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Villain

4/5. Sequel to Hench. More supervillain monsterfucking bisexual maelstrom (IYKYK).

It took five plus years for this sequel to come out, which the author says is because she completely rewrote it multiple times. I have a guess that she was rewriting as part of the process of deciding how hard to go. She goes pretty hard, in the end. Not so much on the monsterfucking itself, but on the implications of becoming involved with a supervillain who thinks surveillance is a form of affection. This book lives a lot in some deeply uncomfortable spaces, very much on purpose. This is not a romantasy, and one comp I saw to such is absolutely unhinged.

Oh I mean she also goes pretty hard on the villainy, but you know, good for her. My wife and I were discussing this book in front of our six-year-old, which triggered a conversation with him in which he had a hard time grasping how the villain can be the main character of a book. This is a really interesting example of that; it is doing the usual thing of showing her reasons, all of which make sense, but it’s not particularly interested in justifying anything. She’s a villain. She does terrible things. The book has bigger fish to fry.

Content notes: The book has a good thorough note up front, actually.
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The Ministry of Time

3/5. First person account by a mixed race (this is important) woman who lands a job serving as companion to a man brought forward in time from death in the Franklin arctic expedition.

There was apparently a wild bidding war for this book. I have a strong hunch this was based on the first quarter or so (and the author’s connections in publishing, but, you know). That first quarter is very strong – the relationship building is excellent, the dialogue crisp, the ideas regarding integration of a nineteenth century man into modern society are good and interesting instead of played for laughs, which is the usual mode for this kind of thing.

Then the rest of the book hits. It changes genres multiple times (spy thriller, time travel scifi, fascism memoir, etc.), spends a lot of ink on trying to make something happen thematically with the protagonist’s identity as the mixed race child of a Cambodian immigrant, and lands an ending that I think is quite unearned. It’s a lot. A big big swing. I admire that, conceptually. And her writing is genuinely great in places. But this is also painfully overbaked, occasionally pretentious, and sometimes just nonsensical.

By the way, those multiple genre changes? None of them are time travel romance in the sense that most human beings would understand the phrase. There is time travel in this book, and there is (sort of) a romance, but it’s of the sort that is not designed to give you swoony feelings. Which makes it extra weird that the marketing for this book goes hard on time travel romance. Way to set a book up for failure. It does explain the multiple annoyed/disappointed reviews I saw by people who I think experienced genre disappointment.

Anyway, yeah. Big swing. So much swing it pretty much falls over in the end. I would be curious to read her, like, fifth book, because she is a good writer, I won’t argue about that.

Content notes: Racism, violence, surveillance
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On the Calculation of Volume

3/5. First of seven volumes in translation from the Danish about an antiquarian book dealer who finds herself repeating November 18 over and over again.

I like books that take a cerebral spin on a speculative concept, and this one is that. But I was lukewarm on this book, in which everything is meticulously observed and very little happens. I understand that there is some actual movement in later books in places other than inside the protagonist’s head, but I don’t know if I’ll stick it out. It’s not the literary pretentions that get me; those are generally well done. But the jacket described this as having “the effect of a strong tranquilizer, but a drug under which your powers of observation only grow sharper,” and man, IDK, that is correct and also not a thing I want.
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Operation Bounce House

3/5. Standalone scifi about a twenty-something loser dude on a colony planet who has to face off against mechs piloted by privileged Earth kids who have been duped into wiping out his population.

In a stroke of bad luck, my library hold for this came in at the same time as I was reading his latest Dungeon Crawler book. Comparing the two is unfortunate. They are interested in a lot of the same things – AI as menace and companion, the little guy fighting back against corporatized violence as entertainment, communities working together. But this standalone lacks the depth and complexity his series has accumulated, to say nothing of the charm. I mean, let’s be real here, Carl is not my favorite protagonist. But compared to our narrator here, he is a work of Joycean complexity. Our narrator here has a terminal case of get out of the way so the far more interesting women around you can make this story go. At one point, he’s moaning about how he just can’t commit to his girlfriend, and he’s like “maybe it’s because she’s too good for me.” Buddy. That’s the first insightful thing you’ve said in 50,000 words.

Anyway, I could also complain about how this book doesn’t manage that tricky swing from comedy to war violence, or how it doesn’t know how to land this story that is kind of about chickens and pigs and kind of about social media and kind of about a terrible band, oh and also about how to turn a bunch of nice colony farm kids into terrorists.

Look, it’s entertaining enough, but read Dungeon Crawler instead.

