Khadaji's Whatcha Readin' thread -- June 2018 Edition

I finished Into the Drowning Deep, the mermaid horror book. Once you get past the obvious comedy value of the premise, you’ve got a pretty bog-standard paint-by-numbers thriller. I think the author was trying for something more than that, but she didn’t achieve it, IMO.

Today I finished The City of Lost Fortunes, a debut novel about the gods who live in modern New Orleans.

If you think this book owes a huge-ass debt to American Gods, you’re right, and I came close to putting it down based on that–but then I realized that it also owes a huge-ass debt to Tim Powers, who can be pretty fun, and then I realized that the author’s own voice was coming into its own.

It’s not the best thing I’ve ever read, but it’s a pretty fun story, crackerjack fanfic set in the American Gods universe, and I’d definitely read something else by the author, including a sequel.

Next up: Ninefox Gambit, about which I know nothing except that it was nominated for some award (Hugo?)

The latter, I think. Peter Pond Lake is named after him, because it’s on the Metheye Portage, which was the trade connection between Rupert’s Land and the Mackenzie Basin. Pond was the first of European descent to lead an expedition over it and open up the Great Slave area for fur trade with the Nor’Westers.

Dipping into Staking Claims and learnt some interesting info about the role Oberlin College played in resisting the Fugitive Slave catchers. Oberlin is, of course, the alma mater of a certain Númenórean who frequents these threads.

Started today on The Dead House by Billy O’Callaghan, a ghost story set in Ireland.

A note: The Rook by Dan O’Malley, which several people (including myself) have lauded in these threads in the past, is a special deal on Kindle this month for $1.99. That’s an impulse purchase, y’all. Here’s a direct link: The Rook

Finished Tom Clancy’s Red Storm Rising. The ending was a little abrupt but it was a good speculative war novel, all in all.

I’ve begun John Scalzi’s latest, Head On, a sequel to Lock In, a near-future FBI procedural novel about an investigation into the death of a player in an ultraviolent telepresence sport. Very readable and interesting so far. Scalzi rarely lets me down.

I’m also partway through We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, a 2013 novel by Karen Joy Fowler, a selection of my book club. It was slow getting started and I almost gave up on it, but it’s getting better. It’s about a dysfunctional American family with two long-missing members and 'way too many secrets.

Hey, I went there, too! Great school.

Did you apply it directly to your forehead?

Finished Skulduggery Pleasant. The action scenes were well-written, and Skulduggery had some good lines, but otherwise I didn’t really care for it.

Next up: Tongues of Serpents, by Naomi Novik, the sixth Temeraire novel.

I finished reading “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” by Mark Twain. It was kind of cute even though Tom is an asshole. I thought the ending where they find a bunch of treasure was a bit lame.

Have you read Huckleberry Finn? Tom’s part in that will make you want to murder the little bastard.

Thanks to the recommendation of a colleague, I have found a new mystery series that is right up my street - British, with quirky characters, pretty good (not great) plots, and tons of modern London atmosphere. It’s the Bryant and May series by Christopher Fowler. The protagonists are two very elderly men who work in the Peculiar Crimes Unit - one quite unconventional who dresses in whatever comes to hand and always has bags of sweets in his pocket; the other is well-dressed and conventional, but he appreciates his partner’s methods because they often have led to success. They complement each other neatly. Oh, yes, there is the incompetent and belligerent boss, and various nefarious bureaucrats trying to close down the unit in spite of, or because of, their successes.

As I said the plots are pretty good but not great. In the first book I read I knew a key plot point way before it was revealed. In the one I just finished there was one coincidence that was just too much to accept. But the plots do keep me turning the pages right to the end. Oh, and don’t hold it against the author that he is the screenwriter responsible for the awful “The Hitcher” from the late 80s. These are nothing like that.

Yes, I have read Huckleberry Finn. Yes, the book goes to crap once they introduce Tom Sawyer.

Has anyone read “Tom Sawyer Abroad” or “Tom Sawyer, Detective”? Were they entertaining?

Finished The Dead House; hated it. The author did a good job of making me see the landscape and setting the mood, but then he got carried away with descriptions of the ineffable qualities of light and technique in paintings, detailed accounts of unimportant characters, and a whole lot of How I Met My Wife. People would speak in such writerly prose, it would completely knock me out of the story (which was nothing to shout about anyway). I was annoyed from the Ouija board scene onward. Why is it that every time somebody breaks out the Ouija board, everyone wants to play except that one person acting like a total puss? If my spirit is ever conjured back from the beyond, I am going to bop that whiner in the back of the head. Now you have been warned.

Next up, When the English Fall by David Williams. End of the world, Amish style.

I will keep that in mind. :wink:

Still enjoying John Scalzi’s Head On, a near-future FBI sf procedural. Good stuff.

Gave up on We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler about a fourth of the way through. Realized I just didn’t care about any of the characters or what happened next. Meh.

I’ve just begun Jeffrey Archer’s A Prison Diary, a memoir about his experiences when he was convicted of perjury and perverting the course of justice and sent to prison. As a celebrity author, he was often asked for his autograph by fellow inmates, and the card outside his cell with his name, DOB and sentence was often stolen by souvenir-seekers. It’s an interesting book, with his characteristic clean, straightforward prose.

Finished Head On - not Scalzi’s best, but a damn good read.

