can confirm firsthand: this is true! My friends and I spent election night at a small gay bar where he happened to be; he tried a few sips of Nikki’s drink and did drunken handstands next to us, almost kicking us in the head. It was the only bright point & bit of joy in what was otherwise an utterly dreadful, nightmarish evening. God bless you, Alan Cumming. I love him so much. ANYWAY: this memoir. I listened to the audiobook, which I prefer doing for autobiographies, to get to hear their own voices telling their own stories. You can hear the warmth & affection when he talks about his brother and mother, and the ragged emotion during the upsetting scenes. (Additional bonus is the fact that you get to enjoy his lovely Scottish accent for 6 hours!) This one isn’t your usual superficial celebrity fare either, but Cumming’s examination of his & his brother’s childhoods at the hands of an abusive father — so, needless to say, there are some hefty trigger warnings for physical and emotional abuse. It’s not even a subject that strikes close to home for me, but I still found myself shaken at the descriptions, feeling upset and desperately protective of the young, vulnerable Alan as a child. But he’s brave, and the book is unflinching in calling out the experiences for what they were: acknowledging that his father was an abuser, that it caused lifelong damage for both boys, that none of it was their fault, that therapy is useful for untangling these psychological scars. Part of Cumming’s purpose in writing this book was to crack through some of that stigma, to lay it bare so that others might hopefully be able to recognise those experiences and it might help them come to terms with it as well. Post-war PTSD and the government’s failure to take care of their veterans comes into play with his maternal grandfather’s arc, too. Since I’m perennially interested in WWII and how soldiers struggle to grapple with life after a war, that arc was fascinating, and I was absorbed in finding out more. The writing style is actually really really good and almost novel-like at times; I found myself disappearing into the imagery of Alan’s childhood in the Scottish countryside as if it were a fictional story. The narrative flashes back and forth between ‘THEN’ and ‘NOW’, drawing thematic lines between the past and the present, as Alan participates in Who Do You Think You Are (a genealogical reality show) and unearths buried truths about both his father and his maternal grandfather. The book is often dark, but there’s also lightness and levity and joy as he moves past it and manages to forge a better life for himself. I think this book is so important in the way it frankly addresses abuse & confronting one’s abusers. And in the end, I think one of the most valuable takeaways is, as he says: “Sometimes people do you a favour when they drop out of your life.” Sometimes, all you can do is cut the toxic elements out. Sometimes, that’s for the best. You’ve got to look after yourself. I found myself so oddly proud of Alan and his older brother Tom as they progressed through life, as they shook off the effects of their childhood. Their strong fraternal relationship is wonderful to see, and an absolute supportive lynchpin throughout Alan’s life. Plus it was just lovely getting this insight to an openly bisexual star who seems like, genuinely, a good and warm person and a campaigner for LGBTQA rights, and being who you are & standing up for yourself. Highly, highly recommended. (Seriously, I am such an Alan Cumming fan. I saw him twice in Cabaret on Broadway, and in his one-man Macbeth — he memorised EVERY SINGLE ROLE in the ENTIRE DAMN PLAY, and there’s a scene where he plunges himself into a bathtub for so long that you actually feel the audience start getting anxious and concerned, as the wait goes on for too long, as we start wondering if we’ve literally just watched a man drown on-stage in front of us… until he comes erupting out of the water, gasping and haggard.) I will leave you with one Very Important quote: And tonight, as though the showbiz gods could tell that I needed levity and sparkle and wacky Euro froth, was the night of the Eurovision Song Contest!!...more |
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| Every story's a kind of violence perpetrated on the facts. You cut off their arms and legs, stretch them out, break their ribs until they fit where yo Every story's a kind of violence perpetrated on the facts. You cut off their arms and legs, stretch them out, break their ribs until they fit where you think they're supposed to. All of it in search of meaning. Some stories, the job is so clean, everything's arranged along an arc so bright that you can't see the carnage that went into making it. After mainlining a lot of sparsely-written young adult fiction, I consciously chose to pick up Slattery's latest because I was familiar with his style, and knew that's what I wanted next: I wanted the lyrical descriptions and rambling sentences, his tendency to hop between perspectives, explore tangents about people's past and present and future, leap across entire continents -- and that's exactly what The Family Hightower delivers, all anchored around the tale of a