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Books for 2024! * indicates a reread.

ExpandBooks read, 2024 )

Obviously many books on this list that I loved and was looking forward to loving -- huge shout-outs to The Friend Zone Experiment, North Continent Ribbon, Blood Sweat Glitter, Saint of Bright Doors, The Book of Love, and all the Le Carre -- but here's a short list of the books that I had never heard of immediately before reading them and have taken up an outsized place in my psyche since: Mitchison's Among You Taking Notes and Blood of the Martyrs, William Redfield's Letters from an Actor, Mikanowski's Goodbye, Eastern Europe, Lennon's Glorious Exploits, and Perlin's Language City.

As usual, I am hoping to catch up on several of these, but if there's something you'd particularly like me to write up, drop me a comment and I'll either tell you in a comment or prioritize it for a proper post!
skygiants: Beatrice from Much Ado putting up her hand to stop Benedick talking (no more than reason)
My Yuletide recipient wrote me an absolutely phenomenal letter this year with like five different prompts that I wanted to fill, leaving me paralyzed with indecision ... I eventually decided that, in the spirit of Yuletide, I should try from the rarest fandom and work my way back to see what else I could manage to write, which is how I ended up inaugurating the tag for Caroline Stevermer's When The King Comes Home with the memory of paint, a story about Hail Rosamer and Ludovic Nallaneen and artistic semi-immortality.

And then I had to do some unexpected travel and got a little bit sick and thought perhaps I wouldn't have time or energy to write anything else, but fortunately the day before Christmas I got possessed by the muse and wrote A Midwinter Night's Folly; or, Laugh, Lie, Love, a Twelfth Night story about Sir Toby & the gang that is mostly just thirty dick jokes in a trenchcoat (though no one has yet caught my stealth Christmas pun, contributed by [personal profile] genarti.)

(As a side effect, I have now fully brainwashed myself into becoming a 'Sir Toby and Sir Andrew have absolutely banged' truther; if the 'accost, Sir Andrew, accost!' scene is not Toby optimistically angling for and completely failing to land a Toby/Andrew/Maria threesome then I don't know how else to explain it.)

I also jumped in to contribute a little bit to [personal profile] genarti's Operation Mincemeat Hester-focused epistolary pinch-hit, Moments in the Middle of the War, for which she has kindly given me co-author credit even though all I did was write 250 words of largely-redacted largely-nonsense letter. Anyway, the vast majority of it is her excellent work and well worth reading!
skygiants: Na Yeo Kyeung from Capital Scandal punching Sun Woo Wan in the FACE (kdrama punch)
I picked up Blood in the Machine: The Origins of the Rebellion Against Big Tech wanting it to be a history of the Luddite movement, an interesting period about which I know not as much as I would like.

In fact this book is about 50% history of the Luddite movement, 30% ideological argument about how the Lessons of the Luddites Can And Should Apply To Our Current Era Of Big Tech And AI, and 20% mini-biographies of Mary Shelley and Lord Byron.

The 50% that is the history of the Luddite movement is solid and compelling, though I raised my eyebrows a little at the fact that one of the most significant sources used to draw the narrative is Ben o' Bill's, the Luddite: A Yorkshire Tale, which is a work of fiction from 1898. It's a work of fiction that I am now planning to read, and the author was a local historian who clearly did an enormous amount of research for it, but I don't know if I, personally, would rely on it as my main historical referent for the events in question. That said I certainly now do know more about the Luddites than I did before, and I am glad to know it even though I hunger for more!

The 30% that is ideological argument is for the most part all stuff I agreed with and I expect many people will in fact find it useful and worth reading. However, since it was all stuff I agreed with, I did not feel the need to be told about it for 30% of this book when what I wanted to be told about was Luddites. However, this is a me problem; the book signaled pretty well that it was going to be at least 30% ideological argument and I ought to have listened to what it was telling me if I was going to be irritated by it.

I do however think it's legal to be annoyed by the 20% that's mini-biographies of Mary Shelley and Lord Byron. I think it is worth knowing that Lord Byron gave a pro-Luddite speech in Parliament once and that current Luddite events probably influenced Frankenstein, but why that means that we needed to devote 20% of the book to their lives I really couldn't say. It's not that I'm not interested in those guys but I already know about them! They're very famous! Give the Romantic movement's relationship with Luddism a couple pages and then go back to telling me about George Mellor and the Molyneux sisters and other people who don't already have Wikipedia pages on which I could read this same basic information!
skygiants: Himari, from Mawaru Penguin Drum, with stars in her hair and a faintly startled expression (gonna be a star)
Sometimes I get a six hundred page book out of the library and it comes in hardcover, and I look at it and go, "oh no, I will not be able to be fair to this book in my heart, because my arms will be Too Tired." And indeed I read it and spend the entire time going "this book could have been shorter! we didn't need that scene!"

And sometimes I get a six hundred page book out of the library and I feel not a JOT of resentment because I do believe that every one of those six hundred pages provided a necessary and valuable contribution. Kelly Link's The Book of Love takes maybe a hundred pages to get through the first full day of its plot in which almost nothing happens after the major inciting incident, and yeah, it did need all hundred of those pages, actually. I don't know what to tell you.

The inciting incident of The Book of Love is that teenaged Laura, Daniel, and Mo, who have been missing -- dead? -- for a year, are suddenly (temporarily?) alive again, thanks to their music teacher who was always apparently supernatural, and always apparently locked in a power struggle with Bogomil, whose realm they have just escaped along with an extremely weird stranger they call Bowie. Their music teacher tells them all, including Bowie, to figure out what happened the night they died, and to try to do some magic, before sending them all home.

