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I think I've suddenly become an evangelist for figures of speech.

During a recent poetry challenge in the Codex Writers' Group, someone recommended two books on the topic: The Elements of Eloquence: Secrets of the Perfect Turn of Phrase by Mark Forsyth, and Figures of Speech: 60 Ways to Turn a Phrase by Arthur Quinn. I found both delightfully readable, in their different stylistic ways, and also they convinced me of what Forsyth argues early on, which is that it's a shame we've almost completely stopped teaching these things. We haven't stopped using them; we're just doing so more randomly, on instinct, without knowing what tools are in our hands.

What do I mean when I say "figures of speech"? The list is eighty-seven miles long, and even people who study this topic don't always agree on which term applies where. But I like Quinn's attempt at a general definition, which is simply "an intended deviation from ordinary usage." A few types are commonly recognized, like alliteration or metaphor; a few others I recall cropping up in my English classes, like synecdoche (using part of a thing to refer to a whole: "get your ass over here" presumably summons the whole body, not just the posterior). One or two I actually learned in Latin class instead -- that being a language that can go to town on chiasmus (mirrored structure) because it doesn't rely on word order to make sense of a sentence. ("Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country": English can do it, too, just a bit more loosely.) Others were wholly new to me -- but only in the sense that I didn't know there was a name for that, not that I'd never heard it in action. Things like anadiplosis (repeating the end of one clause at the beginning of the next: "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.") or anastrophe (placing an adjective after the noun it modifies: "the hero victorious" or "treason, pure and simple")*.

*Before you comment to say I'm using any of these terms wrong, refer to the above comment about specialists disagreeing. That anastrophe might be hyperbaton instead, or maybe anastrophe refers to more than just that one type of rearranging, or or or. Whatever.

Quinn's book is the older one (written in the early '80s), and something like two-thirds of his examples are from Shakespeare or the Bible. On this front I have to applaud Forsyth more energetically, because he proves his point about how these things aren't irrelevant to modern English by quoting examples from sources like Katy Perry or Sting. (The chorus of "Hot n Cold" demonstrates antithesis; the verses of "Every Breath You Take" are periodic sentences, i.e. they build tension by stringing you out for a long time before delivering the necessary grammatical closure.) And when you get down to it, a ton of what the internet has done to the English language actually falls into some of these categories; the intentionally wrong grammar of "I can haz cheeseburger" is enallage at work -- not that most of us would call it that.

But Quinn delivers an excellent argument for why it's worth taking some time to study these things. He doesn't think there's much value in memorizing a long list of technical terms or arguing over whether a certain line qualifies as an example -- which, of course, is how this stuff often used to be taught, back when it was. Instead he says, "The figures have done their work when they have made richer the choices [the writer] perceives." And that's why I've kind of turned into an evangelist for this idea: as I read both books, I kept on recognizing what they were describing in my own writing, or in the memorable lines of others, and it heightened my awareness of how I can use these tools more deliberately. Both authors point out that sentiments which might seem commonplace if phrased directly acquire impact when phrased more artfully; "there's no there there" is catchier than "Nothing ever happens there," and "Bond. James Bond." took a name Fleming selected to be as dull as possible and made it iconic. And it brought home to me why there's a type of free verse I find completely uninteresting, because it uses none of these things: the author has a thought, says it, and is done, without any intended deviations from ordinary usage apart from some line breaks. At that point, the poem lives or dies entirely on the power of its idea, and most of the ones I bounce off aren't saying anything particularly profound.

So, yeah. I'm kinda burbling about a new obsession here, and no doubt several of you are giving me a sideways look of "ummm, okay then." But if you find this at all interesting, then I recommend both books as entertaining and accessible entry points to the wild jungle of two thousand years of people disagreeing over their terms.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/08rQSn)
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It's been a minute since I posted one of these! And by a minute, I mean a literal year.

As I mentioned a while ago, I stopped blogging about what I was reading because everything I was reading was research for a book series (The Sea Beyond) that I couldn't talk about yet. Then I was able to talk about it, but all my reading was still research, and while I know some of you would be interested in hearing about that, it was draining enough of my brain that writing extra about it, beyond my notes, was really not an appealing prospect.

But! While this post does contain one book from the tail end of that binge, and there are a few others I'll probably work my way through later (as we get started on the second volume of the duology), for now, I'm actually reading some other stuff.

Fiesta y tragedia: Vivir y morir in la España del Siglo de Oro, Enrique Martínez Ruiz. Last of the research binge, and the fifth book I read in Spanish. This was actually the one I started with, but there are two reasons it took me forever to get through: first, it's over six hundred pages long in ebook, and second, a Spanish friend has confirmed that this guy's writing sometimes gets a little impenetrable. As in, I clocked a 127-word sentence, and that might not even be the longest one in here. For someone like me, barely muddling through a second language, daisy-chaining that many clauses together makes following the point of the sentence rather challenging. But there are few enough books on daily life in early modern Spain that beggars could not be choosers, and I got some very useful information out of here even if I had to do a lot of work to get it.