Ukrainian-American criminal dynasty, spanning between Cleveland and Europe. The novel explores what happens when the old way of organised crime (mafias and family business, loyalty and personal investment, everyone knows everyone) meets the new clinical system (cold, impersonal, no one knows anyone or the full details of what they're actually involved in). The myth of the self-made man ends up caught between their teeth, and the Hightowers must eventually take a hit, their foundations rattling from a misunderstanding of mistaken identity between two cousins, both named after the grandfather who made his fortune for the family: Peter Henry Hightower. I really liked this book! It probably still doesn't beat out my other personal Slattery favourite (Liberation), but I'm really into crime & crime families so this was way up my alley. The middle of the book takes a detour into covering how the patriarch rose to prominence, but I think I was more into the modern-day sections: examining the fallout, the repercussions of everything Peter set in motion, how his children picked up the pieces and inherited things from him, whether his money or aspects of his personality, his capacity for violence and cunning. Slattery's evocation of setting was so rich; oddly, though, I had a little less patience for the descriptive tangents here, because I guess I'm an awful person who is more interested in the descriptions of a post-apocalyptic environment than Cleveland... but either way, the picture is immensely detailed and rich. The story at the heart of it is blood, the endless cycle of crime and capitalism grinding you down, and when the wheel of fortune is too tempting to get out of. The Hightowers themselves are fascinating, each one drastically different from the other, each one vividly-painted -- my favourites are split somewhere between Sylvie, Henry, and Rufus, and I was really, utterly emotionally invested in Rufus' relationship with his son, ugh. Plus, I love queenpin characters, I love them so much. The ending is great. I might type up more quotes later, once I fish out my hardcover at home. ...more |
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I need to write reviews but I'm too busy reading, hhhhhh [Full review here during my April 2016 reread!] Merged review: Originally read from Jan 2-4, 201 I need to write reviews but I'm too busy reading, hhhhhh [Full review here during my April 2016 reread!] Merged review: Originally read from Jan 2-4, 2015! God, I love this book. So far it's my favourite in The Raven Cycle -- largely because it's a Ronan book, and he is hands-down my personal fave of the raven boys. And the POVs in this one may alternate between Blue/Gansey/Adam/Ronan/Mr. Gray, but this is still a Ronan book, because his central mystery & background & family & abilities are front and centre to the narrative. He's on the cover. The title, The Dream Thieves, refers to him. So getting to roll around in a book-length exploration of the Lynch clan and Ronan's dysfunction, it's like a gift to me from the universe. (Also, it's astonishing that there are so many POV characters and yet the book doesn't feel scattered and confused?) This one is also way up my alley because I love dreams & Inception-esque plots, and this one delivers. It's also great seeing Adam and Ronan growing into their powers and abilities and relationship with the ley line & Cabeswater. I also find myself growing to like Gansey more; the first book actually doesn't warm me up to him that much (he's not the type of character that I naturally gravitate to), but with a second book down, you just continue to get a better sense of him and how he ticks and how he tries so desperately hard to keep all his friends together & functioning. (He's totally the Dad of the group.) I think I just find him more interesting now, too, that the Gansey/Blue romance is starting to spread its wings, in all its tantalising heart-stopping forbidden~* tension, all of which leaves me reminding myself, "frick, this is going to hurt." It's paced so well in this series, with a satisfying slow-burn. Also the villain in the first book is disposed of pretty quickly, whereas the antagonist in this one is fascinating. I love Mr. Gray!! He is one of my favourite characters in this series. And I find it so interesting that Whelk was so envious of the raven boys, with a pang of deep abiding jealousy over their comradely friendships that he's since lost, and that Mr. Gray also has some deep twisted issues with fraternity and brotherhood. Most of my highlighted quotes are to do with Ronan, his sexuality, and his tangledy relationships with Kavinsky, Adam, and Gansey. I love it all so much, and honestly think the reveal of Ronan's sexuality is so well-done: subtle, cobbling together clues along the way (I missed a lot of them during my first read), until it's outright confirmed towards the end of the book. He and Kavinsky are a raging garbage fire yet I am still so here for this, although Pynch is my ultimate endgame. (I also highlighted quite a bit of Adam and his psychological baggage from his family as well, the depiction of abuse and the aftershocks of it, his forcible untangling from becoming his father.) Maggie