Also, everyone in their life, who has been grieving them for a year, now instead believes that they spent the last year on an exchange study program in Ireland.

Also, the music class blackboard bears the message TWO RETURN, TWO REMAIN. Which is probably fine.

So they go home, to families whose houses and minds have the marks of a year of grief that they now don't remember, and try and figure out how and whether they could and should do magic.

There's plot that happens from there, around Bogomil and the music teacher and the powerful and amoral Malo Mogge who shows up shortly thereafter, trapped fifteenth-century Thomas in tow, to fill the town with increasingly terrifying surrealism. The plot is IMO the least successful and important part of the book except that it provides a vehicle through which to pick up different characters and relationships and hold them up to the light for a moment -- Laura and Daniel and Mo and Laura's sister Susannah, the link between these people and the one who did not die, and their parents and siblings and friends and part-time job bosses and high school crushes, and those people's parents and siblings and friends, all moving through grief and change and figuring out what they want to be to each other. This is a book driven by a community and the people in it and their relationships to each other much more than it's driven by impending magical peril, and I think this is a feature and not a bug. At one point Laura and Daniel go to a bar, and then we spend two pages in the POV of the bar's owner, learning about her relationship with her father and how she came to run a bar that has a working carousel; none of that is important, except in the way that it's important. Then Malo Mogge turns the bar owner into a tiger, which you would think would be more important to the book than learning about how much she loved her father, but not really. 'The Book of Love' is a big claim. I don't think every part of this book succeeds at all things, but broadly, I think it fulfills the brief. I liked it very much and I was glad for all the pages that it had, even when my arms were tired of carrying them.

(As a sidenote, if I had to guess, I would lay a small amount of money that S5-6 of Buffy was one of the kernels of inspiration for this book -- the strangeness of returning from the dead! sisters appearing and disappearing out of nothing and how you love them anyway! Your High School Teacher Is Part Of A Long Supernatural War! -- which is very funny because in terms of tone and pacing it is the exact opposite of monster of the week. We will NOT be telling ANY stories in forty minutes. Get comfy! Settle in!)
skygiants: yujin from nirvana in fire getting dragged by xia dong (wooster)
It occurs to me in recommending the Joy of Life fic I received for Yuletide that I did not mention that we finished Joy of Life Season 2, but: we finished Joy of Life S2!

It is hard to talk about S2 without talking about S1 ... the premise is still the premise! our transmigrated lad Fan Xian spends the entire season fully immersed in fantasy China politics and resolutely ignoring the [extremely funny spoiler b-plot revealed 2/3 of the way through S1 redacted]! the yakety sax music did NOT tone down! some disconnected notes:

- many new characters and unfortunately I loved all of them. this is unfortunate because there are Too Many and as soon as I learned to love them they'd get shuffled offscreen for fifteen episodes. but I did love all of them!! show continues very very good at treating all its side characters, even the antagonistic ones, as people, with distinct concerns and personalities and interesting points of view
- Fan Sizhe, Fan Xian's stepbrother who is brilliant at accounting and terrible at everything else, remains my most beloved child
- I also still love Chicken Drumstick Girl but she is now too involved in politics to have jokes :(( on the other hand I'm VERY stoked about her Revenge Plot
- so many tragic deaths of old men ... we started bracing for impact every time the camera started to follow an old man in exactly the same way one might brace in a serial killer show when the camera starts to follow an attractive young woman. Which is, in and of itself, very funny. But I'm still quite sad about several of the tragically dead old men
Expandthe rest is going under a spoiler-cut but it's ABOUT CHEKHOV'S SPOILER )
skygiants: Nice from Baccano! in post-explosion ecstasy (maybe too excited . . .?)
For Yuletide: my author inaugurated a ship for me! I am now the proud recipient of the AO3's first Guo Baokun/Fan Sizhe fic. My incredibly stupid sons from Joy of Life are getting married and I could not be happier.

good old-fashioned lover boy

“There is a special occasion!” said the customer, drawing himself up. “We’re getting married!”

“!!” said Susu.

“!!???” said the customer’s companion.

“Eh… Baobei, I know we weren’t going to tell people, but a free meal!” said the customer.


For not Yuletide except by coincidence of timing: I am ALSO the proud recipient of the absolute greatest Spellcoats fic ever written, a glorious 11000 words which picks up on all the interesting threads about magic and creativity and the creation of Dalemark's national identity while giving us quality time with every sibling and also Hern and Kars Adon kiss. I COULD NOT BE HAPPIER.

Long Life and Good Fortune

“That’s done it,” said Hern to me afterwards. “I couldn’t ask them to do that. Kars made them.” He had a funny distant look. “He always sees the way forward.”

I have woven those words in the expressive twist that Tanamil taught me, because I have a feeling they are important.


I am having a really truly unbelievably merry first night of Chanukah and I hope everyone else is too!
skygiants: the aunts from Pushing Daisies reading and sipping wine on a couch (wine and books)
I've never read any Alan Garner, but last month I decided it was finally time to change that -- in part because of a couple people talking about him in and around my circles and in part because I had also picked up a scholarly study for another project, Four British Fantasists: Place and Culture in the Children's Fantasies of Penelope Lively, Alan Garner, Diana Wynne Jones, and Susan Cooper. (I still have not actually read any Penelope Lively; that's next on my list to fix.)

