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Winter to me always feels like a good time to revisit Tolkien, so yesterday while recovering from Christmas I picked up the copy of Beren and Lúthien that I had borrowed from my girlfriend over the summer. Like most of the books on Tolkien’s unfinished works, this was put together by his son, Christopher Tolkien, as part of the run of post-movie-series books that revisited tales told or explicated in works like The Silmarillion and the History of Middle-Earth series, but that rather than being compilations of many different tales, focused on one tale per volume and took us through their development and the various drafts.

The tale of Beren and Lúthien is one of the most important tales of the First Age, and it is referenced a lot in The Lord of the Rings, especially as concerns the romance between Aragorn and Arwen. This work compiles various versions, both finished and unfinished, in verse and in prose, to illustrate the development of the tale over the years as Tolkien fiddled with it, changing names and occurrences and how much detail to go into. The early versions of the tale are interesting particularly for how they differ from the version alluded to in The Lord of the Rings, which must be regarded as canon: in the very earliest draft Beren is not even a mortal man, but an Elf (or Gnome) from a rival group of Elves. In addition, one of the earlier version features Morgoth’s (or Melko, in this one) lieutenant Tevildo, the Prince of Cats, a rather comic character who occupies the space in the more serious later versions occupied by Sauron (who also goes through a bunch of names, spending some time as Thu the Necromancer). Tevildo is some sort of demon in cat form who holds all other cats in thrall and makes them big and scary, and his enemy is the hound Huan, who sticks around through all versions of the story even when the silly cat vs. dog rivalry is abandoned. Some of the cats have silly names like “Miaule.” I loved this version of the story but it definitely had a more The Hobbit sort of bedtime-stories-for-children vibe than this particular tragic romance seems to call for. Sometimes we forget that Tolkien could be a very funny man when he wanted to be.

This book also has a bunch of gorgeous illustrations by Alan Lee, apparently the only person to do correct Middle-Earth illustrations, going by some of the nonsense I’ve seen. It really is just a gorgeous book, gorgeous story, gorgeous poetry. (And much easier to read than the HoME series.) Highly recommended for Tolkien fans.
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This year I decided to reread The Silmarillion! I have not read it in about… twenty years. Jesus, that makes me feel old. Anyway, I decided to break it up into chunks and read a bit each month for the first 6 months of the year. This meant reading about 60-odd pages each month, which is plenty for a book this dense.

I must admit that my first thought is indeed “Oh wow, this book is very dense.” I remember having a difficult time with it when I first read it in ninth grade–so many names! Such archaic language! So little dialogue!--but I am older and wiser now and have a whole English degree under my belt, so I figured it was largely an issue of it being Above My Reading Level when I was 15.

Alas, no, this really is a very dense and busy book. It’s actually four books, of which the Valaquenta (or Quenta Silmarillion) is the biggest one, and it covers many hundreds or possibly a few thousands of years and several generations of Elf shenanigans. Everyone has five names and is given a full genealogy of people who also have five names. All the places have five names too. In keeping with the Anglo-Saxon tradition of which Tolkien was a scholar, families frequently repeated name elements instead of having family names, so you get whole families whose names all start with Fin- or Ea- or El- or whatever. It is! So! Much!

That said, the language, while often hard to follow, has a grave and archaic regality to it, thus fitting the type of story it is exactly. And the stories, once you can get past the language and its reliance on abstractions (the thing I find most difficult as a modern reader, honestly–I’m not only used to much more concrete writing, but in many sectors of my life, that type of thing is a huge red flag for bullshit), are great–epic tales of fighting dragons and stealing gems and exploring the world, with doomed love and giant spiders and all sorts of extremely cool shit that other fantasy authors have been ripping off lo these past fifty years. We get the tale of Feanor’s bad decisions and his unfortunate family; the heroic exploits of Beren and Luthien; a short version of the Tale of Turin Turambar; and many other individual episodes that would probably each bear up a whole movie trilogy if someone with a huge budget and a sense of restraint could wrestle the rights away from the Tolkien Estate, which I’m kind of glad they won’t actually. This is not cinematic writing so you’d have to make up a whole bunch of new material and that would then annoy Tolkien purists, probably including me. But there’s a great sense of vastness here, a really impressive feeling that you’re looking at merely a sliver of a whole world long gone, and there’s something incredibly compelling about that.

Given that I have only read this book once, but in the intervening twenty years I have listened to Blind Guardian’s album Nightfall in Middle-Earth approximately infinity times, one experience I kept having was sudden tiny bursts of familiarity. I’d be reading these long dense pages trying to remember what I had read on the previous page, and suddenly a sentence or a turn of phrase would jump off the page and bonk me in the teenage nostalgia part of my brain, and I’d know exactly where in the album we were. Then I would have the relevant song stuck in my head for a bit.

Anyway, now that I’ve finished the book, I… kind of want to immediately go back and reread it again? There’s just so much going on in it that I didn’t retain; I need to do it again and maybe find a study guide this time.
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In another short book for a short month (although this February is at least a little longer than most Februaries), I checked out the newest Wayward Children novella, Mislaid in Parts Half-Known. This one follows pretty directly upon the last one: our main character is again Antsy, who has found her way to the school and has sort-of fallen in with our group of series mains, rooming briefly with Cora and getting saved from Seraphina’s machinations by Kade, Sumi, Cora, Christopher, and some of the Whitethorn escapees.