Language of Liars, S.L. Huang. Disclosure: I know the author through the Codex Writer's Group, and I got sent an advance copy of this for blurbing purposes.

Forthcoming SF novella about linguistics that is, among other things, taking some potshots at nineteenth-century anthropologists (my comment about that was "it's like shooting fish in a barrel, where the fish deserve it"). The story itself is not for the faint of heart, and I won't be surprised in the slightest if it winds up on awards lists.

Dragonsong, Anne McCaffrey. Re-read, or rather re-listen, for an upcoming book club. I remember really liking the Harper Hall trilogy; I'm not sure how much of that memory owes itself to later books in the series, and how much is rose-tinted glasses. But man does this one take a while to get started. You're fully a quarter of the way in before it gets to what I remembered as the plot; everything before that basically consists of detailing just how much Menolly's life at Half Circle Hold sucks. And then even once the plot gets started, way more time and attention is spent on what other characters are doing than I recalled -- in fact, parts of it felt rather like they were more there to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern the other Pern books than to really tell a story about Menolly and her fire lizards. It was a quick listen, and doing it in library audiobook meant it was filling time I spent in the car rather than leisure time at home, so I don't really regret it, but . . . yeah, I was not impressed this time around.

The Tainted Cup, Robert Jackson Bennett. Also read for that book club. I very much enjoyed Bennett's Divine Cities trilogy, and I was very interested in the premise of a detective story in a fantasy world, but the basic principles of the setting here are not as much my cup of tea -- I've never been a fan of the New Weird/body horror/etc. The notion of engraving is cool, and I liked Din reasonably well as a character (Ana a bit less so; you could get a pretty good bender on by drinking every time she grins), but I'm not sure I'm invested enough to continue. I do get the feeling that there is an Inevitable Revelation coming concerning certain things, and I'm curious to know what that is, but I might be at the level of "ask a friend" rather than reading the rest of the series myself.

Filling Your Worlds With Words: A Writer’s Guide to Linguistic Worldbuilding, C.D. Covington. Disclosure: Turning Darkness Into Light is one of the books discussed in here, because back when the author was doing her linguistics column for Tor.com/Reactor, I shamelessly asked her if she'd like to read my novel about translation.

This is a Kickstarter-funded book about many aspects of language and worldbuilding. It starts off with a fairly technical discussion of things like sound production and how those might differ for non-humanoid species, but this is not a book about conlanging; instead she touches on things like how names and speech styles reflect culture, how difficulties of translation can play into your plot, and why universal translators will never work outside of straight-up magic. The formatting for the print edition is not great, but the information is excellent, if you're interested in this sort of thing.

Spring, Summer, Asteroid, Bird: The Art of Eastern Storytelling, Henry Lien. This admits up-front that it's making sweeping generalizations about "Eastern" and "Western" storytelling, and that it's deliberately taking the piss out of the latter in an attempt to shake up the brains of readers for whom that's an unexamined default. It's a slim book (I read it in an evening) that unpacks the four-part story structure usually referred to in English by its Japanese name, kishōtenketsu, as well as nested and circular storytelling, and also the cultural values that tend to go hand-in-hand with these forms. Lien uses various bits of fairly well-known media to illustrate his points, so it's not all abstract discussion. Lots of food for thought here!
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Last year I stopped posting about what I'd been reading because it abruptly became All Research, All the Time for The Sea Beyond, and I couldn't talk yet about what Alyc and I were working on. Then I could talk about it, but it didn't make good fodder for the usual "here's what I've been reading" posts, and I didn't have the time or energy to work through the backlog to do the kinds of individualized book reports I did back in my Onyx Court days.

But this book gets a report, because this is the first time I've read an entire book in a language other than English.

Mind you, I wouldn't give myself full, unadulterated credit. I did rely on Google Lens to check my comprehension of each paragraph after I'd read it, or to assist with sentences I couldn't quite make sense of. (Some of which I did in fact read correctly the first time, but what they said was so unexpected, I needed verification.) Machine translation also helped a great deal with the quotations of undiluted seventeenth-century Spanish -- though after a while I got better at coping with "hazer" and "dexar" and "avía" and "buelta" -- and I flat-out needed it for the untranslated Catalan, from which I can pluck out at most fifty percent of the words via cognates.