Stiefvater's prose is beautiful as always: visceral and poetic but without being overly-flowery. Some lines really just make me stop to admire them, like this imagery: Later that night, back in Monmouth Manufacturing, Ronan woke up. He woke like a sailor scuttles a ship on rocks, plunging, heedless, with as much speed as he could muster, braced for the impact. Fave quotes below: (view spoiler)["When I was born," Niall Lynch told his middle son, "God broke the mold so hard the ground shook." This was a lie, because if God truly had broken the mold for Niall, He'd made Himself a knockoff twenty years later to craft Ronan and his two brothers, Declan and Matthew. The three brothers were nothing if not handsome copies of their father, although each flattered a different side of Niall. Declan had the same way of taking a room and shaking its hand. Matthew's curls were netted with Niall's charm and humor. And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war. There was little to nothing of their mother in any of them. *** The second secret was perfect in its concealment. Ronan did not say it. Ronan did not think it. He never put lyrics to the second secret, the one he kept from himself. But it still played in the background. *** Theoretically, Blue Sargent was probably going to kill one of these boys. *** Later that night, back in Monmouth Manufacturing, Ronan woke up. He woke like a sailor scuttles a ship on rocks, plunging, heedless, with as much speed as he could muster, braced for the impact. *** [Gansey:] "Like, am I in your dreams?" "Oh, yes, baby." It amused Ronan to say this, a lot. He laughed enough that Chainsaw abandoned her paper shredding to verify that he wasn't dying. Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too, the latter boy sullen and elegant and fluently disdainful of dream-Ronan's clumsy attempts to communicate. *** Derisively, Ronan said, "No. The ancient Greeks didn't have a word for blue." Everyone at the table looked at him. "What the hell, Ronan?" said Adam. "It's hard to imagine," Gansey mused, "how this evidently successful classical education never seems to make it into your school papers." "They never ask the right questions," Ronan replied. *** [Blue] was like Gansey in that she wanted [Adam] to explain himself. What do you want, Adam? What do you need, Adam? Want and needwere words that got eaten smaller and smaller: freedom, autonomy, a perennial bank balance, a stainless-steel condo in a dustless city, a silky black car, to make out with Blue, eight hours of sleep, a cell phone, a bed, to kiss Blue just once, a blister-less heel, bacon for breakfast, to hold Blue's hand, one hour of sleep, toilet paper, deodorant, a soda, a minute to close his eyes. What do you want, Adam? To feel awake when my eyes are open. *** He wanted to open the door and shout this fact at her. He made himself stay where he was. After a moment, he calmed enough to see how his anger was a separate thing inside him, a dingy, surprise gift from his father. He calmed enough to remember that if he waited long enough, carefully analyzing how it felt, the emotion would lose its inertia. It was the same as physical pain. The more he tried to mentally decide what made pain hurt, the less his brain seemed able to remember the pain at all. So he took apart the anger inside him. Is this what he felt like, he wondered, when he grabbed my sleeve as I was going out the door? Is this what made him shove my face into the fridge? Did he feel this when he passed by my bedroom door? Was this what he fought every time he remembered I existed? He calmed enough to realize it wasn’t even Blue he had been angry at. She’d just been unlucky enough to be standing in the blast zone when he went off. *** Ronan wasn’t exactly sure why he was angry. Although Gansey had done nothing to invoke his ire, he was definitely part of the problem. Currently, he propped his cell between ear and shoulder as he eyed a pair of plastic plates printed with smiling tomatoes. His unbuttoned collar revealed a good bit of his collarbone. No one could deny that Gansey was a glorious portrait of youth, the well-tended product of a fortunate and moneyed pairing. Ordinarily, he was so polished that it was bearable, though, because he was clearly not the same species as Ronan’s rough-and-ready family. But tonight, under the fluorescent lights of Dollar City, Gansey’s hair was scuffed and his cargo shorts were a greasy ruin from mucking over the Pig. He was bare-legged and sockless in his Top-Siders and very clearly a real human, an attainable human, and this, somehow, made Ronan want to smash his fist through a wall. *** The thing was, Ronan knew what a face looked like, just before it was about to break. He’d seen it in the mirror often enough. Adam had fracture lines all over him. *** All the whimsy of Dollar City was ruined. As Gansey led the way out, Noah said to Ronan, “I know why you’re mad.” Ronan sneered at him, but his pulse heaved. “Tell me then, Prophet.” Noah said, “It’s not my job to tell other people’s secrets.” *** “Have you asked her why she doesn’t want to?” Gansey asked, though he didn’t want to hear the answer. He was abruptly tired of the conversation. *** Then, again, but