Anyway, I decided to start with The Owl Service because it was the one I had heard discussed the most as particularly haunting and also relevant to the Welsh fantasy that I read a bunch of in my misspent youth. And indeed! what a haunting book it is, for a story whose basic premise is 'we found some strange dinner plates and everyone got very weird about them!'

Expandthis is all broad vibes description but I'm putting it under a cut anyway )

It does not however surprise me either to learn from Four British Fantasists that Garner seems to have been an absolute misanthrope. My two favorite quotes of his:

In my opinion, and in that of better critics, [J.R.R. Tolkien] could not write fiction or verse. To compare his achievement to that of the Gawain poet is an assault on language.

and

Take C.S. Lewis' allegories. They are some of the vilest ever written. They are fascist in style and method. If you want to see what I mean read the first page of Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Although I may happen to agree with the opinions, Lewis sneers at people. People who behave in the way he describes I may find objectionable. But he says they are. Also I think his books are very badly written and morally repugnant.

I of course love both Tolkien and Lewis but this is so so funny ... Alan Garner, holding two guns, firing wildly in all directions. I have to respect it. Speak your truth, sir.

While I'm talking about it I did enjoy and do recommend Four British Fantasists, which as I have said above made me immediately want to read a bunch of Penelope Lively and also which I found useful and informative about the kinds of discussions that were being had in and around British children's literature in the 1970s and 80s. I do think the book sort of had the least to say about Diana Wynne Jones in whom I am of course the most interested -- not that it was less interested in her, per se but she was least like the other three, the most iconoclastic, and so I think it was hardest to draw her into the broader discussion.

The things in the book I have found myself thinking about most, both in terms of conversations about DWJ and more broadly, are a.) the conversations about place and land who has a 'right' to it and what kinds of stories you want to tell about it and b.) the conversation about how to navigate the use of an underlying myth when writing for children; do you just retell it? do you use it as a touchstone for yourself without necessarily making it plain? In The Owl Service, Garner eventually just has to dump The Mabinogian in there in the text to make sure we understand that it's a riff, and later apparently felt that this was clumsy and veered further and further away from that. Well, I can't fully disagree, 'the wind blew away all my pages of The Mabinogian' is not subtle, but on the other hand I love meta-narrative and I do think it's fair play for an author to give us the text they're riffing on and then let us see them play the changes. Many ways to do it!
skygiants: Princess Tutu, facing darkness with a green light in the distance (Default)
I am a deeply basic individual who loves surrealist workplace horror-satire about the evils of capitalism, and Jonathan Abernathy You Are Kind lands squarely within this genre: it's about an anxious young man with crushing debt and a desperation to please who picks up a new job working for a mysterious agency that removes stress factors from people's dreams in order to increase their labor efficiency.

Alas! his new job, which seems initially like a pathway out of the financial downward spiral that's been drowning him in slow motion, turns out to be bad for both him and everyone he knows. This is very clear from the beginning and is repeatedly foreshadowed -- there are several wistful sequences of 'alas! had Jonathan done x at y time, and had a genuine conversation with z, perhaps things would have gone this, better way. however --' in ways that didn't quite work for me; I think I would have enjoyed this book completely wholeheartedly as a novella, but as a full novel I sort of felt like it perhaps ran out of things to tell me sooner than it ran out of pages.

But I also, frankly, have been really spoiled for good surrealist workplace horror-satire by friends who are absurdly talented at evoking it (sometimes just by telling me about something that happened in their day-to-day life! at their startup!) and it is not really Jonathan Abernathy's fault that the tone of this book tilted more dreamy and wistful, and less bitingly detailed and sharp in the way that I personally prefer it. So if you, too, love surrealist workplace horror-satire, it may well be worth giving this book a go, and I think it's even odds that it will scratch the itch!
skygiants: Na Yeo Kyeung, from Capital Scandal, giving a big thumbs-up (seal of approval)
[personal profile] rachelmanija's recent post about The September House reminded me that I've also been meaning to write it up!

This book begins with our heroine Margaret grimly facing down the prospect of a visit from her adult daughter Katherine. It's not that she doesn't love Katherine! It's just that Katherine is a bit difficult at the best of times, and now she's fresh from a lesbian breakup, and she's going to want explanations for where her father is, and why Margaret has not mentioned that he is not in fact in their house where he is expected to be, and she's also probably not going to understand about the blood that drips from the walls and the ghost housekeeper and the creepy dead children that sometimes shriek and try to bite you.

Margaret doesn't have a problem with the blood-dripping walls and the creepy dead children. She has always dreamed of having her own home! and the house is a beautiful Victorian! and the ghost housekeeper is actually really lovely and helpful most of the time! except in September, when everything in the house gets extra special awful haunted, and of course Katherine would be coming in September, but They Are Gonna Get Through It. Obviously there is no question of moving. This is Margaret's extremely haunted dream house and we are in a housing crisis. She just has to fake it for a few weeks of nice visit until Katherine realizes that everything is fine and leaves again!

Alas for Margaret, Katherine does not agree that everything is fine. In fact, Katherine has never agreed with her mother that everything was fine, since long before Margaret bought the house; the starting premise is very funny and the book itself is also very funny but it is also using its premise to examine some serious topics and is also often very effectively creepy about it. ([personal profile] rachelmanija has a good list of content warnings over on her post.)