Still and all, I read this book. On the basis of three years of Spanish classes from ages thirteen to fifteen, a reading comprehension test in graduate school that I passed with an assist from four years of Latin + watching a bunch of familiar movies with their Spanish subtitles running, and a headfirst dive into a Spanish practice app when this series got officially greenlit. I am stupidly proud of myself for doing as well as I did.

And I'm glad I attempted it! In the grand scheme of things, Cisneros is no Liza Picard; he quotes abundantly from the writings of period travelers and Valencian observers, but he doesn't seem to have gone digging deeply into other kinds of sources or context that might have fleshed out his description in greater detail. It's all fine and well to tell me what kinds of development was done around the Palacio Real, but I had to look elsewhere to verify my guess that, in the usual absence of the monarch, that was the residence of the viceroy instead. Cisneros is very obviously writing to an audience of fellow Valencians -- there's a constant evocation of "our city" and "our ancestors" -- and his goal is mostly to glorify things about the city that date back to the seventeenth century and to describe things that are no longer there. He does acknowledge some of the less-attractive parts, like the rather dingy houses occupied by non-elites or the truly massive amount of interpersonal violence, but he's not trying to fully explore daily life back then.

Beggars can't be choosers, though. There's an astonishing paucity of books in English about daily life in Golden Age Spain -- as in, I've found a grand total of two, plus one about sailing with the New World treasure fleets -- and even in Spanish, it's hard to find works that focus on Valencia, which is where a significant part of the story will be set. But for every bit where Cisneros goes into stultifying detail on the Baroque renovations of individual churches (almost all of them late enough to be irrelevant to our series), there's another bit where he tells me exactly which parts of the river embankment will be under construction when our protagonist arrives there, or how Valencians were required to water the streets in the summer to cool off the city and reduce disease, or what now-vanished traditions represent what they did for fun. (At Carneval, they pelted each other with orange skins filled with such delightful stuffings as bran, fat, and the must left over from wine-making. Apparently injuries were not uncommon: he quotes a poem whose title more or less translates to "From a gentleman to the lady who put his eye out with an orange.")

So this gave me a decent amount of very useful concrete detail that will help Valencia feel like Valencia, not Generic Early Modern European City. It may have taken me weeks to read its 228 pages, because I could only manage about ten pages a day before my brain shorted out and stopped processing any Spanish at all, but in the long run, it was worth it!
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Around 2019, I realized that my reading had become somewhat sporadic -- or rather, that it had been somewhat sporadic for quite some time. And when I considered why, I was able to trace it back to a specific root cause:

The Onyx Court.

When I started writing a historical fantasy series, I dove headfirst into research. And as a result, when it came time to set work aside and do something else, "read more" was not high on my list, even if what I would be reading was fun novels instead of history books. Then I finished the Onyx Court series and continued onward into the Memoirs of Lady Trent, which weren't so research-intensive, but did involve periodic dips into that mode as I oriented myself in a new region for each book. And I just . . . kind of drifted away from regular reading. Until I noticed the lack and made a conscious decision to go back.

Well, here we are in 2024, I'm writing a historical fantasy series again -- and I've read almost no novels since March.

I binged a few in July when I was on vacation, so I'm sure the impulse isn't dead. (It's only pining for the fjords. (Don't throw things at me. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition" has been stuck in my head since March.)) Every so often I slip in something along the way, especially light, quick reads -- W.E. Johns' Worrals books have been good for that. But my TBR shelf, which I was making very steady progress through, has completely stalled out.

The good news is, although I think this particular dive may be even deeper than before -- driven by the fact that I started with much less of a grounding in the first place -- unlike the Onyx Court series, when we're done drafting the first book, I don't have to start all over again in a new century for the second. So I anticipate getting back to more normal reading habits early next year.

But man, I miss wanting to read in my spare time.
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Temporarily redacting some of what I read in March, so this is a shorter post than usual.

Legends of Rotorua and the Hot Lakes, A.W. Reed, ill. Dennis Turner. Last of the folklore books my parents picked up for me during their travels in New Zealand and Australia. This one is not only regional but to some extent focused on toponymy, which is to say, the stories behind why certain places have the names they do -- which connects it a bit with Keith Basso's Wisdom Sits in Places, though so far as I know the Maori don't have the same practice of using toponyms in daily conversation as a way of commenting on and influencing each other's behavior.

A Thousand Beginnings and Endings, ed. Ellen Oh and Elsie Chapman. Continuing my efforts to read some of the anthologies that have piled up unread in my wish list . . . this one focuses specifically on writers from South, Southeast, and East Asia telling stories based on folklore from their own heritage, and I really appreciated the explanatory note after each tale. Even when I could recognize the source on my own (which wasn't all the time), I liked seeing the authors talk about why they chose that one, what it was their brains snagged on and wanted to respond to, etc. My favorite may have been Rahul Kanakia's "Spear Carrier" -- certainly not the only one I liked, but I'm writing this post while out of the house and unable to glance back at the stories, and that's the one that stands out most distinctly in my memory (in a good way), a really interesting sort of time travel/portal angle on the Mahabharata.