closer to the knob of his shoulder, glancing off his collarbone. And then two inches below his belly button. The word gut was a verb and a noun. *** After he had exhausted this line of thought, Ronan gave in to the brief privilege of hating himself, as he always did in church. There was something satisfying about acknowledging this hatred, something relieving about this little present he allowed himself each Sunday. *** “It could kill you,” Maura said. Then there was the awkward moment that arrives when two thirds of the people in the room know that the other third is supposed to die in fewer than nine months, and the person who is meant to die is not one of the ones in the know. *** Ronan leapt out of the car and slammed the door. The thing about Ronan Lynch, Adam had discovered, was that he wouldn’t — or couldn’t — express himself with words. So every emotion had to be spelled out in some other way. A fist, a fire, a bottle. Now Cabeswater was missing and the Pig was hobbled, and he needed to go have a silent shouting fit with his body. *** “Lucky I was able to get away,” Declan said. He peered into the car, eyes passing over Blue and snagging on Ronan in the backseat. His gaze followed his brother’s leg to where it rested on top of Adam’s, and his expression tightened. *** She wore a dress Ronan thought looked like a lampshade. Whatever sort of lamp it belonged on, Gansey clearly wished he had one. Ronan wasn’t a fan of lamps. *** And it was true he wore them well; the T-shirt hung on his shoulders in a way that revealed all kinds of pleasant nooks and corners that a button-down usually hid. But Ronan suspected that Blue was most shocked by how it made Gansey look like a boy, for once, something like one of them. *** After a second, he passed the mouse on to Gansey. Gansey was the only one who smiled at it before he lifted it to his face. And it was his smile that buried Ronan; it reminded him of Matthew’s easy expression when they’d first discovered the mice, back when they’d been the Lynch family. *** “Something you should know about me, Snake. I don’t believe anyone.” Ronan said, “Something you should know about me. I never lie.” *** Now it was only the grail he wanted. He felt grown old inside his young skin. I tire of wonders, he thought. *** “What care is it of yours,” he asked, “what I think of Orla?” This felt dangerous, for some reason. He possibly shouldn’t have asked it. In retrospect, it wasn’t the question itself at fault. It was the way that he’d asked it. His thoughts had been far away, and he hadn’t been minding how he looked on the outside, and now, too late, he heard the dip of his own words. How the inflection seemed to contain a dare. Come on, Gansey, he thought. Don’t ruin things. Blue held his gaze, unflinching. Crisp, she replied, “None at all.” And it was a lie. It should not have been, but it was, and Gansey, who prized honesty above nearly every other thing, knew it when he heard it. Blue Sargent cared whether or not he was interested in Orla. She cared a lot. As she whirled toward the truck with a dismissive shake of her head, he felt a dirty sort of thrill. Summer dug its way into his veins. He got into the truck. “Let’s go,” he told the others, and he slid on his sunglasses. *** She would have asked Noah to confirm this, but he was notoriously disinterested in the details of his afterlife. (Once, Gansey had tersely asked, “Don’t you care how it is that you’re still here?” and Noah had answered with remarkable acumen, “Do you care how your kidneys work?”) *** “Hello,” he said cordially. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” First of all, the way he phrased it meant that he could see Noah, which not everyone could. Second of all, he was polite in a way that was unlike anything Blue had encountered before. Gansey was polite in a way that squashed the other party smaller. Adam was polite to reassure. And this man was polite in a keen, questioning sort of way. He was polite like tentacles were polite, testing the surface carefully, checking to see how it reacted to his presence. *** “You’re the hit man.” Mr. Gray had the good grace to look efficiently startled. “Oh. And you’re the daughter. Blue.” “The one and only.” Blue fixed a penetrating gaze on him. “So, do you have a favorite weapon?” Without missing a beat, he replied, “Opportunity.” *** Although both Kavinsky and Gansey were hopelessly entwined in the infrastructure of Henrietta, Ronan had always done a fine job keeping them separate in his mind. Gansey held court over the tidier, brighter elements of the town; his was a sunshiney world of Aglionby desks, junior faculty waving at his car from the sidewalk, tow-truck drivers knowing his name. Even the apartment in Monmouth Manufacturing was typical Gansey: order and aesthete imposed on the ruined and abandoned. Kavinsky, on the other hand, ruled the night. He lived in the places that wouldn’t even occur to Gansey: in the back parking lots of the public schools, the basements of McMansions, crouched behind the doors of public bathrooms. Kavinsky’s kingdom was not so much conducted in the red-yellow-green glow of a traffic light, but in the black place just outside of the glow. Ronan preferred