This honestly seemed a little bit of a bridge book, referring heavily to stuff that happened elsewhere in the series and serving mostly to tidy up some loose ends around Antsy and, to a lesser extent, Sumi and Kora. The main plot is the direct follow-up to how Antsy left things at the shop, which perhaps not surprisingly didn’t go exactly to plan. There is some fun jaunting around to Prism and then to a world full of dinosaurs (I did honestly think the dinosaurs would take up more of the book, given that they are on the front cover, but the sojourn into dinosaur world was pretty brief), but most of it take place either at school or in the Shop Where the Lost Things Go. Series-wise, the biggest turn seems to be the increasing clues that Eleanor may be losing her touch and responsibility needing to be increasingly turned over to Kade–who, we find out, may have been kicked out of his world by the fairies whose rules he broke by being a guy, but who is wanted back in that world very much by the goblin side of things, who have named him the Goblin Prince. It would be great fun for the series to head in the direction of that showdown, but if it does, who will take care of the school? And that’s the thing that makes me want to read more of these–less the enjoyment of this particular installment and more just the positioning of the characters at the end, where some plotlines have resolved and others seem to be opening up. That said, these books are so short that it doesn’t feel like a big ripoff to have one installment where it feels like not much happened and stuff just moved around the way it would if this were a series of 800-page doorstoppers; sometimes you gotta move some characters around. Anyway, we’ll see what happens next.
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Sometime when I wasn’t looking, another Craft book came out. This one is called Dead Country and it promises to be the beginning of the Craft Wars series. It’s a lot shorter than Ruin of Angels, clocking in at just under 250 pages. Therefore, I was able to devour the entire thing in less than one weekend.

After the big, planes-spanning drama of Ruin of Angels, this one seemed–at least at first–much more limited in scope. We’re back with our series-starting protagonist Tara Abernathy, now going home to the desert farming community of Edgemont to attend her father’s funeral. Tara had never particularly fit in well in this rinky-dink village on the edge of the Badlands, even before they chased her out of town with pitchforks for witchcraft, and it doesn’t get any less uncomfortable when she shows back up in her fancy suit with her body covered in glyphs.

Tara’s plan to get in, attend the funeral, and get out is foiled by an attack from the Raiders, whose black magic curse is somehow different than it used to be–threaded through with some sort of white fibrous substance that seems to lend it extra vitality and malevolence. Tara ends up staying to help save Edgemont and take down the Raiders; to do so she has to communicate with the other people in the town in order to build wards that define and protect the town as understood by its inhabitants. There’s all kinds of heartwarming character growth and also some sick-ass wizard battles. And behind it all is the threat of bigger, even more fucked-up things than the old God Wards–big spidery things among the stars, and the possibility of the creation of a god born of Craft. It’s definitely a setup to the bigger arc that I assume the Craft Wars series will follow, and it’s definitely an engaging one! I will for sure be reading Wicked Problems when it releases in April.
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I read H. A. Clarke’s The Scratch Daughters and it was basically everything I wanted; i.e., it was super gay and had lots of Mr. Scratch in it. The story picks up several weeks after the end of the first book, and things are not going well for Sideways. Not having her soul is fucking her up. The rest of the Scapegracers are trying to balance helping Sideways get her specter back, not getting their own specters stolen, and Chett-hexing local assholes on behalf of the women they have hurt. This balancing act is not working for Sideways, who is in basically a constant dissociative state and keeps getting phantom thoughts and feelings of what Madeline is doing. The girls descend into some pretty bitter fighting and Sideways goes off half-cocked all on her own (or sort of on her own, she’s got her stolen bike and Mr. Scratch, after all) to hunt down Madeline Kline, and separately, Madeline Kline’s specter. Various things go entertainingly wrong but Sideways survives and eventually pulls it out of the bag because, while the world is full of awful people, it’s also full of good ones, and Sideways has some of the good ones on her side—in addition to her coven, she’s got her fantastic dads Boris and Julian, and a stray queer kid that she finds in the woods whose identity would be a massive spoiler. Much like the last book, the plot is eventful and witchy and fun enough, but the real fun of the book is in the characters and the general vibes. There is some very cool creepy magic and Sideways continues to lick her teeth a lot (they are her favorite bones). I had a great time and hope the third book happens in a timely fashion!
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It was time to reread H. A. Clarke’s The Scapegracers so that I could remember what happened now that the sequel is out, and also for reasons relating to my particular book shelving system. The second time around, this book is still quite a vibe. Very character-driven, very gay. The plot is fun enough to hang the story on and I do want to know what happens next, although mostly I am reading the sequel because I want more Sideways and more Mr. Scratch. It’s definitely more YA than I’m used to reading these days but it’s still quite good. My one major criticism is that Sideways needs to do her laundry and soon; the cool disheveled thing stops being cool real fast when you become the smelly kid.
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I finished up Brandon Sanderson’s Wax and Wayne series by borrowing my girlfriend’s friend’s copy of The Lost Metal, a title that really doesn’t sound exciting at all unless you’re already familiar with the series. Which is fine, because the book would also make no sense if you hadn’t read the first three. There’s a lot going on! There is in fact enough new stuff introduced in this book that it’d probably be unreadably complicated if you didn’t already know all the stuff introduced in the first three books.

