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Books read, late January

Feb. 2nd, 2026 04:48 pm
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Stephanie Burgis, Enchanting the Fae Queen. I always love Steph's writing, and this was a fun book when I needed a fun book. This one felt weighted on the romance side of the romance/fantasy balance early in the book, but the fantasy plot did come roaring back in the last third. I wonder how much that reaction is objective and how much it's that it's an "enemies to lovers" plot, which is a trope that's always a hard sell for me. Looking forward to the third one.

Sophie Burnham, Bloodtide. Book two in its series, please do not start here as a lot of the emotional weight starts with book one in this series, but if you were having fun with this science fiction against empire, here's more, and there's natural disaster and community uprising and good stuff.

Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Reread. Okay but! This is not the Tenniel illustrations, which my godmother gave me when I was small. This is the Tove Jansson illustrations, which I had never seen before, and they're delightful and very Jansson.

Steph Cherrywell, Unboxing Libby. This is a delightful older MG book about a bunch of young humaniform robots on Mars on a voyage of self-discovery opposed to the corporate bullshit that brought them there. I hope Cherrywell does more unique fun books like this.

John Chu, The Subtle Art of Folding Space. Discussed elsewhere.

Samuel K. Cohn Jr., trans., Popular Protest in Late Medieval Europe. A sourcebook of a lot of translated primary sources about uprisings, rebellions, and protests in mostly Italy and France in this era. (When he says "north of the Alps," he means "the region of France that is north of where you would draw the latitude line for the Alps," alas, but still interesting for itself.) Useful if you're super-interested in popular uprisings, which guess who is.

Colin Cotterill, The Coroner's Lunch, Thirty-Three Teeth, Disco for the Departed, and Anarchy and Old Dogs. Rereads. Sometimes you look up and it's been twenty years since a series you like started, and you haven't reread the beginning of it since then. I say "series you like," but what happened here is that I liked the beginning a lot and have sort of grown less interested in the later volumes, so I was worried that it was a case of "my standards went up and his stayed the same." It was not! The first volumes are still quite good, nothing else quite like them. They're historical magical realist murder mysteries set in 1970s Laos, and the setting is a large part of the focus of the books. I firmly believe, as of this reread, that they are marketed as mysteries primarily because that's the subgenre that knew how to market comparatively short series novels with an atypical setting, because the mystery structure is not at all traditional. Some elements are not handled as we'd handle them now, but so far I am feeling that the characters whose identities might be handled differently now are being treated with respect by the narrative if not by the people around them. I can't think of another series that has as good a character with Downs as Mr. Geung. I love him so much. He gets to have his own strengths, interests, sense of humor, agency. Sometimes the people around him call him the r-word or underestimate him, and they are always proven wrong. Similarly, in the fourth book we meet Auntie Bpoo, a trans woman who is joyfully, passionately herself and who does not attempt to pass as cis. I love Auntie Bpoo. The language used to introduce her is not what we would use now, and the protagonist--who was born in the early 1900s and is 73 years old in the book--initially underestimates her, but he very quickly learns that this is very, very wrong--and yet just as Mr. Geung never becomes a cloying angel, Auntie Bpoo is allowed to keep some of her rough edges--she's a person, not a sanitized trans icon. However--even with those caveats, not everyone will want to read ableist slurs, misgendering, etc., so judge accordingly whether that's something you want to go through. I'm going to keep on with this series until I hit the point where I'm no longer enjoying it; we'll see where that is.

Dominique Dickey, Redundancies and Potentials. Kindle. Extremely, extremely full of killing. Oh so much killing. Who knew that time travel was in place for the killing? There ends up being emotional weight to it in ways that I find interesting given that I've been watching the James Bond movies that are the exact opposite (zero time travel, zero emotional weight, still tons of killing). Interesting stuff.

Kieron Gillen, Caspar Wijngaard, Clayton Cowles, and Rian Hughes, The Power Fantasy Vol. 1: The Superpowers. This felt to me like they were afraid they wouldn't get to do as much series as they had plot, and so everything sort of got jammed in on top of each other. The extremely personal take on Mutually Assured Destruction was interesting--but also this is a comic about MAD, so if you're not up for very visceral potential of destroying the world today, maybe save it for later.

Lisa Goldstein, Ivory Apples. Reread. Goldstein definitely knows how to write a sentence, so this was a smooth read that ultimately did not hang together on the reread for me. There are too many places where someone's motivations, especially the villain's, are based on "somehow they got the feeling that xyz" which then turn out to be correct for no particular reason, and I think what the muses are doing as metaphors for creative work simply don't end up working for me when pressed into service for an entire book's worth of material. A lot of the individual chapters are vivid, but the ending just isn't enough for me, alas.

Theodora Goss, Letters from an Imaginary Country. Lots of familiar favorites in this collection as well as some new things, demonstrating once again the breadth of what the field is publishing and of what even a fairly focused author (Goss loves ethereal fairytale-type fantasy) can manage to do.

