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Strange Devices of the Sun and Moon
3/5. Tale of the search for a changeling fae prince in Elizabethan England.
A book that is doing a lot of things that I can tilt my head at and know are probably lovely, but they aren't for me. Confession time: I do not give a damn about the Elizabethans. Not a dram, not a drop. You cannot interest me with your Kit Marlowe, quite possibly because so, so, so very many have tried. And don't get me started on the intersection of the Elizabethans and the fae.
But Goldstein is good at what she is doing here, and I always appreciate finding women specfic authors from prior decades that I haven't heard of. Particularly when I can get her work in audio, which is not always the case. Sidebar, but I was just griping about who gets left out of the slow backwards march of audio now that audiobooks are a real thing. It seems to me to be a retread of the forces that suppress women's writing when it is print published. Oh, this woman author didn't sell well in 1993, why make an audiobook now? But why didn't she sell well in 1993? And why can I find endless pulpy dude wankfests on Audible but not, say, Rosemary Kirstein?
3/5. Tale of the search for a changeling fae prince in Elizabethan England.
A book that is doing a lot of things that I can tilt my head at and know are probably lovely, but they aren't for me. Confession time: I do not give a damn about the Elizabethans. Not a dram, not a drop. You cannot interest me with your Kit Marlowe, quite possibly because so, so, so very many have tried. And don't get me started on the intersection of the Elizabethans and the fae.
But Goldstein is good at what she is doing here, and I always appreciate finding women specfic authors from prior decades that I haven't heard of. Particularly when I can get her work in audio, which is not always the case. Sidebar, but I was just griping about who gets left out of the slow backwards march of audio now that audiobooks are a real thing. It seems to me to be a retread of the forces that suppress women's writing when it is print published. Oh, this woman author didn't sell well in 1993, why make an audiobook now? But why didn't she sell well in 1993? And why can I find endless pulpy dude wankfests on Audible but not, say, Rosemary Kirstein?