them separate. He did not like his foods to touch. *** She beamed at him. She had one of those lovely, open, perfect smiles, genuinely happy and very beautiful. The Gray Man thought, This is the worst decision I’ve ever made. *** Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of the ink with his finger. He said, “Scio quid hoc est.” As he traced it farther and farther down on the bare skin of Ronan’s back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said, “Scio quid estis vos.” He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again. *** Ronan scraped a hand over the back of his head. He felt like his heart was collapsing inside him. Each wall came down individually, crushing the one before it. “He’s going to kill me. Goddamn it. He’s going to kill me.” Kavinsky pointed to the night horror. “No, that was going to kill you, man. Gansey’ll forgive you, man. He doesn’t want to sleep alone.” All at once, Ronan was done. He seized the straps of Kavinsky’s tank top and shoved him. “Enough, already! This isn’t your fucking Mitsu. I can’t go out and buy another one tomorrow morning.” With a knowing look, Kavinsky unhooked Ronan’s fingers. He watched as Ronan pushed off, pacing, hands behind his head, eyes darting down the road to see if any other cars were coming. But there was no fixing this, no matter how Ronan looked at it. “Look, Lynch,” Kavinsky said. “It’s simple. Wrap your tiny Celtic brain around this concept. What did your mom do when your goldfish died?” Ronan stopped pacing. “I told you. It’s not your rice rocket. I can get him another, but it won’t be the same. He doesn’t want another one. He wants this one.” “I’m going to be fucking patient with you,” Kavinsky said, “because you’ve had a head injury. You’re not listening to the words I say.” *** Something strange and chemical was happening to the Gray Man. Once, he’d been stabbed with a screwdriver — Phillips head, bright blue handle — and falling in love with Maura Sargent was exactly the same. He hadn’t felt a thing when the screwdriver had pierced his side. It hadn’t been unbearable when he’d stitched it up as he watched The Last Knight on the television by the bed (Arbor Palace Inn and Lodging, local color!). No, it had gotten terrible only when the wound had begun to close. When he’d begun to regrow skin where it had been chewed away. Now the ragged hole in his heart was regrowing out of the scar tissue, and he couldn’t stop feeling it. *** “You have to go after what you want,” Kavinsky said. “You have to know what you want.” Ronan said nothing. Under those parameters, it would be impossible for him. What he wanted was to know what he wanted. Kavinsky’s smile was wide. “I’ll teach you.” *** He rolled down the window. “I’m going.” For a moment, Kavinsky’s face was perfectly blank, and then Kavinsky flickered back onto it. He said, “You’re shitting me.” “I’ll send flowers.” Ronan revved the engine. Exhaust and dust swirled in a wild torment behind the Camaro. It coughed at twenty-eight-hundred rpm. Just like the Pig. Everything was back the way it was. “Running back to your master?” “This was fun,” Ronan said. “Time for big-boy games now, though.” “You’re a player in his life, Lynch.” The difference between us and Kavinsky, Gansey whispered in Ronan’s head, is we matter. “You don’t fucking need him,” Kavinsky said. Ronan released the parking brake. Kavinsky threw up a hand like he was going to hit something, but there was nothing but air. “You are shitting me.” “I never lie,” Ronan said. He frowned disbelievingly. This felt like a more bizarre scenario than anything that had happened to this point. “Wait. You thought — it was never gonna be you and me. Is that what you thought?” Kavinsky’s expression was scorched. “There’s only with me or against me.” Which was ludicrous. It had always been Ronan against Kavinsky. There was never any possibility of with. “It was never going to be you and me.” “I will burn you down,” Kavinsky said. Ronan’s smile was sharp as a knife. He had already been burned to nothing. “You wish.” *** The Gray Man and Maura sat quietly and looked at the large, spreading beech tree that took up most of the backyard. A mourning dove called from it, persistent and dolorous. The Gray Man’s hand hung down and Maura stroked it. “This is the ten of swords,” he guessed. Maura kissed the back of his hand. “You’re going to have to be brave.” The Gray Man said, “I’m always brave.” She said, “Braver than that.” *** Ronan leapt from the car. And this, too, was bewildering. Because he was grinning. Euphoric. It wasn’t that Gansey hadn’t seen Ronan happy since Niall Lynch died. It was just that there had always been something cruel and conditional about it. Not this Ronan. *** Finally, Blue’s voice shook a little. “I didn’t tell you until just now because I realized it didn’t matter. Because it’s not gonna be you.” He felt it like one of his father’s punches. A moment of deadness and then blood rushing to the point of contact. And then it wasn’t sadness, but the now-familiar heat. It tore through him like an explosion, busting windows and devouring everything in an instantaneous blast. In slow motion he could imagine the swing of his hand. No. No, he’d done this before with her, and he wasn’t doing it again. He spun away, one fist on his forehead. With the other, he struck the wall, but not hard. Just like he was grounding himself, discharging. He tore apart the anger, limb from limb. Focused on the burning, terrible fire in his chest until it went out. [NOTE FROM JULIE: I love the parallels between Blue shutting down Adam ("it's never gonna be me") and Ronan shutting down Kavinsky ("It was never gonna be you and me.")] *** Not you. Not him with his shabby anger, his long silences, his brokenness. (hide spoiler)] ...more |