This book takes place a few years after the end of The Bands of Mourning and our heroes are approaching middle age. Wax has two children and spends most of his time doing senator stuff; Marasi and Wayne are now partners as constables. Marasi is dating the Malwish guy we met halfway through Book 3; he is apparently really into baking. Things seem to be in a pretty good groove except for the looming threat of war with the rest of the Basin, especially Bilming. The plot really gets cracking when MeLaan breaks up with Wayne because Harmony needs her to go do something off on another planet.

I do have to say I have sort of split feelings on where the plot goes in this book. The stuff that is related to our previous plots and characters about things that happen on this planet (apparently named Scadrial) were cool, and I feel like everyone’s arcs wrapped up fairly satisfyingly, although Marasi’s is teasing me with a desire for a future short story or novella about her later career. But the expansion into the rest of the Cosmere I was a little less excited about. Like the content itself was pretty cool but it hit upon my current exhaustion with the constant franchising of everything. I think me-ten-years-ago would still have thought the crossover stuff was cool but right now it just felt a little too “subscribe to Brandon Sanderson’s newsletter” and I will not be subscribing to any author’s newsletters unless I know them personally, and sometimes not even then, thanks. I might check out some of Sanderson’s other works at some point but I don’t think this made me want to read them more.

The two are not really separable, though, since the whole answer to the Set and its terrible behavior involves the other gods that exist throughout this universe–and the magic theology of Harmony as being one of several gods each made out of parts of a different, older dead god is extremely cool. It is actually cool that this results in different planets that all have different functioning, real religions and ways that magic works. I just apparently have no sense of fun anymore when it comes to crossovers and Easter eggs and shit.

Anyway, back on Scadrial, we have all the steampunk Wild West gunslinger shenanigans you could ask for, a lot of extremely goofy dialogue from Wayne, increasingly explodey weapons, and a truly D&D-like number of underground bunkers. I recommend searching Spotify for “Steampunk Instrumentals” before reading even though–or perhaps because–this isn’t a real genre of music and the main stuff you will find are the soundtracks to Guy Ritchie’s Sherlock Holmes movies. They pair excellently.
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Usually around this time of year I manage to read about 1,000 pages between Christmas and New Year’s, but this year I spent a bunch of that time playing games, so the first book of 2023 is Brandon Sanderson’s Shadows of Self, the second book in the Wax and Wayne series, which seems to be his only series where the books are regularly around 300-400 pages instead of 1,000.

In this one, the short version of the problem is that a mysterious killer named Bleeder is stoking the entirely justifiable grievances of the industrializing populace to foment the most destructively disruptive forms of civil unrest she can think of–and our intrepid heroes have to stretch their imaginations to match hers, because she’s got grievances that wouldn’t even occur to normal people. The cops keep trending toward defaulting toward mass repression despite everyone being aware that the rioting masses are, politically, entirely correct. Marasi has officially become a constable right now–basically the EA to the new head of her octant’s division–and is dealing with office politics. Wax mostly shoots things magnificently, sasses God, and has existential breakdowns. Wayne continues to be very funny. Steris is still my favorite character. This is a very plot-driven crime thriller type of book so it’s hard to talk much about anything without major spoilers, but let’s just say that, for all the obvious similarities to early industrial America, a world where religious stuff is unambiguously real and the cops are not the immediate descendants of runaway slave patrols means that some things go down a little differently than they would in real life. (Also, you know, magic.) However it is still quite fun and twisty and sets up the next book very effectively.
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The fourth book of the second series in Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn saga was recently published, which means that that series is complete and it’s safe for me to start reading it. To that end I picked up The Alloy of Law from the library–and was quite surprised to find it at little over 300 pages! By Brandon Sanderson standards that is practically a short story.

This series takes place about three hundred years after the end of the last series, and things on the reborn world are steampunkifying rapidly. Our hero is a nobleman-turned-lawkeeper by the gooftastic name of Waxillium Ladrian, who has an almost preternatural capability with guns. Wax has spent most of his career busting skulls in an attempt to bring law-n-order to the Roughs, but has returned to the capital city of Elendel to do his duty as house heir following a series of personal tragedies, such as the death of his uncle and sister (thus leaving the house lordship vacant) and the fatal shooting of his girlfriend (thus fucking him up emotionally). A series of very mysterious train robberies is scaring the city, and despite Wax’s attempts to stay away from sheriff shenanigans and only due lordly things, circumstances conspire to draw him back in. Thus does Wax, in concert with his Roughs buddy Wayne and a young criminology student named Marasi, end up engaged in a high-octane combination of magically fueled shootouts and investigative crime-solving.

Many things about this book are what I am finding to be typical of Sanderson’s work. The magic system is very much a hard one, although interestingly, some of it is a bit different than it was in the first three Mistborn books—the in-universe “science” of understanding and wielding magic has clearly advanced. The plot twists are meticulously developed and deployed for maximum twistiness, occasionally at the expense of a coherent theme or politics (the plots cohere just fine—the twists all add up perfectly square, as far as I remember). The fight scenes are hella good; what (thankfully) little romance there is is pretty thin. The characters are fun and funny, although the degree to which I am emotionally attached to any of them is limited (except Steris, who I have a great deal of sympathy for). The banter is excellent if you like banter and would probably get annoying if you don’t.