Horror is not my genre and this book is right on the edge of what's a good time for me, but it's having so much fun with its own haunted house tropes that for the most part I was having fun along with it. It's not a subtle book, and sometimes I wouldn't have minded a bit of a lighter touch, but it's doing exactly what it wants to do.
skygiants: Sheska from Fullmetal Alchemist with her head on a pile of books (ded from book)
I learned from a shitpost on tumblr that Arthur Phillips -- who wrote one book (The Egyptologist) that I remember liking very much a long time ago and a couple other books that I read around the same time that have not stuck in my memory at all -- had written a book a few years back called The Tragedy of Arthur, around the premise of 'what if someone found a lost Shakespeare play about King Arthur'?

As someone who is deeply interested in a.) weird Arthuriana and b.) Shakespeare it seemed extremely necessary for me to read this book, and I regret to report that I ended it somewhat frustrated.

It's a kind of a fun and funny conceit structurally -- sort of a William Goldman & The Princess Bride situation run amok -- in which Arthur Phillips, writing as the author Arthur Phillips, declares that he has been contracted to write the introduction to a lost Shakespeare play discovered by his father and this is said introduction and fortunately it is written into his contract that the introduction cannot be abridged or edited without his approval. Then he spends three hundred pages complaining about said con artist father, how much his father and his twin sister love Shakespeare, how much he himself dislikes Shakespeare, and every bad decision that everybody in his family ever made. Some of those bad decisions are fun and interesting (my favorite bit is the loving description of the period during which the twin sister rebels against her father by deciding to become a passionate anti-Stratfordian and writing lots of fanfictional theories about the forbidden romance and writing partnership between the Earl of Oxford and an Unknown Brilliant Young Jewish Man) and others are extremely boring (every single time Fictional Arthur Phillips made a bad heterosexual decision I immediately went to sleep, and during the heavily foreshadowed and agonizingly slow period leading up to Fictional Arthur Phillips making a pass at his sister's girlfriend I very nearly never woke up again).

Taken on a broader level, the book has some interesting things to say about art and forgery and the Cult of Shakespeare and why we care about the particular stories that we care about. It does not really have any interesting things to say about King Arthur. Nonetheless, I am interested in art and forgery and why we think the way we do about Shakespeare and so I did have fun with the large swathes of the book, between passages of Fictional Arthur Phillips being annoying in a way that I suspect is intentional and dull [for me] in a way that I strongly suspect isn't.

And then, of course, by virtue of the structural conceit, it is required that we have the Whole Play to which the rest of this book has been the introduction. A Whole Fake Shakespeare Play! about King Arthur! which unfortunately commits the unforgivable crime of being perhaps technically plausible, but extremely tedious. Occasionally we do get Fictional Arthur Phillips arguing in the footnotes with noted Shakespeare scholars about whether particular lines in the fake play are evidence of Shakespearean authenticity or shout-outs to things that Fictional Arthur Phillips' dad particularly liked, which is fun for a little while and then also gets tedious once it becomes clear that these footnotes are building to no greater meta-narrative catharsis or resolution but just the continuation of Arthur Phillips' Fun Little Game.

Coming at the end of the book as it does, I was really expecting the structure of the fake Shakespeare play to pull some kind of interesting narrative rug out from under me or provide some more commentary or resolution of the three hundred pages of narrative that came before, but instead it really does just seem to be Arthur Phillips showing off that he can write technically plausible but fairly tedious Arthuriana-Shakespeareana. After three hundred pages of Fictional Arthur Phillips making boringly bad decisions, I admit that a further ninety pages of yet another Fictional Arthur making boringly bad decisions in blank verse was kind of a grim slog. I am sure the pastiche was a ton of fun to do but please, Mr. Phillips, couldn't you at least make the play a little bit zanier? Couldn't you put in any of the weirder Arthurian lore instead of just endless battle scenes and angst about bastardy and inheritance? You couldn't even have Kay or Gawain in there? For me? No? Alas, and ah well.
skygiants: the aunts from Pushing Daisies reading and sipping wine on a couch (wine and books)
I'm pretty sure I picked up the recommendation for Álvaro Enrigue's You Dreamed of Empires somewhere around DW but I cannot for the life of me remember where, so if it was you please sing out so I can reread your post now that I've actually read the book! Anyway, I am very glad to have now read the book, which was deeply weird in a way that I think I liked but either way most definitely found compelling.

You Dreamed of Empires is a recounting of the day that Cortés and his men enter Tenochtitlan as invited guests-slash-prisoners of the Aztec Empire and have a series of formal meetings and meals with the emperor Moctezuma as well as his wife and several other politicians. At all times the book is straddling the lines between being deeply surrealist and incredibly mundane -- a lot of the reviews call it a 'humorous novel', which I do not think I would say, though I can see why you would say that because 'the encounter between two extremely bloody empires as a weird business meeting full of cultural miscommunication and messy office politics' sounds sort of like a bit from a comedy show. And the book is indeed often sharply funny, but it is just as often very matter-of-factly brutal. The fact that these are indeed two extremely bloody empires is foregrounded; indeed it is a large part of the point. The particular ways in which both these empires are bloody are very normal to the people involved and that is also part of the point. There is a rape on-page, which happens in three sentences that hit with a clang in the middle of other things, with an intentionally jarring lack of attention; for the victim and the perpetrator, this is an everyday event, although one that does have consequences. The whole book is permeated with the smell of blood. The Spanish visit a place of sacrifice and are mostly shocked, not by the wall of skulls, but by the fact that they're all so clean.