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This was a very quick, haunting read -- difficult to get into at first, due to the cryptic and mysterious prologue with the three alternating narrator
This was a very quick, haunting read -- difficult to get into at first, due to the cryptic and mysterious prologue with the three alternating narrators (one of whom is a house). But once you get into the groove of Oyeyemi's writing style (presumably easier if you've read other things by her, which I hadn't), then it flows like water: her style is beautiful, literary magical realism, poetic without being overbearing. Also, that prologue is wonderful to revisit later in the novel, or at the end, once you've pieced together more of what's going on. WHITE IS FOR WITCHING is a ghost story, a familial haunting, the past sinking in its claws and being unable to let go of the present. The main characters are largely Miranda Silver (and then in the second half of the book, her sort-of-girlfriend) and her twin Eliot, feat. their co-dependent relationship at their father's bed and breakfast in Dover. After the death of their mother at age sixteen, Miranda's mental health takes a nosedive and she is institutionalised; when she returns home, however, something is clearly very wrong. She's being haunted by three former generations of her family and the over-protective spirit of their house, which seeks to shelter the Silver women from outsiders. This book is hard to describe, since it deals with a lot of themes all mingled together (e.g. racism and xenophobia is an important subthread, as is Nigerian mythology and blurred identities, people melding together), but due to its literary nature, it's not in-your-face about it and there's an inherent lack of resolution. Other things: Miranda suffers from a condition called pica (the compulsive eating of non-food substances), and all of the Silver women have had it. Which brings echoes of vampirism and cannibalism, but this isn't a vampire novel. I also just looked up pica on Wikipedia, which says "Stressors such as maternal deprivation, family issues, parental neglect, pregnancy, poverty, and a disorganized family structure are strongly linked to pica." Which I find interesting -- I've bolded the ones which apply to the book. Setting & place is also an important element of the novel, with the chalky cliffs of Dover and the embodied house as narrator. Also, trigger warnings for (view spoiler)[hints of incest (hide spoiler)]. I also really liked the slow tectonic shift of my opinions on certain characters, how I had to revise my opinion on them as time went on, and the element of unreliable narrators ('which ones do you believe?'). Because I don't know where else to mention it, I'll say now that Ore is great. There are sections of the book that are terrifying and uncomfortable; the hauntings are particularly scary. A Gothic atmosphere abounds, and maybe some hints of Snow White (though I hear that's a more definite analogue in Oyeyemi's upcoming book). So even though I don't know how to coalesce my thoughts about it into something coherent: this book is very very good. Really only knocking off one star because I prefer more conclusive endings, though the vagueness here works well for the style. And having been exposed to Helen Oyeyemi's style now, I'm finally ready to read Mr. Fox soon! Favourite quotes below: (view spoiler)[It had been six months since then but her hair had been kept short. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t remember having expressed a preference. There was much that she was unable to remember. Especially unclear were the days immediately after she and Eliot had had the news of Lily’s death. She remembered going into school and everyone being very sorry for her loss, but Eliot said that he had gone to school and she had stayed at home. The incident with the hair was completely lost; it seemed that when she’d left herself she’d left completely and it was not worth trying to fetch the images back, pointless trying to identify what exactly it was that had made her snap....more |
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[EXTREMELY NECESSARY WARNINGS FOR THIS BOOK: Do not read this if you cannot stomach graphic depictions of animal torture or the murder of children. Li