The most fun thing for me about this book (besides Wayne’s obsession with hats) is seeing the changes in world-building from the last series. In addition to the general fun steampunk/Wild West vibe, which is always a good time, it’s fun seeing the events of the previous books rendered into history and religion, with varying degrees of accuracy. In the three hundred years since one person was definitively established as God, popular understanding of what went down has splintered into a variety of different faiths—including one that worships Ironeyes (clearly Marsh), who has otherwise been rendered into a sort of devil or bogeyman in the popular consciousness.

The setup for the sequel, which obviously I will not reiterate now, is intriguing enough that I have put in a hold for the next book at the library even though I had to do some weird system search shenanigans to find it. Hopefully it gets here soon and is nice and long.
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Completing my journey through Earthsea, I read Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Other Wind, the final installment of what she apparently liked to call the Earthsea Trilogies.

This is a weird one–not that the others were particularly normal–which gets deep into the root of the relationship between humans, magic, dragons, and death. It brings together all our old favorite characters and a couple of new ones on a strange little quest to make restitution for the ancient betrayal of the agreement between men and dragons that was made when they split into two species. This quest is precipitated when the spirits in the land of the dead, a gloomy grey place that Ged and Lebannen visited in book 4, start channeling their desire to be free through the dreams of a kind widowed village sorcerer of medium magical talents. In this one, our motley crew of heroes–minus Ged, who stays home to keep house–has to reconcile the differences between the mythology of the people of the Archipelago, dragon mythology, and Kargish mythology in order to figure out what they must do, after which doing it is taxing (and costly) but nevertheless the easy part.

Our old standby characters–namely Ged and Tenar–have gone past middle-aged and are now squarely elders, and our former child and adolescent heroes have now grown up into youngish adults, but nevertheless adults. They have all learned things over the course of their previous adventures and do a lot of thinking and talking about what they have–and have not–figured out about life and death and society. It’s a very philosophical book, as most of Le Guin’s are. However it is also pleasingly filled with dragons and ghosts and sea voyages and wizards, and even some cute animal companions, a staple of fantasy writing that Le Guin doesn’t often employ.

Overall this was definitely the thematic final stand the series needed, even if it wasn’t a final climactic battle or any of the things you’d expect. Knocking over a wall seems pretty in keeping with Le Guin’s general philosophy and politics, though.
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While maybe technically not Gothic enough to constitute “spooky reason reading” proper, I nonetheless checked out the sequel to Mistborn: The Final Empire, Brandon Sanderson’s The Well of Ascension, from the library. This turned out to be pretty good “hanging out on the couch recovering from a cold” reading once the cold recovery moved into book-reading territory (the first few days I couldn’t really manage more than video). This is in part because it was 600 pages long so it kept me occupied, but also it was pretty good! It started off a bit slow, and partly this may have been because I wasn’t feeling 100% (usually I’m fine with slow) but also it is genuinely quite a lot of what is clearly setup - classic “middle book syndrome” but still a pretty solid middle book. What it has been setting up towards has thus far had good payoff, very twisty and slippery - the last 150 or 200 pages were riveting once I had put in all the work to get that far and get invested. Vin once again picks up the conversational idiot ball when confronted with Straff Venture’s progeny and spends far too much time saying anything at all to Zane other than “Why are you here, you weirdo?” and I was relieved that he died when he did because he was frankly an insufferable edgelord. Elend on the other hand is fleshed out more and becomes less annoying than he was in the last book, running face-first into the hell that is actual, non-theoretical self-governance as part of an August Deliberative Body and handling the frustrations thereof with some measure of integrity and dignity, as well as admirable restraint from grandstanding. Overall I feel like the politics of this book are a little iffy in a very traditional fantasy direction but Sanderson certainly has “everything that sucks about working in committee” down, except for “having to learn Robert’s Rules.”

Possibly my favorite plot threads were the ones involving Sazed, the religious scholar, and Tindwyl, the bitchy biography expert, both of the secret order of forbidden thing-knowing from Terris. They are in a “the Power of Friendship and Document Review” story and in an unusual twist for that genre it is the “Document Review” part of that where betrayal awaits. So that was really fascinating to me as someone who both enjoys Power of Friendship and Document Review stories and also has some criticisms about the degree to which many writers’ belief that the answer to everything is either finding or committing writing seeps into their stories.

Vin keeps leveling up to terrifying degrees and also manages a little character growth as well. She is a solid protagonist but I still found myself more interested in the secondary characters this time around; she is a very comfortable and enjoyable character type for me so while I enjoyed reading her perfectly fine I still felt like her internal struggles, while not badly done, were still nothing I haven’t seen from like at least three Tamora Pierce heroines and three hundred knockoff Tamora Pierce heroines. I trust she will manage to save the world without accidentally unleashing Something Even Worse by the end of the series; that’s how these things go. Hope she gets to retire peacefully and doesn’t have to die tragically in order to make that happen, but we’ll see.