Rachel Hewitt, Map of Nation: A Biography of the Ordnance Survey. This is about the first surveys of Britain and how the departments involved with them developed, what early technology and staff were used, etc. It's this year's gift to myself for my grandfather's birthday (he worked for a time as a surveyor as a young man) and was, I feel, entirely a success on that front, especially because I like maps and mapping and how people's thinking about them has evolved very much myself.

Jessica Lopez Lyman, Placekeepers: Latina/x Art, Performance, and Organizing in the Twin Cities. It's the nature of this kind of study to overgeneralize and make overemphatic statements in places, and this does probably less of that than most local/contemporary ethnography. It also gave me lots of interesting case studies of a part of my home that's less familiar to me and some things neighbors are getting up to, bracing to read in this time. This isn't all of what we're fighting for, but it's sure what we're fighting for.

Abir Mukherjee, The Burning Grounds. Latest in its mystery series of 1920s Calcutta, exciting and fun, jumps the characters down the line a few years from previous volumes but still probably better if read as part of the series than a stand-alone. Hope he does more.

Arturo Perez-Reverte, The Fencing Master. Much swash very buckle wow.

Teresa Mason Pierre, ed., As the Earth Dreams: Black Canadian Speculative Stories. Read this for book club, and there was an interesting pattern of lack of character agency in most of these stories, which is not my favorite thing. Some stories still a good time, lots of interesting discussion in book club.

Randy Ribay, The Awakening of Roku. Not as strong as the first book in its series, and I felt like it needed another editing pass (sometimes on the sentence level--we've seen Ribay do better than this in the previous book). A fun adventure, but if the Avatar tie-in novelizations had started with this one I'd have shrugged and stopped here. I think in some ways maybe letting Roku off the hook even when it hopes not to be.

Madeleine Robins, Point of Honour, Petty Treason, and The Sleeping Partner. Rereads. When I read the fourth one in this series in the previous fortnight, I remembered how much I liked it, so I went back and reread the whole thing. Yep, still liked it. I think most of them are actually written to be reasonable entry points to the series, so if you're in the market for a slightly-alternate Regency period set of murder mysteries, whatever you can grab here will work pretty well.

Muriel Rukeyser, The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser. This was good enough that I read the whole 600 pages, and yet I did not end up with a favorite poem, I didn't end up vibing with any particular era of her work, and there were some that made me sigh and roll my eyes and go, oh, right, that period. I don't know why not! I can't say, for example, that long, wordy, referential, somewhat-political poems of the 1930s are not my jam--I'm a fan of W.H. Auden. But for whatever reason, the rhythms of Rukeyser's language never caught me up. Well. Now I know.

Melissa Sevigny, Mythical River: Chasing the Mirage of New Water in the American Southwest. Goes back to the Spanish for discussion of what water there is and what water people hoped there would be and what terrible decisions they made around those two things. And a few non-terrible decisions! But. Oof. Interesting stuff, always there for the water, not at all how water works where I am so I can see why the Spanish made some mistakes, and yet, oof.

D.E. Stevenson, Kate Hardy. Kindle. I was expecting this to twist more than it did, because Stevenson sometimes does, and it's better when she does, and also because my Kindle copy had a lot of additional material in the back, biographical sketch and list of other books and so on, so it looked like there was room for more to happen, and then boom, nope, fairly standard happy ending. It was reasonably fun to read but not one of her deeper or more interesting works.

T.H. White, Mistress Masham's Repose. I had picked up several references to this from the ether, but I don't think I actually had a chance to read it when I was small. I'm wondering what it was about the mid-20th century that got us the Borrowers and the Littles and this. Anyway it was cleverly done and reasonably warm and very much of its era, and I'm glad I read it for myself instead of just picking up hints here and there.

Small Stuff

Jan. 29th, 2026 01:14 pm
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I seem to be the respository for old papers in various lines of descent. None of them worth a damn, except their voices are such a joy to "hear". But on recent visit my daughter asked for the little iron box containing her great-grandfather's letters from WW I.

Jack Murray was a typical nineteen year old and it comes across so clearly. He joined the army early on, and was shipped from CA to Florida to base camp. There, they went around asking if anyone was familiar with automobiles. He said he fooled around with them, as many Los Angeles boys did.

They yanked him out of infantry and put him in the nascent motor pool, before shipping them off to France. The ship journey, their arrival in France, and the rapid development of Motor Transport is fascinating to read from his ground-level perspective. After the war, he was one of the last to leave France, as he was vital for the transport system.

My daughter commended on how very, very earnest he was about his longing to marry Great Granny (then seventeen or eighteen) RIGHT NOW. Also, she commented on the slang of the day. Everything was a peach. A peach of a car, a peach of a trip, a peach of a meal. She was a peach of a girl!