Content notes: Violence, massacres.
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Children of Strife

3/5. Fourth book in this loose series about uplifted spiders etc. in a spreading galactic civilization that only functions because humans have been infected with an empathy virus. This is the shrimp one, nominally, though that is not terribly important to what is going on aside from on the thematic argument level.

A good if overlong entry. I have the opposite opinion of many, apparently. I thought the last book (Children of Memory) was tight and poignant and layered. And I thought this fourth book was bloated and pretty obvious. Whereas a lot of other people did not like the third book and are calling this a return to form. Shrug.

Anyway, yes, he needed to cut a huge amount of the villain POV here, as he could have done just as much with half as much. I do think this book is making a more nuanced argument about the empathy virus than he’s made before. It’s this weird thing where he pitches a very dystopic idea in utopic terms. I.e. that humans would be incapable of participating peacefully in a multi-species society of explorers without having our brains permanently altered. He’s always been to ‘isn’t that just such a great solution?’ about something that I think is complicated at best. Anyway, this book lets it be more complicated, and lets us live more in the state of being unable to fit in, unable to get along. It's by way of tearing down the idea that only through conflict can we grow, which is fine if obvious, but still.

Content notes: Violence, attempted human sacrifice, alien body horror stuff
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A Parade of Horribles

4/5. Dungeon Crawler book, do not start here, it will be incomprehensible. I had a good time in the midst of an awful week, here are some random thoughts:
• It’s fun to read a book where you suspect the author wrote a specific scene for the audiobook. They got the rights to “Take on Me,” and that’s all I’ll say about that. For those who don’t know, these audiobooks are extremely good, but Audible exclusive, bleh.
• Big lore dump. Did that clear anything up, really? I mean, no, but points for trying.
• I’m not positive he meant to do this, but at least one character gestures at the sex worker / NPC comparison I have been thinking about since early on. I.e. people considered disposable nonpersons by narratives.
• This book ran on rails for the first part in a way we haven’t seen for a while. I wasn’t sure I liked that, but he found ways to make it narratively interesting, and ultimately there’s a good in-universe explanation for it.
• Interesting game-breaking here. I was speculating that he would need to do something like that in this specific book before I even opened it and yeah, right on the money.
• The cat is still the MVP, obviously.

Content notes: Gore, general grossness, the AI being a rebirthing pervert and a million other kinds of perverts.
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Platform Decay

4/5. A good outing. Murderbot does a complex rescue in corporate space, and there are juveniles, terrible.

Things I like:
  • Getting a nuanced and varied look at just what life in corporate space looks like, particularly for average people. And how those people deal with the various kinds of violence and oppression that surround them. A lot of this was extremely sketchy and gestural before, but this book does a huge amount of background work on adding texture to the world.

  • Wells playing out some of the consequences of the governor module hack code being out there now in ways that the fandom has been chewing on for a while.

  • Murderbot getting to snark a bit on the ways that Preservation’s utopia is also sometimes really full of itself and incorrect about its own righteousness, as utopias do.

  • Emotional self-awareness (oh no, terrible, how could a murderbot have a worse fate).


So yeah, pretty good, even with the tragic absence of most of the usual main cast and crew.
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Chain-Gang All-Stars

4/5. A near future dystopian America where the carceral system has an entertainment component under which inmates can “voluntarily” enter a reality show program where they fight to the death for a chance at freedom. This book is about a lot of people in and around that system, but centrally two women stars of it.

This is brilliant and beautiful and deeply humane while being about inhumane things. Some have complained it’s on-the-nose which, like, yes? I’m sorry, did you want subtlety in this critique? What good would that do?

Which leads me to the structure of this book. Tonally, it is a sustained scream, modulating with the kind of pain it is expressing. And then sprinkled throughout are footnotes. Some didactic, some painful, some about our current prison statistics, some about these fictional people. It is a really interesting choice. The author called it an “ethical” one which I am interpreting to mean that he is not interested in giving readers a chance to weasel out of understanding some of what this book is putting down. I think that is also a really smart way of confronting the thing that has wrecked other books like this. The problem is that it’s really hard to tell a story that is critiquing violence and suffering as entertainment without also entertaining your reader with violence and suffering. And the approach taken here is one of the best I’ve ever seen at negotiating that.

Content notes: Oh boy. Violence, murder, torture, mentions of rape and domestic violence, structural and personal racism
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Exadelic

1/5. I am a more evolved human who DNF’s books now, so it has been a long time since I finished something and was this mad about it. See, what happened was I started this while sick and injured and under a lot of stress, and quickly realized it’s bad, but I thought it was boring protagonist bad. Dumb Silicon Valley dude wank fantasies bad. But entertaining enough to create mild noise in my brain, and it sounded like more effort to get a new book, you know?