Overall, solid fantasy doorstopper, will keep reading.
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In preparation for Nona I read Harrow the Ninth for the third time. This time I tried to read it more slowly, even though my reading-slowly-on-purpose skills have somewhat deteriorated over the years. I don’t think I’m quite clever enough to have figured out who’s in the last section, but I will only live in ignorance for another week or so. (I don’t usually try to guess twists, I just want to see how they happen, but I’ve been wondering Who Is Nona for like a year now so I tried to pay attention.)

Even knowing the big reveals, this was still a tricksy little hobbit of a book. Only part of this is due to the protagonist being possibly-insane-possibly-haunted-definitely-unwell; the rest is due to much of the rest of the cast also being possibly insane, haunted, dead, and various other things (and definitely unwell). God continues to be just some guy, and extremely cringe to boot. I can’t wait for the next book.
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I got Locklands, the third book in Robert Jackson Bennett’s Founders trilogy, out from the library nearly as soon as it was released. I read about two-thirds of it before I had to return it, then put it right back on hold. Now, after an interruption of a few weeks, I have finished it.

Due to the interruption I am having a little trouble in my head sorting out the degree to which it was a satisfying ending versus the degree to which I am merely satisfied to have finally finished it–I enjoyed the series but I am also enjoying having a nice actual-trilogy-just-as-was-promised wrapped up and done with. I have gotten to the end of the story and no longer have to wait for any further updates.

I am a little tired of the general mode of endless content generation and the franchising of everything these days. I am in particular still feeling a little bit burned about the fact that A Song of Ice and Fire will simply never be completed, and am retreating into a little hobbit hole of feelings where I don’t want to pick up any new series that aren’t finished. I am waiting on the next installments of the series I am already invested in–some of which have seen multiple publishing delays, often but not always due to the pandemic–and while I do not want to turn into a cranky entitled fan whomst thinks various authors are my bitch, neither do I want to start up reading another beginning of a story without knowing if the end will ever exist. So it’s very satisfying to me right now simply to wrap up the Founders trilogy and put it down.

That said, I did also enjoy reading it. I do think wrapping it up at three was the correct call, since the rules of narrative escalation here were already pushing at the beginnings of becoming overextended. It’s a series about big, world-changing magics and immensely powerful beings with big ideas about rewriting reality; things that were Thought Impossible in one book are old hat a few hundred pages later, so the complexity of the magic system and of the plot–and the accompanying technobabble–grow considerably over the course of the series.

Despite all the increasingly hyperpowered and complex scriving stuff–its aesthetic is Renaissance-Italian-flavored but the way it functions is basically “what if you lived in a simulation, and you learned to code; then you’d be a magician”–the basic message of the series (to the degree that it is message fiction, which it mostly isn’t except right at the end) is anti-technocracy: all the bad guys keep trying to single-handedly “fix” the world with horrifyingly powerful magics and end up just murdering shit-tons of people because they’re so up their own asses with incredible power and tunnel vision about imposing their idea of “fixed” on the world by editing reality with ever more elaborate feats of magic. Ultimately it turns out that advanced technology can help people build stuff that makes the world better, just not if it’s all in the hands of one megalomaniacal douchebag with a savior complex. However the series doesn’t read like a thinly veiled critique of Silicon Valley self-importance–if it is one, it is very thickly veiled in a bunch of heist drama and pseudo-Italian merchant houses and a lot of old-fashioned bloody warfare. My brain just goes in odd nerd-bashing directions when presented with something like “unlocking a locked door by arguing with it until you convince it its unlocked” (similar to my brain’s reaction to the way speaking works in Dune–it’s a perfectly fine spec fic reading experience but a little voice in my head still wants to ruin the moment by crowing “LOL, you wish, nerdboy”).

Anyway, Locklands takes place several years after the events of Shorefall, and our intrepid heroes are in a long, grinding war against the entity now known as Tevanne, which is basically a hyperpowered heirophantic consciousness that has been absorbing hosts and cities and weapons and stuff like a big grim Katamari Damacy of murder. The forces opposing Tevanne have coalesced into a weird little floating nation that functions cooperatively, due largely to a complicated system of scrivings that allow them to basically all be mentally networked. Within this magically networked nation are a bunch of even more tight-knit magical networks called cadences, which is basically a committee that’s mind-melded into a hivemind. It’s convincing in the book but also I am trying to imagine being psychically networked with everyone else in my committees in DSA and frankly the idea makes me wish to instantly die.

All these big juiced-up consciousnesses being singlehandedly dedicated to war means that this book has lots of fighting–and not just normal fighting, big earth-shattering fighting where entire mountains and cities and oceans get tossed around like footballs! Weird stuff happens to the sky! Ancient ruins are explored! We rummage around in the deepest darkest oldest corners of the world uncovering long-buried secrets until stuff makes sense! Clef makes jokes! Actually, in some spots, things get so dire that Clef stops making jokes, which is how you know things have gotten very serious, and there’s no more serious you could go, which is why I think a fourth book would have broken this series. As it is, I found it to be a pretty solid Big Magic Heist series, and big magic heists are a subset of fantasy that I enjoy quite a lot, so it was nice to read these instead of fretting about the release date for The Thorn of Emberlain.
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It is almost time for Nona the Ninth and, in the interest of being minimally confused (unlike when I first read Harrow), I figured that meant it was time for a reread of Gideon the Ninth (and hopefully I’ll be able to fit in Harrow the Ninth sometime in the next two weeks as well).

