Bookpost 18

Previous installments found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 , 7, 8, 9, 10 , 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17

 

Books of the South, Glen Cook

DNF / on hold

I return to the Black Company for the first time in a decade, and find myself in a similar place as I was then. When Cook is in his groove, and when you’re able to match yourself to that groove, it’s a great read. If you’re not in the groove, or if you lose the groove, it’s a tough sell. 

Cook’s greatest strength remains his depiction of warfare as messy and uncertain and anticlimactic and senselessly violent. Bad shit just happens for no reason as often if not more so than things go your way. That part is as good as ever.

I find things faltering when he starts moving beyond that into the bigger picture, especially when it comes to antagonists: the Shadowmasters, appropriate to their name, may as well be cartoon characters. Elements of the first trilogy come back around in a pretty unimpressive way. The depiction of fantasy!India is…it could certainly be a lot better. I am beginning to think that trying to read all three in a row (because I have the omnibus version) was a mistake, and that I only have enough in me for one Cook book at a time.

Maybe I will come back to it in the future, though if I look at my track record with this review series I very rarely ever do that.

Kabbalah: A Very Short Introduction, Joseph Dan

It’s a very honest title. Does a solid job for its length of going through the stages of thought that kabbalah has passed through over the last 500 years.

Echoes of Mist-Land, Aubertine Woodward Moore

DNF 5%

A book which I list here purely to say that, even when grading on the curve of “the book is from the 1880s”, I think the Nibelungenlied might be one of the most tedious works of literature ever devised. Whoop dee fucking doo, Siegfried is just so special and perfect. He is the most perfect and special boy. Heaven forbid a character trait emerge.

Little Fuzzy, H. Beam Piper

A short, punchy novel that, through mechanisms I have yet to determine, resides blessedly within the public domain. Worth your time. It’s aged better than a lot of sci-fi from the era - not a shining example of progressivism by any means, but certainly a winner of the “not as bad as you could have been” award. The pacing is swift, it’s an easy read, there are some good turns of phrase and sci-fi concepts scattered throughout, and it’s free. I’ve had a much worse time with books I’ve paid for.

House of Suns, Alastair Reynolds

I was not a fan of Revelation Space when I read it…seven or eight years ago? But I saw this at Half Price and thought “why not give Reynolds another shot? This one’s a standalone.”

And I am fucking glad I did. This book is solid gold. I haven’t had one that keeps the beat-to-beat plot going this fast and this smooth since Some Desperate Glory. It might take 100 pages for the inciting incident to kickoff, but that doesn’t matter because every single chapter is going to introduce something new and interesting; some new element of the setting, or a revelation about a character, or a complicating event. And not in the way that some stories will take where they keep introducing things and then never deliver, either: threads get tied off or woven back into each other as new secrets are revealed. Characters’ motivations are obscured just enough for you to keep wondering about what their actual goal is, and when those motivations are revealed it always makes sense as the source of their previous actions.

Enormous additional accolades go to the book’s emphasis on the unimaginable enormity of space and time. No FTL here. Our POV characters are effectively immortal and have technology to mitigate a lot of the downtime, which leads to something I have never seen before in my life: a story that can maintain its tension and stakes even when anywhere from a few dozen to tens of thousands of years are being elided. It’s got some incredible sci-fi concepts to chew on, and several that will definitely be working their way into my standard repertoire (friendship ended with cryosleep, now abeyance is my best friend)

Go read it. 

Book of Imaginary Beings, Jorge Luis Borges

A bestiary in the classical sense; a work wholly unconcerned with ecological realism, historical accuracy, consistency, or internal logic. This isn’t a negative. It flows dreamlike, one entry to the next like a lazy river in book form. Some of the entries are undercooked, and I do find myself getting a bit irritated by the “which of these sources are even real”, but on the whole it’s a great read and you’re bound to get something out of it. Even if he does use the Wade-Giles romanization of Chinese. And does that horrible Orientalist thing of literally translating Japanese names instead of just writing the names.

The Marigold, Andrew F. Sullivan

DNF 55 / 349

The vibes should have been my thing (mold-based near future dystopic weirdness), and the writing is overall strong (character department in particular, from the part that I read), but upon realizing that there wasn’t really an overarching plot and that we were jumping to an entirely new character and an entirely new scenario every 6 pages or so, it lost me. I love me a cobbled together frame narrative out of fragments, but there’s gotta be something bigger underneath to provide scaffolding.

Gods of the North, Robert E. Howard

Had a long-languishing collection of his short stories on my kindle, and quickly realized why it is long-languishing: I fucking hate Howard’s writing. I hate it in that extremely unhelpful way where I want to rewrite it just to make a point, despite it being practically guaranteed as a waste of effort better put towards original works. I have a chronic case of “I can fix it” for the literary works of old dead racists.

This is an extremely short story, it doesn’t have Conan in it, and it is an absolute nothing of a story. A plotless exercise in psychopathic violence, plus a sexual assault. There’s no other content to be had.
HPL can potentially give you an interesting idea to chew on, hidden somewhere in the neurotic racism; REH doesn’t even bother with interesting ideas.

The Door To Saturn, Clark Ashton Smith

Changing gears drastically, I then read this story immediately after Gods of the North and had a blast. It fucking slaps. Smith, in a wild departure from his Weird Tales contemporaries, actually knows how to do setup and payoff. There are jokes in this story that are still funny, on top of just not letting up on the weird and evocative imagery. Definitely going to read the rest of his stuff now, this left an excellent first impression.

The Unspoken Name, A. K. Larkwood

DNF 4%

The opening, as far as I read, is Tombs of Atuan with balsa wood prose. Few things are more damning than hitting "I wish I was reading a better, different book" when you have barely moved past the prologue. If you're going to do trope-dominated genre fic, it needs prose to back it up. The one interesting thing it has going for it is the fact that the main characters have tusks, which I presume is to imply that they are orcs. As an aside, I think tusks on orcs is usually pretty silly - they're an aesthetic leftover from old school pig-headed orcs that are only there for repetition's sake and no one except the occasional absolute madman bothers to explore the ramifications of what happens to a human jaw when it has tusks.