This is not a long book and the whole plot takes place in the span of a day, carefully choosing details to highlight. It's important when an extremely minor character makes a small misstep and is sentenced casually to death; it's important when a queer conquistador gets a transgressive high off experimenting with Aztec clothing; it's important when several stoned Aztecs see visions of a future man I absolutely could not identify wandering through their courtyard. Do I understand fully why all the things the book is showing me are important? Definitely not. Some of them I think are probably historical references that I am missing, and some of them I probably need a reread and a lit class to fully unpack, and some of them I think might just be funny. When Moctezuma, high on a trip, hears an entrancing new piece of music which turns out to be Monolith by T. Rex, is this important or just funny? Who could say, but it definitely is funny.

I also spent the entire book wondering if it was just a surreal historical novel playing in interstitial spaces or if it was going to end up going to end up counterfactual in some way. ExpandDescription of the book's ending under the cut )
skygiants: Nice from Baccano! in post-explosion ecstasy (maybe too excited . . .?)
I have been patiently waiting to talk about Iona Datt Sharma's upcoming novella Blood Sweat Glitter until the appropriate links were up and I could tell everybody to go preorder it, which now indeed you can and also should, at least if the phrase 'lesbian roller derby romance' appeals to you in the least.

The plot, on the surface, is 'team captain of struggling derby team Does Not Like And Yet Is Compelled By her ditzy new jammer.' Because it's an Iona Datt Sharma book, the plot is of course in fact a gorgeous exploration of loss and exhaustion and loneliness and how people lose and find and rebuild themselves around the horrors. It's relevant that this is a post-pandemic book, and it's relevant that it's about tired adults with overwhelming day jobs, for whom roller derby is a release or an escape or a passion or perhaps just an experiment to see if maybe this is something that could, maybe, just a little bit, spark joy. But also of course they do kiss. It's a really lovely novella, and towards the end I had to get up and change into pajamas and get my wife to make me hot chocolate for maximum warmth-and-human-connection-and-being-kind-to-yourself appreciation. Highly Recommended For Your Holiday Season!
skygiants: Izumi and Sig Curtis from Fullmetal Alchemist embracing in front of a giant heart (curtises!)
I've been meaning for months to write about a couple of Evie Dunmore romance novels, Bringing Down the Duke and Portrait of a Scotsman, which I read because my sister-in-law pushed them into my hands and said "you MUST bring these to Scotland! they are extremely silly but also the perfect vacation reads for reading In Scotland!"

I did not actually end up bringing them to read In Scotland, because they are large paperbacks and I was trying to allow myself luggage space to buy large paperbacks back from Scotland rather than lugging them to, but I read them on a later summer vacation so I could hand them back to my sister-in-law with a clear conscience. They are indeed very silly! I did not much like the first one but had a genuinely good time with the second, and also found them both sort of anthropologically fascinating as examples of how The Modern Historical Romance threads the needle of catering to all the particular reliable book-selling historical romance tropes with one hand while with the other continually assuring the reader that they are reading a Good and Feminist Book With Socially Progressive Mores, Do Not Worry About It.

These books are Victorian-era, and the connective tissue between them is that all the heroines are in a suffragette society Campaigning for the Women's Vote, and each of them will of course end up paired up with a very wealthy and probably aristocratic man who can support the cause! huzzah!!

In Bringing Down the Duke, our heroine Annabelle is a Cinderella figure who has gotten a suffragette scholarship to attend Oxford despite her family's unwillingness to waste money on sending her and also lose out on her free labor. At the beginning of the book she assures her relatives that she will somehow find the cash to pay for the salary of her replacement if they allow her to go, and then spends a couple pages stressing about that, which led me foolishly to believe that economics were going to be a major concern of the text. This of course was very silly of me as she almost immediately ends up in the Duke's house, where she spends most of the middle of the book convalescing from a convenient illness and having fantastic sex, and we never worry about this again.

Why is she in the Duke's house? uhhh they're trying to recruit him for the suffragette cause despite his reputation as a misanthropic Tory. Why is the Duke a misanthropic Tory? uhhhh he wants to buy back all his ancestral lands and he is profoundly wounded by the fact that a couple of them are still missing from the collection. The book takes this very seriously as an understandable cause of grief and it's presented as a serious sacrifice at the end when he gives up on His Ancestral Lands in order to support the Feminist Cause. huzzah! Feminism!! But, you know, it's True Love and he's not actively the WORST man in the world, so, fine. At one point Annabelle receives a proposal from a very nice professor to marry him in name only so she can go with him to pursue her dream research abroad -- at this point her only other option on-hand is being the Duke's Secret Mistress because he Cannot Marry Her, for Ancestral Land Reasons -- and it is so funny how the book does not even feel the need to try and make this research marriage of convenience proposition sound unappealing. This is not a St. John situation, everything about this seems like a great deal for her, but the Rules of the Feminist Historical Romance say she has to end up with the sexy duke and that, eventually, she WILL end up with the sexy duke, AND they will be married, AND she will still get to study at Oxford and be a member of the suffragette society, so why should we waste page space on anything else? And obviously it works, this book has sold Five Million Bazillion Copies. The tropes aren't my tropes but no one can say the balancing act is not performed to absolute perfection.

Portrait of a Scotsman is more fun for me because it is tropes I like -- the heroine in this one is the cheerfully artistic daughter of a big merchant family, and the hero is a dour Scots billionaire who rose from poverty and has ever since been gleefully using his financial leverage to trampling abusive aristocrats under his vengeful heel, and he ends up manipulating her into a marriage of convenience for reasons I don't remember.