While I continue to largely enjoy this book because it is pitched directly at me personally in a manner that makes me want to bang my spoon on the table and chant “One of us, one of us,” I also am genuinely hooked on wanting to know what the goddamn deal is in this Catholic-but-worse-because-God-is-just-some-douchebag Empire. Rereading definitely let me pick up on things I’d missed or just sort of blown past in earlier reads. Rereading also lets me gain a deeper appreciation for just how fucked up everyone in this series is, which is always fun.

Am I gonna reread this series every year? I will at least until it’s all published.
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After having regrown a little bit of brain and ability to even after my dumb-books-only weekend away and with the move completed, I decided to revisit John Crowley’s Little, Big. I’d read this in my first semester at college and didn’t remember very much of it–it didn’t make much of an impression on me and I vaguely remembered it being very slow; the only bit that had stuck in my head after nearly seventeen years (!!!) was the bit where Sophie, after a youth spent dreaming profusely, laments how much time there is in the day to fill up when you don’t sleep through all of it. I don’t know why that bit stuck with me, but it did.

Upon revisiting, I can definitely see why younger me didn’t love it too much–it’s a slow, sprawling, domestic sort of book that’s mostly about love and marriage and children and only sometimes about fairies–but this time around I enjoyed it a lot. It predominantly tells the story of the lifecycle of a big, sprawling house with multiple fronts in different architectural styles, and of five or so generations of the family that live in it (and that live in some odd little tenements in the City, associated with the same architectural firm). There’s a lot of intimations about Something going on but it tends to take hundreds of pages for anyone to figure out what it is. One of the things I like about this book is that it doesn’t over-explain; in fact, it barely explains at all–a lot of the dialogue is about the family members who are more sort of in touch with the fairy world failing to be able to explain it to anyone else, and there are lots of little pieces that are eventually made clear enough for the reader to connect but there’s never any moment like “And that’s when so-and-so realized that Grandfather Trout was actually August!” the way there would be in… well, probably anything that was trying to be a little more commercial and a little less literary/magical-realism-y. The whole book has a sort of unsettled dreamy quality that I think I once found boring but this time really drew me in. (Also, the house has a Gothic bathroom.)

The book does have an actual plot and several subplots, they are just hard to explain and I don’t want to spoil them. Our main character, if there is one, in the beginning is Smoky Barnable, who marries into the family–and into the house. He is in some ways excluded from the family’s secrets, but he is definitely more bound to the house than many of the other family members. The timeline starts with his marriage to Daily Alice Drinkwater, and then flashes back to cover the previous generations of the family, and jumps around a lot. Later in the book we have the trials and tribulations of Smoky’s son, Auberon, who goes to the City to seek his fortune and has not at all the kinds of adventures he was expecting, and we have an ominous political situation involving a mysterious guy named Russell Eigenblick and a very powerful mage named Ariel Hawksquill, known to the youngest Barnables as the Lady with the Alligator Purse (this is my favorite touch in the whole book). But the absolutely most bonkers subplot is the story of Lilac, the illegitimate child of Daily Alice’s younger sister Sophie and–well, it depends who you ask, and whether or not they are lying to you. But the three Lilacs and their various mysterious disappearances are definitely the strangest and most overtly fantastic parts of the story, and they are also very creepy, which I liked.

At any rate, I am glad I reread this and I’d definitely recommend it highly if you are looking for some adult (as in for people with a few years under their belts, not as in Adult Content) fantasy and like big weird houses.
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Another book that I brought up to Maine was Alwyn Hamilton’s Rebel of the Sands, which I admit I did not really expect to like very much. I’ve sort of gone off YA a bit and basically picked up a few this weekend so that I could get them off my TBR shelves, and figured it was a good weekend to read them because my brain is soft and tired and made of cheese, and I was worried that once my head is good and rested I would simply never be able to read them. Also, I was slightly suspicious of a desert-flavored adventure written by a white author, because fantasy writing is full of white people writing exotic desert locales in very cringey ways, starting with Dune and going from there. So, in short, my expectations were not very high going in.

That said, said expectations were nicely surpassed. Clocking in at around 300 pages, it’s a fast-paced, frequently funny, very readable little gunslinging adventure about djinns and overthrowing tyrants and how much it sucks to live in a dying factory town in a militarized society under unaccountable armed occupation, and lots of terrible dudes get the shit beaten out of them. It is neither subtle nor thought-provoking, but it is fun. I liked it maybe slightly better than Vengeance Road but not as much as Gunslinger Girl, but overall I’d say if you liked one or both of those you may like this one too.
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I’m trying to get through some of the books people have lent me before I move so, after reading the Pride book, I figured it was time to read the other book Talya lent me, a YA fantasy called The Black Veins. I’ve been a little off YA lately–I don’t know how much is that I’m aging out of it, how much is that I’ve read so much of it in my life that it’s gotten stale, and how much is that it’s become such a huge market that things are being rushed to print noticeably under-edited–but this one sounded fun so I figured I’d give it a shot.

