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Questland

3/5. Literature professor with a traumatic history is recruited by a billionaire to accompany a team of mercenaries onto his fantasy theme park island to reclaim it from rebelling engineers, including her ex.

This book had to overcome my initial dislike for its sketchy first few chapters, where character is done through fill-in-the-blank trauma and geeky references. But it did overcome that, and once the story got going, it started complicating our heroine and specifically her relationship with fandom in ways that I enjoyed. This book is, like, 60% geek dog whistle by volume, which is both annoyingly too much and appropriate. The density of it helps with the copyright problem – Vaughn can't actually lean on Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones, et al., so she wisely makes it so the island can't either for the same reasons. So, the sediment of references is to the underlayer of these properties, to the tropes they invented or run on. That makes it more interesting when our main character is both taken in by the island and its science/magic (robot unicorns that are truly beautiful! Dragons!) and also constantly looking behind the magic as part of her exercise of fannishness. She's the one who asks "but who's doing the dishes?" in the middle of an elvish feast, which endears her to me.

For all that, this book never quite got as deep or interesting as I wanted it to. It couldn't – it's short, as modern novels go, and there just wasn't a lot of room left after all the references. I'd have shifted the balance on that, personally.

Content notes: Reference to school shooting in the past.
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Dark and Stormy KnightsDark and Stormy Knights by P.N. Elrod

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


Anthologies, you know. It’s like asking people to throw random things at your head and hoping they pick cotton balls instead of rocks.



The good



Rachel Caine, “Even a Rabbit Will Bite” – A surprise standout. I’m not a Rachel Caine fan (hello, deliberate impregnation without consent plotline in her series, unclean unclean!) but this really worked. Very ancient dragonslayer teaches the trade to her apprentice. There’s just one dragon left in the world now, and only on the brink of extinction can you ask if this should ever have happened. Nothing hugely surprising, but one of the most balanced, layered stories here.



Jim Butcher, “Even Hand” – Oh Jim Butcher, how are you so charming while still being . . . you? A mystery for the ages. Harry Dresden is Sir Not Appearing in this story, except for how when a story is about John Marcone, it’s really all about Harry Dresden anyway.



Ilona Andrews, “A Questionable Client” – A long night’s slugfest of bodyguard work, enlivened by some interesting worldbuilding and a nice ending. No real there there, but lots of color.



The bad



Deirdre Knight, “Beknighted” – How am I supposed to take an author seriously when she says “preciseness” instead of “precision?” Also, the story is a floridly overwritten bit of nonsense that is supposed to be romantic and atmospheric but . . . isn’t.



Shannon K. Butcher, “The Beacon” – A story about a guy who shoots people before they can unknowingly pull demons across the void to kill everyone. Except one day, it’s a little girl, and you know shooting those old people, that was okay, but this is just not on, and also the girl’s mother is hot. The story isn’t great, but I hated it more than it deserved for its inept attempt at depth.



Vicki Pettersson, “Shifting Star” – It’s so awkward when you automatically assume the sexually harassing neighbor dude who can’t take no for an answer is one of the bad guys, only to discover he’s supposed to be the hero. Always an awkward cocktail party moment! Add in the bit where the heroine fucks with his memory and then makes out with him, and I pretty much had to scrub my brain out after reading this. But I think we already knew Vicki Pettersson’s sexual politics were this bad.



The indifferent



Carrie Vaughn, “God’s Creatures” – Unexceptional story about a werewolf hunt that does the whole “who’s the real monster here?” routine. Been there, done that.



Lilith Saintcrow, “Rookwood and Mrs. King” – Vampire detective gets hired to kill a woman’s undead husband, and then she pwns him all over the place. Vaguely entertaining.



P. N. Elrod, “Dark Lady” – Chicago, vampires, mob, etc. Fun, but not something I’ll remember two weeks from now.





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Kitty and the Midnight Hour (Kitty Norville, Book 1) Kitty and the Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn


My review


rating: 2 of 5 stars
Cookie-cutter urban fantasy with a werewolf radio host heroine. About as standard-issue as you get, complete with supernatural hunter love triangle that I never managed to give a damn about. A handful of charming moments (stupid or just bizarre people who call the radio show) and a roughly equal and opposite number of eye roll or genuine disgust moments (the complete absence of psychologically realistic post trauma after, you know, trauma).



See, I've been looking for an urban fantasy series that actually confronts the problem of the supposed sexyhotness of the deeply exploitative and fucked up sexual relationships that werewolves/vampires/whatevers have with more than blanket acceptance or blanket "it's what my wolf/demon/whatever wants, I'm a terrible person" angst. This series thinks it's engaging those issues. It's, uh, not. Well, not above about a tenth grade level of emotional or philosophical complexity. Though it refreshingly did call itself on some of the abusiveness of the first book's wolf pack, but I'm still worried that our author is as oblivious to the compounded level of fucked upness that the narrator appears to have missed. Hard to say.



Still, it was getting a bit more interesting in the third book. I would probably read the fourth if it fell out of the sky onto my head.


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