Next Ihope she wants to read the letters of a great-great grandfather through her grandfather's line--these beautifully written copperplate letters from California right after the gold rush, through a quake, and a riot . . .
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Review copy provided by the publisher. Also the author is a dear friend, and I read an earlier draft.

I'm so glad we're finally closing in on the day when the rest of you can talk about this delightful weird book with me. If you've been reading John's short stories for all these years, rest assured that this book has the same heart and the same absolutely fresh take on the world and its structures. If you haven't, what a treat you have ahead of you! Go forth and read!

This book, though. Okay. Ellie looks after the structure of the universe far more than most of us with physics training. She regularly visits the skunkworks, an extra-universe space that allows for tweaking and re-coding the laws of this and other universes. John puts the physics in metaphysics here--there's a whole community of people dedicated to this work in a way that's a lot more like a branch of engineering, architecture, or software design.

Unfortunately, most of that community has been poisoned against her by her self-righteous, violent, and gaslighting-prone sister Chris. And when their mother dies, Ellie is left scrambling against changes in the laws of physics themselves. She's not sure who she can trust. Thank goodness for her hulking cousin Daniel, the most food-focused metaphysician you'll ever meet.

So yeah, you'll be intrigued, you'll be hooked, but you will also be hungry. Maybe it's that John and I have similar taste in food (the bao! the brussels sprouts! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT EGG TART, CHU), but I was on the edge of my seat mostly to find out how Ellie and Daniel would beat Chris's machinations but also a tiny bit to see what food item Daniel would come up with next. I always knew that cooking was crucial to the maintenance of space-time. Soon the rest of you can see why. Highly recommended.

Pimpernel Smith

Jan. 25th, 2026 05:39 am
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What can I do to help besides donate? I am doing my best to target specific needs in donations, as our funds are pretty severely limited. But it never seems enough.

Last night I self-comforted by rewatching Leslie Howard's impassioned anti-war and anti-Nazi film Pimpernel Smith. It's all the more poignant considering the toxic hellspew going on now, and doubly so considering that he was shot down in 1943. So he didn't get to see the end that he predicted in a memorable speech in the film's final moments: he tells the German commander about to shoot him that Germany will not prevail, that they will go down an ever darker road until the terrible end. The lighting is suitably dramatic, only one of his eyes visible.

Among the many excellent quotations tossed off during the film is one by Rupert Brooke, who wrote brilliant and impassioned anti-war sonnets and prose before dying in 1915, so he, too, did not get to see the end of that horrible war. (This elegy to Rupert Brooke is worth a listen.)

Though Howard did not live to see the end, his film inspired Raoul Wallenberg to rescue Jews in WW II, which he would have applauded; the people Pimpernel Smith is rescuing are scientists and journalists imprisoned by the Gestapo.

The film is not just anti-Nazi, which is important. But unlike so many American films made at the time, with their guns-out, let's go blast 'em all attitudes, frequently using Nazi to represent all Germans, which was just as false as today's representation of all Americans as Trumpers.

It's worth remembering the Germans who did not support Hitler's regime, and lived in fear of the next horror their government perpetrated, whether on outsiders or on themselves. Many acted, many others froze in place. Kids, bewildered, tried to survive. I knew a handful of these: my friend Margo, who died ten years ago, was a young teen during the forties. Her mother had ceased communication with the part of her family that supported Hitler. She hid the books written by Jews behind the classics in their home library, and exhorted her two girls to be kind, be kind. Until Margo was sent to music camp on a Hitler Youth activity (all kids had to join) came home to find her home rubble, her mom and sister dead somewhere in that tangle of brick and cement after an Allied bombing mission. Her existence became hand to mouth, including what amounts to slave labor. She was thirteen at the time.

Another friend's mom, a Berliner in her mid-teens, had been coopted to work in the Chancellery typing reports for the German Navy, as there were no men left for such tasks. She lived with her mother, walking to and from work in all weather until their home was bombed. They lived in the rubble, drinking rain water that sifted through the smashed walls; her mother died right there, probably from the bad water; there was no medical care available for civilians, only for the army. This friend's dad was in the army--he had been a baker's apprentice in a small town mid-Germany until the conscription. He was seventeen. He was shot up and sent back to the Russian front five times. He survived it; I remember seeing him shirtless when he mowed the lawn. He looked like a Frankenstein's monster with all the scars criss-crossing his body, corrugated from battlefield stitchwork. That pair met and married while floating about in the detritus of the war. No homes, living off handouts from the occupation until the guy was able to get work as a construction laborer. (Few bakeries, though in later life, he made exquisite seven layer cakes and other Bavarian pastries for his family.)

What can we do? Keep on resisting, without taking up arms and escalating things to that level of nightmare. I so admire Minnesotans. I believe they are doing it right.

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