And it was indeed fun! Our protagonist, Blythe, is a Guardian, which in theory means she is an extra-powerful magician, except that she’s never actually had her powers manifest or know what to do with them or anything. Her family is kidnapped as part of some political machinations between two magical countries, neither of which Blythe’s family is allied with; Blythe, who actually likes her family, then sets out to gather the other six Guardians and make them help her rescue them. Various high-octane shenanigans ensue on the course of this quest, the violence is very much action-movie violence, most of the Guardians start off hating each other but eventually develop into a found family, at least half the Guardians are queer but we are spared any Obligatory Romantic Subplots. Overall it’s a good time.

As for the under-editing: this one has an excuse in that it is self-published, but all the same, I did end up stopping to check (more than once) that I wasn’t reading an ARC/uncorrected proof and only realized it was self-pub when I couldn’t find a publishing house name upon scouring the front matter. I know it’s expensive to hire multiple rounds of good editors and it’s extremely hard to edit your own work, but this really needed to go through at least one more round of edits by someone familiar with the word “faze.”

Professional grumpiness aside, I did enjoy reading this one a lot more than I expected, given how tired I am with YA these days.
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For some reason I had thought that Seanan McGuire’s Wayward Children series was complete after Across the Green Grass Fields, but there was no reason for me to actually think that, and I was pleased to discover that I was wrong, with the publication of Where the Drowned Girls Go. This one is about Cora, the mermaid, who is suffering something somewhere between PTSD and being haunted after her encounter with the Drowned Gods in the Moors, a very different set of underwater shenanigans than her first time through a door, her “own” door to the Trenches.

Cora decides that she can’t get better at Miss Eleanor’s and decides to transfer to the other school for children who have experienced portal fantasies: the Whitethorn Institute, a grimly regimented reform-school type of establishment designed to crush the desire to re-find their doors out of the students.

The grueling conformity of Whitethorn, which is basically a kind of psychological boot camp, actually does wind up helping Cora beat back the influence of the Drowned Gods, but the cost is high. The students are largely miserable and take it out on each other. Cora sticks out due to her size and her blue hair, and the sleep problems she’s been having ever since the Drowned Gods got their tentacles into her psyche don’t mesh well with the brutally rigid schedule and early-morning alarms. She doesn’t make friends.

At least, not until Sumi shows up and, being Sumi, causes chaos.

Like the other Wayward Children books, this volume focuses on a lot of heavy subjects but ultimately winds up being a heartwarming adventure. Fatphobia, bullying, trauma, and attempted suicide are major subjects; the series themes of identity, conformity, choice, and rejection are continued. Eventually the characters learn to work together to get themselves out of their predicament (in this case, the Institute) and be big damn heroes along the way (in this case, by figuring out some terrible secrets about how the Institute is run and staffed) and some of them even become friends. Regan, from Across the Green Grass Fields, makes an appearance and is folded into our main gang of heroes.

According to Goodreads another book is expected next year, and it looks like there are actually supposed to be 10 books in the series. I’m pleased about this since I find this series to be really good comfort reads–they’re short and queer and genre-savvy and full of big feelings and the Power of Friendship and finding out who you really are, and they are a bit sentimental and full of absurd things and could easily be just flat-out cheesy but they’re just smart and dark enough not to be. I could reread the whole series in a weekend.
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Back in the before-times I was at a real live in-person convention and attended a kaffeeklatsch for Catherynne M. Valente, whereupon I bought a copy of The Glass Town Game. All I knew about it was that it was about the Brontes, and since I like the Brontes, that was about all I needed to be interested.

The Glass Town Game is a novel about a fictionalized version of the game that the Bronte children actually played together. It is, in many ways, a classic children’s portal fantasy, with strong The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland vibes and very similar illustrations. It’s got the same long winding sentences and twee capitalizations and charmingly pun-based humor, and lots of references to British history and literature. It’s nominally for younger readers but full of references to things that most likely only adults will get, so it was very charming to read as an adult, especially one with a degree in English literature. I can’t quite decide if I like it with the same part of me that likes the Muppets or the same part of me that likes Cold Comfort Farm, but it definitely goes in a very different direction from most of the 19th-century-Gothic-novel fanfiction I’ve seen, and I appreciate that.

Despite clocking in at over 500 pages (which is one of the reasons I picked it up now), it’s a very fast read, since it is written more or less at a middle-grade level. I’m not sure it was real deep–themes include the importance of storytelling, and that Branwell is a sexist little shit–but it was a very charming, Anglophilic way to sink a February weekend.
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Lately I have been generally In A Weird Mood so I decided to continue my Arthuriana kick by tackling a book I have been vaguely intending to read for decades, but have been hesitant to pick up for the past 8 years or so: Marion Zimmer Bradley’s The Mists of Avalon. Bradley has been dead for 20 years and I acquired my copy because a friend was throwing his away, so no money has gone to Bradley (obviously) or whoever is running her estate. It’s hard to get excited about reading a book by someone who committed child abuse, even if they are dead. But The Mists of Avalon was A Really Big Deal in the world of Arthuriana and in fantasy writing generally, and until quite recently it was especially considered a really big deal specifically as a feminist work, and I wanted to see for myself what the big deal was.

And I can see why it was a big deal, because the book is magnificent. It is not fun or uplifting or girl-power-y and I no longer particularly like to go anywhere near the word “empowering,” but I don’t think it’s that in quite the way people tend to use it these days, but it is magnificent. At nearly 900 pages long, with teeny text and written entirely in a ‘80s-understanding-of-formal-Dark-Ages-style, it’s slow going for a fantasy novel by my standards–I can usually zip through 500 pages of fiction in a weekend these days if I don’t have much else to do, so 900 ought to only take three days of reading or so, right?--and it’s incredibly dark and fucked up, full of dubious ‘80s understandings of Dark Ages life and religion.