THE BOOK: but is it ETHICAL to trample aristocrats under a vengeful financial heel? Does it perhaps make this man evil?
ME: well, no, but being a billionaire in and of itself migh makes him evil --
THE BOOK: no, no, I promise he's an ethical billionaire. He buys up impoverished coal mining towns in Scotland that are being abused by their aristocratic owners, which he knows about because he grew up in a coal mining town that was being abused by its aristocratic owners and experienced all these evils firsthand, and turns them into collectivist enterprises! power to the workers!
ME: okay great! thank you for ensuring that your billionaire hero is the world's MOST ethical billionaire. this is very very funny but I do appreciate it
THE BOOK: wait but does trampling aristocrats under his vengeful heel perhaps make him evil
ME: no I don't think so

Meanwhile the heroine bonds with the coal mining town inhabitants and decides that she's getting nowhere with this painting business, she's only middling at it and has nothing new to say with it, so instead she's going to channel her artistic talents into learning about PHOTOGRAPHY and pioneer PHOTOGRAPHIC EXHIBITS FOR SOCIAL JUSTICE. god bless!!

(I did keep expecting an explicit reveal that our heroine was Jewish -- her name is Hattie Greenfield, she comes from a large multinational merchant family with links to iirc the Ephrussi or some other famous real-world historical Jewish banking family, she's notably red-headed, there's an offhand reference to a grandparent having 'converted' to Anglicanism but it doesn't specify from what? Evie Dunmore I'm not sure why all this coding without actually saying it, what are you so nervous about?)
skygiants: Audrey Hepburn peering around a corner disguised in giant sunglasses, from Charade (sneaky like hepburnninja)
I had various plans for what I was going to write up next, but then yesterday I read C.M. Waggoner's The Village Library Demon-Hunting Society and it straight jumped the queue, both because I enjoyed it and also because towards the end I got really annoyed at it ...

So this book is basically a full-length joke on Murder, She Wrote and it does absolutely fulfill the brief of Being A Murder, She Wrote Style Mystery About A Nice Older Lady Who Solves Crimes while Commenting On The Genre Of Murder, She Wrote Style Mysteries About Nice Older Ladies Who Solve Crimes. Our heroine Sherry Pinkwhistle can't quite keep track of how many times she's helped her local sheriff's department crack the case of the latest dead body in Winesap, New York, but it's never anybody she particularly likes or cares about, so it's never really been a concern! She's got a job she likes that never gets in the way of detective work, a bevy of supportive sidekick pals that she can vent to about cases, and a cast of interesting red herring-type figures constantly rotating through, such as the implausibly hot young priest with a secular identical twin who's just come to preside over the local church and is probably defrauding parishioners or some such. Life is good.

But alas, the latest dead body is someone she cared about, and when she attempts to withdraw from Investigating to actually be in her feelings about it a little, her friends and acquaintances keep turning up at her house to shriek INVESTIGATE! in ominous voices. Also her cat, Lord Thomas Cromwell, has started speaking like he is actually Lord Thomas Cromwell. So now -- with the help of her various sidekicks -- Sherry has to both solve the murder, solve the Supernatural Situations underlying the murder, and perhaps crack the case of her own personal issues that keep compelling her, Sherry, a librarian with no particular qualifications, to solve murder after murder ....

This is all exactly as much fun as it sounds and I do also really appreciate the point that Murders Probably Ought To Matter -- I am always saying this! it's my biggest problem with cozy mystery as a genre! -- so if you think you like this you probably will, it goes down very enjoyably and frothily in about a day. However, when the book does have any substance, it's to do with Sherry's Personal Issues Expandand here I'm going to talk in a spoilery way about them and also carceral justice )
skygiants: the aunts from Pushing Daisies reading and sipping wine on a couch (wine and books)
The chaos of my schedule recently has meant that my preorder of Zen Cho's The Friend Zone Experiment, which I foolishly set as 'bookstore pickup,' sat on the shelf of said bookstore while I cast longing looks in its direction for several months without ever actually managing to go collect it. However I have finally now managed to acquire it and of course then read it in approximately 24 hours because once I pick up one of Zen's books I always find it nearly impossible to put down and this one was no exception.

I love the way Zen writes the nuances of interpersonal dynamics, with charm and humor and deep attention to the details of how specific individuals relate to each other -- I rate The Perilous Life of Jade Yeo as one of my favorite romances of all time -- so I had no doubts that I was going to enjoy watching her ambitious Singaporean businesswoman rekindle a romance with her intensely ethical first love when they meet again in London while his family is off the grid. And indeed this was deeply charming and an absolute delight!

I also did not doubt that I was going to enjoy the family dynamics but I had less expectations about that because I did not know what they would be ... but in fact the relationship between Yap Ket Siong and his older brother, the disappearance of whose [best friend/partner/Yap Ket Siong has suspicions but 'right after this guy was possibly murdered by a vengeful corporation' is probably not the time to bring it up] is what sent the whole family off the grid to begin with, was maybe my favorite in the book, closely followed by the main romance and also the lovingly drawn relationship between Renee and her busy but beloved BFF. I also really enjoyed the horrible relationship between Renee and her awful brother, because it was so absolutely terrible most of the time but sometimes it wasn't, and you could feel how much it meant when it wasn't despite the fact that he was, indeed, awful. But also a human being, and also Renee's brother. Anyway, as I said, every character and every dynamic really lovingly and beautifully drawn and I extremely enjoyed spending time with all of them, and a part of me wishes indeed that I had spent longer with them instead of gulping the book down as fast as I could, but I really couldn't help it!
skygiants: young Kiha from Legend of the First King's Four Gods in the library with a lit candle (flame of knowledge)
Staring desperately down the barrel of my booklog backlog but there simply is no way out but through! So we'll begin with something I've already been talking about extensively in one of my groupchats, Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Modern Ireland.