The Fated Sky, Mary Robinette Kowal. Second of the Lady Astronaut books. These are interesting to look at from a structural standpoint, because their subject matter -- humanity needing to establish colonies on the Moon and/or Mars before the Earth becomes uninhabitable in the decades following a massive meteor strike in the '50s -- means these have much less of the conventional plot shape than most SF/F novels. They have to cover years at a time, in a sphere of activity where progress is made up of incremental advances rather than a solution assembled and delivered in a lump, and so while the ending delivers a milestone, it's less climactic than most stories. Whether you like these will depend much more on how much you like the journey to that point, with all the technical and political and interpersonal challenges to be surmounted along the way (some of which will, in very realistic fashion, not so much get surmounted as fade into the background). I do like that kind of story, and without getting into spoilers, lemme just say the bag was one of the most effectively horrifying things I've read in quite some time.

The Empress of Salt and Fortune, Nghi Vo. First novella of a series I've been reading about for some time. The cover copy made getting into this a little rockier than it needed to be, because it focused my attention in the wrong place for how the story actually begins, but once I got past that I very much enjoyed it. This pulls off the trick of being able to suggest a large and vivid world despite working in a confined length -- and I know I will get to see more of it as I continue the series!

An Enchantment of Ravens, Margaret Rogerson. As I've mentioned before, I've largely gone off reading YA for the time being, but this one was on my list and I was in a mood for something about fae. Rogerson does a pretty good job with them, in part because this avoids some of the stereotypical YA feel: yes, there's a hot faerie prince the protagonist is in love with, but said protagonist is convincingly established in an adult life of her own, and as such, she spends part of this book debating what love even really is, and whether what she's feeling qualifies for that name. The realm of the fae is compellingly detailed (and avoids the bog-standard Seelie/Unseelie divide), the threat there feels real rather than contrived, and I think my only real quibble is that there's one detail at the end which I wish had been delivered just a little bit differently. Sadly, Rogerson does not seem to have written more in this world, because I would probably read it if she had.

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/DMewpA)
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Embroidered Worlds: Fantastic Fiction from Ukraine & the Diaspora, ed. Valya Dudycz Lupescu, Olha Brylova, and Iryna Pasko. Anthology Kickstarted last year. I'm trying to read more anthologies in general, because I keep adding them to my wishlist and sometimes my bookshelf, but it's a bit hard; I would almost always rather pick up a novel.

This one is broad in tone, because its theme is (obviously) a particular community rather than a topic or even a genre. As with The Way Spring Arrives, you get everything from epic fantasy to literary contemporary fantasy to surrealist SF to horror, based on whatever it is the author in question likes to write. Naturally, that meant I didn't wind up enjoying all the stories, because some of them are just not my type of thing. But sometimes it's nice to get a broad cross-section.

Network Effect, Martha Wells. Murderbot does a novel! I was enjoying the novellas, but it was nice to get a more substantial plot to sink my teeth into, with more stages along the way. Very happy to see a certain character return, and I legit laughed at "Anybody who thinks machine intelligences don't feel emotions needs to be in this very uncomfortable room right now." And as much as I like Mensah, I was glad the plot didn't feature her; she's got her rhythm now with everybody's favorite rogue SecUnit, and in a lot of ways it's more interesting to make Murderbot deal with people it doesn't remotely have that rapport with (yet).

This book did also deliver more of what I was commenting on before, with regard to the remnants. Oddly, though, I still feel a little unsatisfied there -- not sure if it's just me, or what. That aspect still strikes me a bit like a Macguffin to make the real story go, and I don't know if it will stay there or eventually rear its head to be the actual focus of the narrative or not.

(Side note: I always find it pleasing when I think "I wonder if this story will ever do X" and then five minutes/fifty pages later, X happens. In this case, it was the whole business with Three. I am pleased by this kind of thing because it means I'm on the correct wavelength for the story, foreseeing what might happen without either waiting too long for a development or being disappointed because I can see a cool possibility the author appears to be ignoring.)

The Language of Power, Rosemary Kirstein. Thus do I join the ranks of those waiting for this series to be finished! Not to mention poring over the bits and pieces Kirstein has shared from books five and six over the years/deleted scenes from earlier volumes/etc. in an attempt to divine something from their entrails. I know a lot of readers these days are extremely cynical about starting to read a series that isn't yet complete (which is bad for the chances of many series ever being completed), and it doesn't exactly inspire confidence that this one was published in 2004, with nothing else released yet. But 1) keeping the torch alive through recruiting new readers improves the odds that Kirstein will be able to spare the time from paying the bills to finish the last two books and 2) as I said in a discussion with a friend about my Wheel of Time fannish days, some stories are actually very rewarding to read while they're incomplete, because they leave you time and space for speculation.

