rachelmanija: (Books: old)
( Apr. 1st, 2020 10:08 am)
I'm in the middle of three books, one of which I will be in the middle of for ages as it's a ridiculously long web novel which the author is also in the middle of, unless he finished it recently and I missed it. That's Ward by Wildbow, the sequel to Worm, his engrossing million-word epic about a girl who can control bugs. If the format makes your eyes bleed, some judicious googling will turn up downloadable versions. Please do contribute to the author's Patreon or PayPal him some cash if you read.

The other books I'm in the middle of are a pair of re-reads, Fitzempress' Law by Diana Norman and Doomsday Book by Connie Willis.

Please don't comment to inform me that my links are problematic. I'm aware. My recent attempts to create less problematic book links only resulted in a cascade of milkshake ducks.

Also, please don't comment to say that you would never read what I'm reading. I get a lot of comments like that. I understand that you don't mean it in a judgy way, but it sounds judgy. I am well aware that the majority of my readers prefer to read escapist fluffy stuff when their lives are depressing.

I too sometimes have that impulse. But I just as often have the impulse to read books for a different sort of comfort: the comfort of hearing, "I've been there too. I understand. And after all that, books will still be written; the one you're reading now is proof."
Anne Rice. I read Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, and about three chapter of Queen of the Damned before getting bored, all, as I recall, while crashing at the house of someone who owned them and not much else other than The Godfather and a lot of early gay literature of the "angsty young man angsts" variety. (The book of The Godfather is not much like the movie. It opens with a scene in which a woman angsts over her hugely cavernous vagina, which is so immense that she can't even feel a normal-sized penis inside it. Luckily Sonny has an equally monstrous penis.) Honestly, the first two vampire books were entertaining popcorn reading. The vampire angst made a nice break from the sexual orientation angst and the Grand Canyon Vagina angst. (The Vampire Chronicles Collection, Volume 1)

Jessica Amanda Salmonson. I don’t seem to own them and haven’t read them in ages, but I recall enjoying her fantasy riff on the story of female samurai Tomoe Gozen, with added ghosts and demons, Tomoe Gozen and The Golden Naginata (Tomoe Gozen #2).

Sydney J. Van Scyoc. Author of a bunch of quirky, small-scale science fiction novels, of which by far the best of the ones I read was Darkchild. On a lost colony (so lost that the people living there think they’re native to it), people have evolved all sorts of adaptations to their harsh environment, from ritualized hibernation to complex new types of relationships. The ruling women have complicated and weird psychic powers, which enable them to protect their villages from the harsh environment. But these powers can only be activated by a ritual in which a teenage girl goes out alone and armed with nothing but a wooden spear, to kill the most ferocious beast she can find. If she had psychic potential to begin with, the adrenaline rush will trigger a mental and physical change in her, and she will take her mother’s place on the throne. Or maybe the beast will kill her before anything has a chance to happen. Or maybe she had no potential, and, shocked by her lack of change, will seek beast after beast until one finally takes her down. “Palace daughters” have an extremely high mortality rate.

You’d think that’s plenty of plot for one slim novel, but no! It’s really about a palace daughter who befriends a mysterious amnesiac boy whose secrets involve tons more complicated worldbuilding and plot. Intricate, fun, and strange. There are sequels which don’t live up to the lavish inventiveness of the first book, which stands on its own.

ETA: Van Scyoc was actually first published in the 60s. Thanks for the correction, [personal profile] tool_of_satan!

Nancy Springer. I read a whole bunch of her urban fantasy in the 80s and remember enjoying it, but it doesn’t seem to have stuck in my mind. There were a lot of fairy-tale references, and I am pretty sure there was one about an angsty fallen angel who becomes a rock star, which I ate up with a spoon when I was sixteen. Larque on the Wing, which I am pretty sure I would remember, sounds interesting.

Lisa Tuttle. Click on her tag for rec; I only ever read one of her solo books, but I liked it.

Connie Willis. If you’re only familiar with her novels and her more recent, fluffy short stories, I highly recommend her earlier collections of short stories, Impossible Things and Fire Watch. The title story of the latter is one of my very favorite short stories of all time. Writing at a short length eliminates most of what I sometimes find annoying about her work (bloat, padding, plots driven by endless miscommunication.) There are a few clunkers in each volume, but the overall quality is extremely high. Most of my favorites of her short stories are serious, but “In the Late Cretaceous,” in which professors and students are driven to madness by bureaucracy, lack of parking spaces, and academic in-fighting, made me laugh and laugh.

Authors I’ve never read, R-W: Marta Randall, Susan Shwartz, Pamela Sargent, Joan Vinge, Élisabeth Vonarburg, Cherry Wilder. If you’ve ever read anything by either of them, please discuss in comments.
"Fire Watch" is possibly my favorite short story of all time, but I thought Doomsday Book didn't need any but the first and last chapters in the future, and Passage was a kick-ass novella smothered in a novel's worth of padding. Given that...

1. I am about 200 pages into Blackout. It's not that nothing has happened, per se, but it feels like nothing has happened. If anyone's read this, does the story ever get going, and if so, when?

2. I am absolutely boggled that this was intended as one book but grew into two. Of the 200 pages I've read so far, if I was doing revisions, I would have cut it down to 50 at most. It's possible that some of this is crucially important set-up, but honestly I think there isn't more than 50 pages worth of that. Unless book two (and the rest of book one) is the tightest thing on earth, there was no need for this story to take up two books.

3. It is not necessary to spend pages and pages and PAGES on characters running around looking for each other to establish that life is full of missed opportunities and confusion. One or two devastating missed connections would work just as well.

4. Seriously, a university historical costume shop would only have two black skirts, total? SERIOUSLY? My high school costume shop probably had at least twenty.

I get that this is supposed to be funny, but it's the kind of joke that breaks suspension of disbelief.
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