It’s been awhile since I’ve posted, but I’ve only read a few books over the past month.
Moonbound, by Robin Sloan. Quick: name your three favorite entertainments from 5,000 years ago. Song, artwork, novel, field’s wide open. If you struggled, you’ll understand part of what annoyed me so much about this book. It’s set 13,000 years in the future. Humanity has more or less been destroyed through the apocalypse described in the prologue. Yet there are multiple references to cultural artifacts of the late 20th and early 21st century.
Humanity’s descendants, 13,000 years in the future, sing a variant of “Seven Nation Army”? Television shows remain a significant art form four centuries from now? Pixellated handheld gaming devices are popular?
It is a tremendous failure of imagination, to assume that the culture one has grown up in is going to be significant for our descendants in two centuries, much less 130 centuries.
Perhaps it was intended as sly, inside-joke humor. If so, I’m afraid it fell flat for me.
Silver Nitrate, by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. I keep reading her books, because they’re good enough, but they’re never good enough to really grab me, and this one was no exception. The film industry of mid-nineties Mexico is a cool setting, and power-mad sorcerers and Nazis are cool villains, but this book never rose above that. She’s a genre author without ever breaking genre conventions. Lots of folks love her stuff, and I wish I did, too.
Fuzz, by Mary Roach. It’s the first Roach book I’ve read, and I really enjoyed it: a nonfiction account of conflicts between humans and other animals (and the occasional tree). It’s informative, grim, and hilarious; her observational humor is right up my alley. I’ll definitely seek out more of her stuff.
But far and away the best thing I read in the past month, and a contender for best-of-the-year for me, is The Daughter’s War, by Christopher Buehlman. Now THIS is how you do genre fiction! Often, grim fantasy is edgelord fantasy. “Look at how gross I can be!” the author says, proud as a six-year-old. “Look at me breaking taboos! Grody, right? Hey, watch this!”
Daughters War is nothing like that. It starts from a reasonable, awful premise, and explores that premise fully and unflinchingly. There are moments of visceral horror, but they’re earned.
Part of what makes it work is the careful characterization. The narrator’s voice is balanced with who she is and is fundamentally different from the voice of (its sequel, written first) Blacktongue Thief’s narrator–where he’s wry, self-deprecating, and cynical, she’s straightforward, proud, and insecure. The few sections where other narrators take over show a significant change in voice.
Part of what makes it work is the humor. Different characters joke in the midst of horror, and their jokes are different, and horribly funny.
Part of what makes it work is the excellent writing.
Part of what makes it work is GIANT WAR CORVIDS.
All in all, this is one of the best fantasies of the year.