This particular volume does seem to raise more questions than it answers, most of which I can't really say anything about here other than obliquely, e.g. "wtf was it that Kieran saw." I joined a Steerswoman fan Discord after finishing this, and at least nobody else seems to have a solid answer, either? Though there is much theorizing, about that and other things. Which really is one of the great delights about this series, and why I find myself being much more spoiler-averse in talking about it to friends than I normally am: I have enjoyed piecing together the clues to date, and I don't want to rob anybody else of that experience. Especially since "gather evidence and theorize about it" is kinda what steerswomen are for.

1602, Neil Gaiman, ill. Andy Kubert, col. Richard Isanove. We've been watching Marvel's What If? show, and the "1602" episode reminded me that Gaiman once did a comics miniseries by that name (and of similar, though not remotely identical, plot). Being a nerd for that period of history, of course I was interested in picking it up.

It's . . . okay? Admittedly, I'm coming into this not from a comics background; most of these characters I know from various movies. But also, this struck me as way too overstuffed -- more than two dozen superheroes crammed into eight issues, like Gaiman felt he had to get as many fan favorites in there as possible. I would have preferred fewer characters and more time spent exploring each, so we get to enjoy seeing how their particular powers and personality manifest in this era. I also would have preferred it to be its own, freestanding thing, rather than having it explicitly tie back into the Marvel multiverse and the main canon; it would have been great to have a Captain America who was actually Native American. Ah well.

Riding the Trail of Tears, Blake M. Hausman. So, imagine that the old Oregon Trail game was a virtual reality simulation. Except that instead of being (implied white) pioneers heading off to colonize other lands, all players/customers are Cherokee Indians being forcibly removed west. And in addition to perils like dysentery, you also have to concern yourself with being murdered by soldiers. (But don't worry! When you die, you get to go talk to the Wise Old Medicine Man, who is programmed to spout exactly the kind of New Age-y platitudes you want to hear.)

I really liked this book for a while. The first chapter was disorienting, but in a way that I trusted would make sense later, once the story looped back to focus on the narrator and what's going on there. After that, you follow one of the simulation's tour guides, Tallulah Wilson (one-quarter Cherokee), as she takes yet another group through the Trail of Tears -- only for things to start going very, very wrong. That part was great: kind of horrifying (their tour is for some reason operating at a higher severity level than the customers signed up for), very full of tension, and also dropping all kinds of historical information along the way that, surprise surprise, my classes as a kid never mentioned.

Unfortunately, that didn't last. One of the tourists gets separated from the group -- not just separated in the simulation of the Trail of Tears, but off somewhere else entirely in the VR system -- and her alternating chapters are full of characters having the sort of frustrating conversations where the other people aren't explaining anything and mostly everybody is talking past each other, the teeth of the gears constantly slipping and grinding. And then once the book moves into its final act, it basically opts to go full lit-fic rather than spec-fic, with more cryptic/elliptical conversations, a focus entirely on Tallulah's personal transformation rather than the question of what is going on with the simulation, and only the most fleeting of nods back toward that first chapter and the narrator presented there, so that all of that winds up feeling like a metaphor rather than the actual genre content I expected it to be. Even the Homeland Security agents who get mentioned time and time again (because people think the stuff going wrong might be the work of terrorists) end up not really mattering, their questioning of Tallulah afterward essentially irrelevant to the conclusion.

So, very disappointing to me in the end. Possibly more interesting to those who like lit-fic better, who don't mind the stylistic quirks here and the way the genre elements are more set dressing than actual content. Me, I would have enjoyed a book that kept following the Trail of Tears, fleshing out a history I don't know well at all, exploring the decisions made in coding this experience for capitalist consumption, and answering more of my questions about the ghosts in the machine.

Hideki Smith, Demon Queller, A.J. Hartley with Hisako Osako and Kuma Hartley. A fracking endeavor in North Carolina inadvertently releases Japanese monsters; the story is partly about how a pair of half-Japanese siblings deal with the issue, and partly about why exactly there are Japanese monsters in the North Carolina mountains in the first place.

The plot, for the most part, is ordinary enough, in terms of the tropes and so forth you expect out of this type of contemporary fantasy; what made me enjoy this one was the characters. Caleb and Emily (aka Hideki and Kazuko, though they never use those names) have been raised by an aggressively assimilationist nisei mother and a mild-mannered English father in a dying rural town where their immigrant grandmother is the only other Asian person in sight. The reason Hisako Osako and Kuma Hartley are co-credited with A.J. Hartley on this book is that the latter is writing from secondhand experience; his Japanese wife and mixed-race kid don't have it as bad as the Smith family, thanks in part to living in a more cosmopolitan area, but Hartley is definitely trying to represent their perspective here, with their input.