This book had been on my radar for a while after seeing several friends speak highly of it but what pushed it to the top of the list was the realization that I knew appallingly little about the Troubles, a topic that one might wish to be conversant with if one was to, say, hypothetically, be discussing a work of children's literature written in the seventies about an Irish child whose father is a prisoner of the British government.

Despite the fact that one of the people who'd recommended the book was a grad school classmate, I somehow had no idea that the inciting event for this indeed very informative book about the Provisional IRA and the early years of the Troubles -- its central structural conceit -- is one of the biggest archival scandals of the 2010s!

For those unfamiliar with the controversy (and I have no idea how familiar most people may be with the controversy, this is definitely a feldspars moment for me) what happened was that Boston College, a Catholic Jesuit university with its roots in Boston's Irish immigrant population, launched an oral history project about the Troubles that included hundreds of highly sensitive interviews with major players from both sides of the conflict. Despite the fact that in theory these interviews were supposed to remain closed and protected until the participants were safely dead, they were shortly thereafter subpoena'd by the British government in order to prosecute some of the participants, which nobody was able to prevent, because, it turns out, nobody involved in the project had ever consulted a lawyer.

The specific murder was that of Jean McConville, who was disappeared in 1972; the book intersperses the circumstances of her death and the aftermath for her ten children with the stories of Provisional IRA volunteers Dolours Price and Brendan Hughes, who were both interviewed for the Boston College oral history project, as well as their colleague and now-politician-emeritus Gerry Adams. Despite being a very chunky book, it was a pretty quick read and in style reminded me a little bit of Killers of the Flower Moon -- both of them use some of the tools out of the nonfiction thriller box to examine larger structural and societal issues -- but whereas Killers of the Flower Moon sometimes got so True Crime-y in voice and structure that I found it distracting, Say Nothing felt much less to me like it was leaning on artificial suspense to keep the reader invested. The events and people under discussion were plenty interesting enough on their own merits.

... even without reckoning in the EXTREMELY INTERESTING TO ME PERSONALLY archives scandal. I truly do not want to overshadow the rest of the book, which really is a very compelling and pretty nuanced exploration of the early years of the Troubles and the sunk cost fallacy of violence, with my personal professional interests. However, I graduated archives school in 2013 and was industriously attending the conference circuit in 2014 and everyone was talking about this -- and now that I've read the book and learned more detail, I'm even more scandalized. You run an oral history project like this?!
skygiants: Kyoko from Skip Beat! making a mad flaily dive (oh flaily flaily)
HELP going to the pinch hit list reminded me I never actually un-placeholdered this letter! Huge shout outs and apologies to my original assignee and also THANK YOU if you're the person picking this up!

Generally speaking I will be happy with anything you write for me; in all the years I have done Yuletide, I have never failed to be overjoyed by the gifts I've received, so if you write something that makes you happy, I guarantee I will be delighted with it also.

Generally speaking I am always interested in ensemble and family stories, partnership and community-building and community dynamics, revolutionary politics, messy parenting and pseudo-parenting, the terrible idea that is espionage, divorce (romantic and non-romantic), and ghosts (figurative and literal)! For my requests this year I'm generally more interested in expanding on canon than in going AU in either plot or setting, but I'm broadly pro canon divergence AU or crossover if you have a brilliant idea for one.

Some of these canons deal with some pretty serious topics, and dark themes are A-OK if it makes sense for the story, but I tend not to be into graphic and gratuitous violence. I'm happy for romances to include sexual content but I'd prefer it wasn't the entire point of the fic.

Company - Kage Baker
Characters: No characters selected; you may write for ANY (out of Joseph (Company - Kage Baker), Lewis (Company - Kage Baker), Mendoza (Company - Kage Baker), Nancy (Company - Kage Baker), Victor (Company - Kage Baker))

I hadn't been planning to request this this year but then I love everyone in this tag set ... I am especially fond of Joseph and his bad parenting but fic focusing on any of the nominated characters would delight me! I do not like very much what happened in the grand finale of the series so do feel free to stick with canon or go wildly AU/fix-it. For more info about My Feelings On These Books please see my tag but please also feel free to completely ignore that link and consult your own feelings only

(Additional notes: I am most interested in Joseph-Mendoza (parental), Joseph-(/?)-Lewis (partnership defined as you prefer), and Joseph-Victor (???? siblings? thematic parallels? man do whatever you want with this) but I really truly do love all the characters here and would be stoked about anything.)

Our Game - John le Carré
Characters: No characters selected; you may write for ANY (out of Constantin Checheyev | C.C. (Our Game), Emma (Our Game), Larry Pettifer (Our Game), Tim Cranmer | Timbo (Our Game))

we get so much of Tim, would love a Larry POV on Tim and The Situation; would also love a character study of Checheyev or postcanon about Tim & Checheyev working together round the gap Larry left. Would also not at all mind "perhaps Larry ISN'T really dead!"