Just started The Falklands Play by Ian Curteis, a teleplay about British policy missteps and diplomatic maneuvering before and during the Falklands War. The show was allegedly turned down by the BBC after they commissioned it because it was too pro-Thatcher, even as the Beeb was running some anti-Thatcher-themed programs. It didn’t air until long after she’d left office. The book includes Curteis’s still-angry recollections of the controversy, and the teleplay itself, which is pretty good.

Just finished Tongues of Serpents, by Naomi Novik. Excellent work–I’m really enjoying the Temeraire series.

Just started Artificial Condition: The Murderbot Diaries, by Martha Wells.

You I would bop very lightly. :slight_smile:

Finished When the English Fall, it was enjoyable but didn’t have much of a plot or an ending. Next up, How It Happened, new novel by the awesome Michael Koryta. Yay!

Man, apparently I’ve read a lot since the last time I posted!

Status Anxiety is written by a philosopher, and it’s about why we as citizens are so concerned with our social standing, and what to do about it. It had some interesting ideas, but I didn’t like the overall presentation of the book. It had these weird mini-chapters, and it was philosophy rather than research. Plus, the examples given are historical characters in literature, or, like, artists from the Renaissance era. I prefer books that have more anecdotes related to present-day, as well as solid research.

Along those lines, I also read The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry. This book was written by a journalist, so there’s definitely more of a present-day feel to it: the interviews and anecdotes are all recent. Still wasn’t as much research as I’d like, though – I like books where the last third of the book are notes on the sources. I wish Ronson would do something like the authors of Freakonomics did, where a journalist and an industry expert team up together.

I read The Female Brain, which is exactly what it sounds like: a book on how the female brain is distinct from the male brain, and how it changes as hormone levels fluctuate. The introduction to the book talked about some anatomy and technical terminology, but the bulk of the book was more about behavior, and the vocabulary used was a vocabulary that someone without the scientific background could understand. I enjoyed the book and learned a good deal from it.

I tried my hand at You Are a Badass because a friend of mine recommended it, but tbh, I found it awful. The second chapter was all about spirituality, which just does not hit home for me at all. But worse (far, far worse, in my opinion) – this book feels like one of those books written for people who don’t normally like to read. Do you know what I mean? The short sentences, the wink-wink “I don’t normally read self-help books,” the slang terminology, none of it sat well with me. I like to read, and any book that seems like it’s been dumbed down for a wider audience is not my style.

And those were just the nonfiction books I read!

In fiction, I read and enjoyed Friend Request. I learned of the book in one of these threads, so if you were the person who mentioned reading it, thank you! Wasn’t a big fan of the ending, but I loved it up until about the last fifty pages.

Also read a Sandra Kring novel, Carry Me Home. Sandra Kring can write a heartwarming story better than anyone I know. She has this way of writing endings that are filled with hope and love, but also achingly honest – if the story necessitates that someone dies, or someone leaves, or someone doesn’t find their way to being a better person, then she writes the story that way. This particular book was written from the point of view of a young man who was afflicted with a fever as a baby, and the fever left him brain-damaged. It takes place in small town America (Wisconsin, I think) during World War II. I tried to read this book years ago, but abandoned it early on because the “bad English” bothered me. (Since the narrator is mentally slow, sometimes his grammar is incorrect.) But then I was itching to read more Sandra Kring, because I’d fallen in love with three of her previous books (The Book of Bright Ideas, A Life of Bright Ideas, and How High the Moon), and her other offerings hadn’t grabbed me, so I gave this book a second try, and enjoyed it the second time around.

Finally, I listened to Karen Russell’s St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves, a collection of short stories, on audio book. I had already read and re-read this book on my Kindle, along with her other short story collection, her novella (I forget the name of it), and her novel, Swamplandia! (For the record, I absolutely do NOT recommend Swamplandia!.) I thought the short stories might translate well to audio book, because Russell is a huge fan of similes and uses a lot of poetic language to create a vivid mental image of the scenes she’s describing. Unfortunately, it didn’t translate well. While Russell is a talented writer overall, ending a story is not one of her talents. Her stories will often just stop, without any sort of resolution or indication that the ending is coming. When I was reading this on my Kindle, I could see how long I had until the end of the chapter, and when I reached the last page I could see how many words were left on the page. But on audio book, every time the narrator paused I would get this knot in my stomach and wonder if that was the end, and then get poised to stop the audio book, if I was almost home from work and didn’t have enough time to get into another story. So I wound up listening rather tensely for much of the book. I recommend her short stories in written form, though, as long as you’re the sort of person who enjoys reading some rather surreal dreamscape type stories where the plot sometimes takes backseat to the unusual setting (think ghost prom, boarding school for daughters of werewolves, oversized seashells you can curl up inside of, and haunted swimming goggles).

Just finished Ninefox Gambit, a Hugo-nominated bit of military science fiction.

That was some good weirdness–a lot of Ann Leckie (Ancillary Justice), a dash of Jeff Van Der Meer (Annihilation). On the first page you learn about the Winnowing Threshers or something like that, a weapon that causes every doorway in a city to emit lethal radiation. Which of course makes no scientific sense, but scientific sense isn’t really what this book is going for.

I enjoyed it a lot. Military fiction isn’t usually my jam, but this book worked for me.