But it isn't all racism and suffering, either. I actively enjoyed the sibling relationship between Caleb and the slightly older Emily, which strikes an excellent balance of plausible bickering over love, support, and entertaining banter. Caleb's almost total ignorance of everything Japanese is laid against Emily's stealth investigations in that direction, sneaking behind their mother's back to stay in touch with the heritage -- and the grandmother -- the mom is so determined to cut all ties with (for reasons that, yes, tie into the story). The cast of supporting characters is relatively small, in part because this is so short, but there's a foundation there for more in the future; this book wraps up its own plot while leaving the door open for future adventures.

Beyond Measure: The Hidden History of Measurement from Cubits to Quantum Constants, James Vincent. Nonfiction that wasn't quite what I expected it to be -- not necessarily a bad thing. Although Vincent starts out by discussing things like where we get our oldest units of measurement from, how they were maintained, and what happened when you got different competing units within nominally the same country, he's equally or more interested in the political side of how those measurements get used. As a result, many of the chapters are about things like the attempts to measure people (the guy who invented the first IQ test actively didn't want it being used the way we've wound up using it! he was trying to identify and then help students who had trouble in the classroom!), land (the surveying of the U.S. and how that was used to further the colonial project to oust indigenous tribes), and the various statistics we track about ourselves now, through devices like smartwatches. There's an entire chapter on metricization, why it's never fully happened in the U.S. -- though we use metric here in more ways than you may realize, e.g. as the means by which we define our yards and gallons and so forth -- and why some people in the U.K. are still trying to roll it back.

So ultimately, the focus is pretty heavily on the role measurement plays in our lives and our politics, with a slightly lesser proportion of attention to the creation of the measures themselves. I read it pretty quickly but didn't find it super engaging overall; as far as "readable nonfiction" goes, I'd place this in the middle of the pack.

Emily Wilde’s Encyclopedia of Faeries, Heather Fawcett. I kept hearing about this book in the context of comparisons to the Memoirs of Lady Trent, and, well. Female scholar in the nineteenth century travels the world to study dragons, told in the form of a memoir; female scholar in the early twentieth century travels the world to study faeries, told in the form of diary entries. Yeah, I can't say the comparison isn't apt.

This was enjoyable, though possibly the similarities made me read critically in ways I might not have otherwise. For example, I didn't feel this leveraged the diary format as effectively as it could have; there were places where it seemed to be forgotten or missed opportunities to play with the way time and event interact in that setup. The academic world as presented also felt a little out of period (not to mention gets multiple things about Cambridge profoundly wrong). It did a good job of evoking its environment, though, and I liked several aspects of how the fae were presented. I'm not sure if I'll read the second, because I kept quibbling with it so much as I read, but this isn't a case where I regret how I spent my time.

Summerland, Hannu Rajaniemi. 1930s espionage between Britain and the Soviet Union over the Spanish Civil War, with the added twist that an afterlife has been confirmed to exist -- the Summerland -- and so the spying is conducted across the borders between life and death. As the tag line goes, how do you deal with a spy who's already dead?

I liked this pretty well up until the ending. A female SIS agent finds out from a Russian defector that there is a double agent in her organization's ranks; in contrast with many stories that have that setup, she's told outright who the mole is, and so the challenge is not to identify him. Instead she has to figure out how to stop him when he's politically very well protected. Meanwhile, you also get the mole's side of the story, showing why he went over to the other side. (Er, the Soviets, I mean. But also the Other Side, because he's dead.) There's lots of great detail around the period and the premise.

Where it fell down a bit for me was the conclusion. Information comes to light that changes the playing field quite a bit; that part was great, as I am a sucker for complex realignments of loyalties. But the information itself is kind of an enormous bombshell that just . . . doesn't get dealt with in this book. Or ever, I think, since as far as I know, Summerland is a standalone. I recognize that following up on this element would send the story in a very different direction from the espionage games it started with, but its insertion wound up feeling a bit like something enormous was needed to make the ending fall out in a certain fashion, and the consequences were left by the wayside. Still enjoyable overall, but it didn't quite stick the landing.

Suffer the Little Children, Ann Swinfen. I am now halfway through this historical series, and while this one is more successful than The Portuguese Affair -- once again, it makes the intelligent choice to focus largely on events in a historical context, rather than historical events so large the protagonist is only a spectator -- it's a structural mess. The title refers to the book's major focus on the problem of orphans and abused children in Elizabethan London, with lots of smaller strands having to do with Kit looking for ways to help them; that part was fine. Then there's a major plot about a rich five-year-old heiress being kidnapped for ransom, in which the kidnapper appears to be a bit of an idiot and also some of the street children play an excessively convenient role (they just happen to be in the right place at the right time to do something pivotal).