(Additional notes: I realize I did not mention Emma at all in my brief prompt but fic about what Emma does and how she copes with the aftermath of All This would be great too; it would be so interesting to see her from her own point of view after the hazy mirror image we get of her from Tim.)

Quest For A Maid - Frances Mary Hendry
Characters: No characters selected; you may write for ANY (out of Davie Spens, Inge Wright, Meg Wright, Peem (Quest for a Maid))

I love this book so much and I would love to see the next chapter in the lives of these plucky kids, or, alternately, anything about Inge and Meg (especially if from Inge's POV!)

(Additional notes: if you're going the futurefic route and you want to write either Meg/Peem or Meg/Peem/Davie I am happy with either of those; I am also happy with a platonic story focusing on the four kids building a life together. I love the tension of Meg and Inge's relationship and would LOVE to see that explored in a compelling way, but am not really into incest.)

A Spy Among Friends (TV)
Characters: No characters selected; you may write for ANY (out of Elizabeth Elliott, Kim Philby, Lily Thomas, Nicholas Elliott)

My favorite parts of this show were Nicholas and Lily's bouts of verbal fencing and I'd love to see another round of Their Unlikely Partnership, but, I mean, the breakup umbrella also had me screaming at the screen so if you wanted to riff on Nicholas' Philby Feelings Which He Is Definitely Over then by all means be my guest


庆余年 | Joy of Life (TV)
Characters: Fan Sizhe (Joy of Life), Guo Baokun (Joy of Life), Fan Ruoruo (Joy of Life)

Fan Sizhe is my stupid son and I love him very much. I would love a fic that elucidated on his romantical road trip with Guo Baokun in which they became bonded for life, but if that doesn't float your boat than a Fan Family Fic in which Sizhe and Rurouo got to do things that were plot important would also be a great delight to me!

(Additional notes: at the time I wrote this initial prompt I had not yet finished S2 and so I did not know yet that RUORUO WAS GOING TO ACQUIRE CHECKHOV'S GUN. This is the funniest thing in the world. Would love fic about whatever is going to happen with Ruoruo And Her Gun.)

Thank you SO much again for writing for me! I am so excited for whatever you come up with!
skygiants: Koizumi Kyoko from Twentieth Century Boys making her signature SHOCKED AND HORRIFIED face (wtf is this)
[personal profile] rachelmanija has a theory about Books that Commit to their Premise. Peaspout Chen: Future Legend of Skate and Sword absolutely commits to its premise. This is a book about a fourteen-year-old Ice Skating Martial Arts Prodigy who is going to Ice Skating Based Martial Arts School to become an Ice Skating Based Martial Arts Master and BY GOD does she perform a lot of Ice Skating Based Martial Arts! She competes in no less than five increasingly special and increasingly absurd Ice Skating Based Martial Arts Tournaments! We committed!

This book is also committing to a number of other things. It is extremely committing. The things it is committing to include but are not limited to high stakes espionage, heavy-handed geopolitical allegory, some very confusing beats around gender, and a level of unhinged lesbian drama that I absolutely did not expect in a MIDDLE GRADE book! for better and for worse!

The basic plot is that our girl Peasprout, number one skating martial arts prodigy of the large but under-resourced empire of Not China, and her little brother have been sent to Ice Skating Based Martial Arts School on the small but wealthy island of Not Taiwan as part of a goodwill exchange. They are about to be the first skaters from Not China ever to attend the school -- Not Taiwan has a major advantage in Ice Skating Based Martial Arts because they possess the secret of a building material that's Perfect for Ice Skating and never melts, so they can practice all year long -- but nonetheless Peasprout is extremely confident in her abilities and determined to graduate number one!

THINGS ESCALATE DRAMATICALLY FROM THERE.

I think this book is doing several things that are quite good, several things that are quite bad, and several things that I just need help reacting to, all of which I am going to Expandspoil extensively under the cut! )
skygiants: Sheska from Fullmetal Alchemist with her head on a pile of books (ded from book)
At Readercon [personal profile] genarti and I succumbed to the lure of an incredibly cheap copy of Anne McCaffrey's first-ever novel, Restoree, which neither of us had read, because .... I don't know. I have no rational explanation. It's been fifteen years at least since I read a McCaffrey and it would have been so easy to keep the streak going, and yet.

Restoree involves plucky young New York City girl Sara getting abducted by aliens, undergoing terrifying surgery, and awakening in what seems to be a strange sort of asylum where she's tasked with caretaking an apparently catatonic patient.

On the downside, she has no idea what has happened to her, there's been a horrifying violation of her bodily autonomy, and she's surrounded by sinister doctors who have her in their complete power and don't seem to expect her or her patient to have any mind of their own.

On the upside: the aliens really fixed up her nose! she's always hated her nose but her parents would never let her do anything about it ['only Jewish girls get nose jobs' ... ah, 1967] and she is JUST thrilled about the new one :D

ExpandI'm just gonna spoil the whole plot of this book but tbh the nose job is already by far the wildest part )
skygiants: Cha Song Joo and Lee Su Hyun from Capital Scandal taking aim at each other (baby shot you down)
Over the summer I've seen a large-for-me number of movies, several of them in theaters (repertory and new) that I've been meaning to capsule review.

ExpandJohnny Eager )

ExpandThe Rocketeer )

ExpandI Saw the TV Glow )

ExpandThelma )

ExpandWhite Heat )

ExpandInfernal Affairs )

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