[EXTREMELY NECESSARY WARNINGS FOR THIS BOOK: Do not read this if you cannot stomach graphic depictions of animal torture or the murder of children. Like, for real.] Well, that was bracing! And some of the most uncomfortable three days of my life, even as it was a very, very good book. Iain Banks and Iain M. Banks almost seem like two different people. I have a friend who's a big fan of Banks' literary fiction, but has never read the sci fi; I was the reverse, so I'm finally delving into Banks' non-Culture books, and additionally nabbing the bingo square "first book by a favourite author". So this was his first novel in 1984, a way of breaking into publishing because no one was buying his SF. The fact that this was the "more mainstream" novel astonishes me -- publishing & readers could accept this exercise in a misogynistic murderer's unsettling sociopathy better than Banks' fun swashbuckling science fiction? Really? I can see the common threads, though: Banks' Surface Detail, in fact, is one of my go-to examples for vile, despicable viewpoint characters. But Wasp Factory takes it to a whole other level. I thought I was hardened -- I have pish-poshed people who weren't able to deal with Gone Girl or The Magicians due to unlikeable main characters, and I keep talking about characters who are good because they are compelling, not because they're good people. You don't need to be best friends with every protagonist. I find literature more interesting when they're varied! But lawd, this put all of my principles to the test. The only things that made this gruesome depravity tolerable are a) the fact that Banks' writing is just so goddamned good, b) the interest in finding out the background to all the puzzles and concepts and history hinted along the way, and c) the matter-of-fact, pedantic voice of Frank, the main character. He approaches his tasks with a shamanistic, ritualistic order that manages to gloss over some of the horror, and everything has to be in its right place and he obsessively, meticulously goes through the motions. In fact, I'm fairly certain he must have OCD in addition to being an outright sociopath. Yet the entire Cauldhame family is, to put it bluntly, fucked up. Angus, the father, seems to be a compulsive liar and with strangely lax ideas on parenting and an obsession with measurements (that familial OCD?). Eric, the absent older brother, is even more off his rocker and prone to psychopathic rages -- in his phonecalls home as he cuts his way across the Scottish countryside, you find yourself rooting for and siding with Frank as an actual beacon of sanity in comparison, which is ridiculous. And that's part of the genius of the book: even as you're repulsed by Frank, part of you also likes him (which dovetails with Frank's ruminations about renegade parts, the dusty ignored corners of his conscience, etc). Still, though, it was deeply uncomfortable to get through. I can appreciate The Wasp Factory's objective craft, while also acknowledging that it made me, literally, physically, nauseous and sick to my stomach. It was well-written and I don't regret reading it, but I probably wouldn't actively recommend it to anyone apart from other hardcore Banks fans. A few thoughts about the ending: (view spoiler)[Frank's total 180 in realising how nutty he was seems to come too quickly, as he suddenly snaps back to relative sanity like a rubber band. The self-examination is too expository, and kinda reads more like Iain Banks' analysis of the situation (complete with the "Talk about penis envy." self-deprecating aside) rather than Frank's? And the twist was interesting -- I wish I'd caught it earlier! -- and means there's some layers here to unpack about gender, treatment of women, and toxic masculinity. But the main thing bothering me about it is, in fact, readers' reactions to it in reviews: the people saying "o, look at this horrible awful thing that was done to Frank! no wonder he is the way he is!". Maybe I'm misreading the reactions, but I just don't think the inciting incident -- the supposed castration -- gives him any leg to stand on wrt his/her behaviour. And I think that's the whole damned point, that Banks is addressing how completely arbitrary and unreasonable this idea of ""masculinity"" is, and how dangerous men can become when they think they've been robbed of it, and how completely disgusting sexism can be trained even into a woman. (hide spoiler)] I highlighted this quote because it made me think about representation in media/popculture and why it's is important, because poor representation can inculcate sexism in viewers: Women, I know from watching hundreds - maybe thousands - of films and television programmes, cannot withstand really major things happening to them; they get raped, or their loved one dies, and they go to pieces, go crazy and commit suicide, or just pine away until they die. Of course, I realise that not all of them will react that way, but obviously it's the rule, and the ones who don't obey it are in the minority....more |
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So I liked Divergent, disliked/borderline loathed Insurgent, and am not quite sure what to make of Allegiant. I bought and read it because I'm an obse