And then oh, btw, there's an assassination plot against Queen Elizabeth that has nothing whatsoever to do with the kid-related stuff, which gets mentioned at the start and then almost completely forgotten until the last 10% or so of the book. (At which point the identity of the assassin becomes screamingly obvious to the reader.) The only element vaguely stitching these two things together is the continued presence of Burbage's theatre company, because they're invited to perform at the Twelfth Night festivities where the assassination attempt will occur, and they help out with some of the kid stuff.

I'm still reading this series for the same reason I read Swinfen's Oxford Medieval Mysteries, which is that I enjoy the exploration of the period setting. She does her research and brings interesting nuggets of it into her stories. But much more than that other series, this one really does feel like three separate things awkwardly grafted together: why is a physician deeply involved in code-breaking and espionage and also theatre people keep showing up in the story even though they're not really relevant? (Those latter two could fit together more smoothly if Swinfen were more willing to make use of Marlowe, but in his brief appearances here he's presented as a thoroughly dislikable and anti-Semitic jerk, and since Kit is a Portuguese crypto-Jew of confused religious sentiment . . .) It might have worked better to choose two out of three, or to write multiple series in this time period.

System Collapse, Martha Wells. With this, I have run out of Murderbot to read. (Yes, I've tracked down the short stories.) I didn't expect this one to be such a close continuation of Network Effect; the latter ends in a fashion that made me expect new adventures somewhere else. I don't really mind, because the conflict here is genuinely a different one than in the previous book, despite being in the same place and involving the same situation; the hunt for the other installation was nicely tense, and then the revelation of what problem has to be solved was a good twist away from what you were being primed to expect.

In a way, though, I think I'm glad to be pausing for a while here. Although I've spaced the material out a bit, I did read the whole series in about two months, and I think I'm hitting the point at which I'm overdosing on the flavor. I was really hoping to see something here that, in hindsight, was unlikely to happen because it's at odds with the series' tone: for all the combat that happens in these books, I've realized I find them emotionally cozy. The stakes in that regard are things like "will Murderbot learn to accept other people caring about it." So when I realized I was mentally rooting for the story to go harder on that front, it felt like a signal that I've had enough of this series for the time being, and am in a mood for something different that will put its main characters through more of a wringer. I'll be happy to return here when there's more!

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/4FtxN4)
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Artificial Condition, Martha Wells. Choo-choo, the Murderbot train keeps rolling!

I found the beginning of this one slightly rocky, in terms of trying to orient the reader in a world that basically didn't show up within the constrained space of All Systems Red. I was also unsure how I would feel about the story, given that I enjoyed the character interactions in the first novella, but all of those characters had now left the stage. Fortunately, soon there was ART! And Murderbot's difficulties in figuring out how to navigate the broader world without getting caught or giving away its identity as a rogue SecUnit were engaging enough after those slightly stiff opening pages. I had to tell myself I shouldn't read the next one immediately after, because I know I like series better with a bit of breathing room between installments.

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The Calculating Stars, Mary Robinette Kowal. Been meaning to read this for an age, but I'm in a mood for SF much more rarely than for fantasy. (Disclaimer: the author is a friend.)

It starts off with a hell of a bang: a meteorite strike that not only causes unthinkably massive destruction across the eastern seaboard of the U.S. (and ancillary damage elsewhere, from tsunamis and the like), but in the longer term -- fifty years, give or take -- is likely to cause an extinction event, due to the effect it has on the global climate. As a result, the race is on to colonize other parts of the solar system before Earth can no longer support human life . . . but since that meteorite strike happens in the 1950s, the hurdles in the path of that goal include not only technological limitations, but howling levels of racism and sexism, plus a reluctance to believe it will really be that bad and are we sure it isn't all some secret commie plot?

So yeah, it shares a lot in common with the T.V. show For All Mankind. There are differences, though: much more of a ticking clock (this isn't just about beating the Soviets; it's about saving the species), less focus on queerness and more on mental health (the narrator, Elma, suffers from anxiety), etc. By dint of being a book instead of a show, it can also drop you much more deeply into the science and the technical skills involved in things like piloting, which is great if you're me and devour that kind of verisimilitude even when you don't know what the words mean. The narrative significance always comes through, and that's the important part.

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In November of last year, seeing how many novels by Native American authors had piled up on my wish lists, I decided to spend the entire month reading only those. It was an interesting experience, giving me the chance to see patterns that might otherwise have slipped past me, but I said at the end that I was unlikely to repeat the experiment -- in part because it meant saving up those authors for a concentrated binge, rather than just reading them whenever.

