Oops, I’ve not posted in awhile, so I have some backlog here.
I finished reading The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate to my third-grader. It’s the third or fourth time I’ve read it, and sadly it’ll probably be the last. On one level, it’s great, a middle-grade story of a girl living in Texas in 1899 and her relationship with her granddad the amateur naturalist. It has a great dry wit. But this read-through, the strong focus on the wealthy white kid, living on a plantation that once housed slaves (with her granddad implied to have been the enslaver) with Black people in the background as servants, and with none of that addressed in any way–it just didn’t sit right with me at all.
The Witness for the Dead, Katherine “Goblin Emperor” Addison’s latest book, was quite fun. Set in the same empire as her previous book but starring a bit player from the first, it’s a stand-alone story about a quiet man who can hear the voices of the dead, sort of. A murder mystery at heart, quiet and thoughtful. Also, the names are all like Zenzobar and Barzenzo and Zenbaro and Obarzen, and jobs like “cop” have made-up words for them, and come on, Katherine, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.
A few weeks ago I read the Empress of Salt and Fortune and loved it, so when I saw Nghi Vo had a new novella, When the Tiger Came Down the Mountain, I snagged it–and am glad I did. Set in a mythical east Asia, an historian and her guide are waylaid by weretigers, and they tell a story to save their lives. It’s really delightful, and a very short read. Highly recommended.
Paladin of Souls is the second Lois McMaster Bujold novel I’ve read, and thank you, folks who recommended her to me! Just like The Curse of Chalion, it was a tightly-constructed story whose magic absolutely served the characters and plot. I will definitely read more by her.
Afterland has echoes of Children of Men. A flu-like disease triggers an untreatable, fatal prostate cancer in nearly everyone with a prostate, and five years later there are almost no biological male humans left. The story follows the mom of one of the few surviving boys as she and he are chased cross-country. It had some interesting ideas, and it passed the time just fine, but honestly I never really cared about any of the characters, either to love the protagonists or hate the villains. It’d be a good beach read, but don’t hope for much more.
But my favorites are a pair that I didn’t even pick up at first, my wife saw one at the library and thought I’d like it: The Bone Ships and Call of the Bone Ships. They have a bit of Robin Hobb in them, inasmuch as they’re nautical fantasy with dragons, but I adored the main character and his relationship to his captain and his weird-ass birdman who can squawk up a storm. It took me a bit to get into the writing style, which is a bit florid; but once I caught the rhythm, it really, really worked for me. The third and final book comes out in September, and I’m stoked. Highly recommended.