Morgaine, half-sister to King Arthur, is our protagonist but not really our hero; not only do we know she’s going to fail, but the story is predominantly an exploration of her consistently making bad choices that seemed to make sense at the time that mire her deeper and deeper into a self-created landscape of ruin and isolation as she, in short, gets everyone she’s ever loved killed, either accidentally or on purpose. Morgause, Morgaine’s aunt, is a power-hungry schemer, but also seems nice enough in her own way until she sort of wanders down the path of becoming a casual serial murderer as well. The various priestesses of Avalon become increasingly vicious, and brutal plotters against Arthur and anyone else in their way as they–quite understandably–seek to prevent the old religion from being wiped out by the Christian religion and its dedicatedly woman-hating priests.

Most of the Christians also suck, with Queen Gwenhwyfar being one of the worst–also a major viewpoint character, Gwenhwyfar is sometimes sympathetic, but is also a piously self-hating Christian fanatic. Her internal torment and self-hatred about her love for Lancelot does absolutely nothing to make her any less intolerant toward anyone else who fails to live up to the standards of sexual purity that she doesn’t live up to herself; she’s overtly nasty to anyone who follows or even tolerates any aspects of the old religion and constantly pushes Arthur to wage holy war against it; and she’s flatly bigoted against anyone with physical deformities, with apparently no idea whatsoever that this constitutes a character flaw about which she might want to at least try to keep her fucking mouth shut. But I guess when you’re the High Queen of Britain you’re allowed to just constantly insult people’s appearance and everyone around you has to consider you kind and gracious anyway? Idunno, I know the characters in this book are working off different moral codes than me but it really struck me how much all the other female characters sneak around to do evil things but Gwenhwyfar is just openly a huge bitch without provocation on a regular basis, and yet whatever other criticisms the other characters have of her, everyone seems to think she’s nice.

There are two different Merlin characters–”the Merlin of Britain” is a title here, not a name, like the Lady of the Lake–and both are advocates of a sort of “all religions are really one religion anyway” assimilationist path that sounds really tolerant and high-minded if you ignore that a) the Christians are absolutely not going to go for it and b) the practical effects of this sort of acquiescence-masquerading-as-syncretism will fall a lot harder on the women than on the men, and the Merlins, however dedicated to the Goddess they consider themselves, are still men, and can get away with more than the priestesses under Christian rule. The machinations of the Merlins and their attempts to play both sides end up driving a lot of the conflict between the forces of Avalon and the forces of Christianity. Both Merlins are very annoying, but then again, most characters in this book are annoying. It’s not a book you read to personally like anyone.

The sexual content is pretty dark and fucked up too, and it is here that it is hardest to even temporarily put aside in one’s brain that Bradley enabled her husband’s pedophilia. Parts of the book speak eloquently about the injustice of selling off teenage girls in marriage to men much older than them, and how this alienates girls from their own sexuality to the point where some characters are surprised, after many years of marriage, to discover that they have one. Lancelet, the greatest and knightliest of all of Arthur’s great knights, is tortured-ly bisexual and at one point he and Arthur and Gwenhwyfar have a threesome, which I think is supposed to be shocking, although–while I certainly found it a bit surprising that it was included in the book–it is one of the less creepy encounters in the entire 900 pages. Morgaine is nearly as obnoxiously self-serving and hypocritical in her thoughts on sex and religion as the pious adulteress Gwenhwyfar is; she is constantly drawing a distinction between the Goddess-given magical rites of sexuality and mere “animal rutting,” but the distinction doesn’t seem to have any actual criteria other than how she feels about it, and is mostly invoked based on whether or not she wants to be contemptuous about any given encounter. (IMO, Morgaine’s religious snobbery around sexuality–and, frankly, the sacramentalization of sexuality in a lot of these New Agey religions that Bradley was part of and their noble-savage-y understanding of ancient fertility cults–is more of a mirror to the Christian priests’ obsession with sexual purity than she thinks.) Morgaine, frankly, is a great protagonist because she is a fascinating psychological study in being very active and scheming but somehow never taking any responsibility for her own actions, because she is smart enough and philosophical enough to rationalize doing whatever she wants to do and then convincingly tell herself that she had no choice when it turns out badly.

Reading this book was a deeply strange experience. When I was reading it I couldn’t put it down, but frankly, often once I’d put it down I’d hesitate to pick it back up. I wish I’d read it ten years ago before we knew what we know now about its author, so that I could have just read the damn book, instead of also testing my ability to read a book as just the book when the author is a) terrible and b) safely dead. Anyway I think I’m glad I read it, even though I have mixed feelings about having found it to be such a powerful book, and I don’t think I’ll be rereading it anytime soon (or ever).

While there’s more Arthuriana to be read, the last one sitting on my TBR shelf in hard copy right now is an antique-looking edition of Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Mort d’Arthur. According to his Wikipedia page Malory might also have been a rapist, but at least it’s unconfirmed that that’s even the right Thomas Malory. I’m getting very tired of learning things about authors.

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