And indeed, since then I've been reading them whenever. But as November drew close this year, I realized my wish lists also contained quite a lot of nonfiction about Native American subjects. Given that I've been craving nonfiction a bit, I decided it was reasonable to binge that instead.

It's wound up a smaller binge than I originally envisioned, because I maaaaay have also been lured in by Baldur's Gate 3 this month. >_> But still, it's given me the impetus to read some things that have been languishing for a while, and that's good. Let's get to it!

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Noting here for posterity: in October I started reading the Shahnameh. I mention this because my edition (which isn’t even complete!) is nine hundred and sixty-two pages long. I will still be reading it next month. I will still be reading it next year. I will always be reading the Shahnameh. I will always have been reading the Shahnameh. O_O

But on to the things I finished this past month . . .

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Pursuant to yesterday's post (which I'll be following up on later), I tried to take some time off in September. Result: I read a lot, though some of these are quite short.

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The Truth of the Aleke, Moses Ose Utomi.

I actually read this last month, but forgot to note it then.

This was sent to me for blurbing, because I read, loved, and happily blurbed Utomi's previous novella, The Lies of the Ajungo. As the titles imply, this is a connected story -- I guess it's fair to call it a sequel, but Lies was such a beautifully paced and self-contained story, and this isn't attempting to continue on with the same character or anything as simple as that. Its vibe is a bit different, too, less mythic in tone. If you've read the first novella you'll be looking for the irony in the title of this one, and it's there . . . but it's not quite the same irony as before, which is good. My only problem now is figuring out what to say for my blurb, which I swear to god is harder than writing an actual story.

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Siren Queen, Nghi Vo. This one is likely of interest to several people I know: Chinese-American history, pre-Code Hollywood, queerness, and fae. Luli Wei is determined to make a career for herself in film, and to do it without falling into certain stereotypical roles -- but this is an openly magical version of history where the studio system genuinely does have a supernatural hold on its performers, actors can take long-term damage from the cameras, and "becoming a star" means literally acquiring your very own gleaming spot in the sky, which will persist for as long as people remember and watch your movies.

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For a month in which I spent the first few weeks convinced I wouldn't read many books, this list sure wound up long. Though it's somewhat artificially inflated by five graphic novels, which don't take much time to read.

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/YnDE3E)
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My WordPress cross-poster plugin appears to throw a rod if the post in question is too long, so I'm manually putting up my "books read" here. If the cross-post shows up belatedly, let me know and I'll take it down, since the syntax of a WP cut tag and a DW cut tag are not the same, which means DW is going to have a WALL O' TEXT.

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Much less to report this month. Less reading overall, as I was very busy writing, but also I bounced off a good half-dozen books that either just didn't hook me or were picked up for research and proved not to be nearly as useful as I'd hoped.

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More Japan -- but not quiiiite All Japan, All the Time . . .

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Much of this month's reading was All Japan, All the Time, as I got started on the draft of The Market of 100 Fortunes (my third Legend of the Five Rings novel). Some of that was direct research; some was just me getting my head back into the correct cultural gear; some was me figuring, well, I've got a bunch of Japan-related books that have been piling up on my lists, so why not use this as an impetus to read some of them.

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Yoon Ha Lee has mentioned this quartet of books several times over the years, reminding me that I loved them as a kid and prompting me to re-acquire the series to see if it holds up. (The four volumes are Prince of the Godborn, Children of the Wind, The Dead Kingdom, and The Seventh Gate.) My recollection, at a distance of nearly thirty years, was that it had amazing worldbuilding and an ending that kid!me had kind of a "Jesus, Grandpa, what did you read me this thing for?" reaction to, but which I suspected was actually kind of amazing in ways I didn't properly appreciate at the time.

Reader, I did not misremember.

Plot summary first: the declining empire of Galkis is under threat from without and from within, and their only hope is for someone to go on a quest to free their prophecied Savior from a prison whose seven keys are in the keeping of seven sorcerers (well, five sorcerers and two sorceresses). This is 100% unabashed Plot Coupon territory, a reason for Prince Kerish-lo-Taan, his half-brother Forollkin, and the companions they pick up along the way to roam through nearly the entire map collecting inventory items until they have the full set . . . but two things significantly mitigate the cheesiness and predictability of that plot. The first is just what it means in practice for them to be obtaining those keys, and the second is how it all resolves in the end, which is not at all what you might expect (hence kid!me's reaction).

Before I get to that, though, the worldbuilding. When I bought copies of the books, they were shockingly short; the longest is still less than 250 pages. How much setting richness, I wondered, could possibly be squeezed into such a small space?

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