So I liked Divergent, disliked/borderline loathed Insurgent, and am not quite sure what to make of Allegiant. I bought and read it because I'm an obsessive completionist, and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with the ending. My overarching impressions now that I'm done: 2.5-3 stars, ish. I do genuinely like Roth's prose (it's lovely at times, and I found myself highlighting several passages for her turns of phrase), and it's a fast and streamlined read -- but I've had consistent problems with her worldbuilding, character behaviour, and plot holes, and that holds true here. (Why did I think it might change in the third book? I didn't, I guess.) After rolling my eyes at the supposed big reveal in Insurgent, we get more information on it in Allegiant and it's just... dumb. Clumsily handled. Info dump upon info dump to fill you in on the world outside the fence, which is my least favourite way of being introduced to exposition -- isn't that Worldbuilding 101? Don't just fling pages of text at your readers! The "genetically pure" (GP) and "genetically damaged" (GD) struggle simply adds on one more messy layer to the factioned vs. factionless vs. Allegiant struggle, until you're just swimming in arbitrary categories to group people. And as a premise, the whole city experiment thing doesn't even make sense. Why are the factions the most 'successful' societal structure to deal with their genetic split? If people largely only reproduce within their own faction and don't intermingle (faction transfers seem to be the decided exception rather than the norm, and Dauntless doesn't even accept all transfers), then how are they supposed to ~mend~ their genetic material with diversity?? Ugh, nothing makes sense. The one good thing is that this plot answered my "How in the world are people grouped so stringently by personalities? All humans are Divergent!!!" question from the first book. "Genes" are pretty much the magic wand that are waved around to explain everything. And that said, it's so frustrating the way Four latches onto it as an identity so quickly and it snaps him in half so readily -- and as a result, he casts everything aside for a character you just met a few pages ago and who hasn't had her characterisation built up at all. I'm cool with characters making dumb mistakes but again, I don't know if I buy this nonsense from Four. There are dual narrators this time! But much like other readers, I had problems telling them apart! A couple times I found myself having to flip back a page in order to check who was actually narrating the chapter, or having to piece it together by context. (Which really made me miss the ultra-distinctive voices from Patrick Ness' Chaos Walking, sigh.) I scoffed when they first introduced the Allegiant and they had to be explained. 'We call ourselves Allegiant! Because we're, uh, allegiant to the old way of the factions! Get it?' It just seemed like a hamfisted way to try to work in the title. It seemed like so much of the book was people sitting watching cameras of more exciting things happening elsewhere. I really, really do not like conveniently omniscient cameras as a forced method to get around the 1st person perspective. And on the ending -- without discussing the Really Big Spoiler, it's still one big mess. People run around, characters give up their convictions at the drop of a hat and do complete 180s, the huge brewing conflict is punctured and dissolved within the span of a couple pages without coming to a head. It's all just convenient, and resolved far too neatly for my liking. With spoilery discussions: (view spoiler)[After thinking about it and reading Veronica Roth's blog post, I'm pretty down with her killing Tris. I've always been annoyed with Tris' stupid, senseless self-sacrificial instinct because it accomplished nothing, but this one at least had more purpose to it, and I see what Roth was going for -- the developmental trajectory in Tris' continued attempts to understand what 'selflessness' means. However, I didn't feel for her death; it felt empty and I didn't flinch at all, didn't have an emotional reaction to it beyond "Oh, okay." Which is shocking, considering I am usually the biggest bucket of feels -- I cried while watching Horton Hears a Who, you guys. Which means Roth didn't do her job in making me care enough about her main protagonist. And I understand other people's frustrations, that it robbed the book of the perfect opportunity for Caleb's redemption; all of the pieces had been set up for it, it's not like there was no other option to release the serum, Tris did not have to sacrifice herself, it was an unnecessary/pointless death in that regard. That said, I kinda dug it because it was such a ballsy move. I'm always intrigued in building a list of books that've killed off their protagonists, since it seems so rare. Also, fwiw, one of my favourite moments was Peter's reprogramming. What a loathsome little cockroach, and yet I was more interested in his motivations and his little trajectory between the margins of Allegiant. It was a wonderful followup to his contrition in Insurgent and a rather existentially horrifying closure to his arc. (hide spoiler)] I do, however, like the themes that Roth was going for: forgiveness, letting things go rather than holding onto old pain & grudges, accepting the everyday courage to keep going, day after day after day. The plot & character execution just didn't hold it up. But I still get chills at "Be brave." ...more |
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