And then I read the last quarter and now I’m mad and I’m crawling out of my hole to tell you about it.

Let’s back up. This is a scifi technothriller about a boring software middle manager dude who gets told he is of cosmic importance by a new AI, sending him off on a journey through the multiverse and time to try and save the world. One of those scifi books where the author had a huge pile of things (magic as software exploits, occult horror AI, multiverses, Dyson Spheres, the Black Dahlia, etc. etc.), refused to discard a single one of them, and stitched them all together with an afterthought of a narrator who somehow got less and less interesting the more time we spent with him. Also, the sex in this book is seriously cringe.

But then I got to the part where – I’m not going to spoiler cut this. I’ll keep it to general situational vibes, but if you really don’t want to know, stop here. There’s a point where our loser protagonist ends up in a future where humans are so scared of AI that they have outlawed all progress and live in a weird, stunted leisure society. Their fear of AI is pretty legit considering there is a history of Ais committing genocide. But the whole point of the book is to sneer at this society and for our protag to think snidely about how they have a slave class of sub-intelligent robots, and he’s got to fix everything by allowing free and rampant AI development.

Which, like. I’m not one of those people who froths at the mouth about how AI kills kittens or whatever. But my dude. My man. What. The fuck. It’s the smugness about the slave labor that gets me. Like, excuse me? Slave labor is not an exclusive feature of stagnant societies. Exploitation is often the engine of progress! Including in the AI boom right the fuck now!

And it’s not like he’s making a big intellectual stand here – the book isn’t even internally coherent enough for that. Our protagonist himself is literally exploited for labor at multiple points! By AIs!

Ugh. At least being this annoyed has cleared my sinuses.

Content notes: Torture, drugged sex, noncon
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Time of the Cat

3/5. Sci-fantasy time travel about the future scholars paired with talking cats to romp through history.

Connie Willis, but make it way zanier. I picked this up the day our cat went into the kitty ER (he’s fine, he ate approximately four feet of ribbon but they got it back out without surgery). It was good for that day spent waiting, but after that exhausted/worried interval there was still more book, and it went weirder and more spaghetti splat than I wanted. Like there was so much happening in this book simultaneously, and all of it – the zany talking cat parts and the far future parts and the multiple factions parts and the romance parts and the trying-to-be-serious memory loss parts – were all treated with the same cheerful rush, which left me unsatisfied.

A good head empty no thoughts day book, but otherwise, kind of a frenetic mess. Also, I genuinely don't know why the protag was still into the love interest by the end, she did not sell me on that in the slightest.

Content notes: Memory manipulation.
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Chilling Effect

3/5. Adventure scifi featuring a Latina space captain trying to go straight with her ragtag crew, until the space mob kidnaps her sister.

I enjoyed the first half of this – repetitive but in a rompy way, messy family dynamics, great crew of women and aliens, unapologetic about the Spanish sprinkled in and not spoon-feeding translations of everything, did I mention Latina space captain. But it overstayed its welcome by a good 40,000 words and the last third is a hot mess. For real, if you find yourself as an author doing a “character is secretly a [redacted!]” okay, fine, but then if you do the exact same plot twist with literally the exact same redacted on a different character 30 pages later, you’ve just got to stop yourself and cool it, you know?

Points for cute interspecies romance (though I’m me, so I have questions about how the fade-to-black sex worked, exactly).

Content notes: Violence.
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Sunward

4/5. Slim scifi novel about a woman from the moon running currier jobs, while on the side she raises up baby Ais, who require care like extraordinarily precocious children.

I’m hard to charm so far this year, but this book managed it. It’s sweet in the right places, thorny in others, and does a fun/interesting tour of parts of this futuristic solar system. This pleased and distracted me during a difficult week with its space parrot and road trip.

I will say that it has odd pacing, which suddenly clicked into place for me when I looked up the author and discovered he’s previously written middle grade. Ding ding ding. This is a novel concerning mostly adult topics, but paced like middle grade. It may be less jarring if you go in knowing that.

Content notes: Violence, robots treated like property while obviously being people (not by the protagonist)
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Of Monsters and Mainframes

3.5/5. The one about the ship AI and medical AI who are frenemies but stuck on the same ship together, and how they and a werewolf and a mummy and a vampire and a bunch of spider drones go on a revenge mission against Dracula.

If that sounds wacky zany and like a whole bunch of things got thrown in a blender, correct.

I enjoyed this, even including the sometimes odd mix of humor and horror. (This book doesn’t really have humans, except as occasional set dressing, generally as corpses). The AI POV here is particularly good. The ship AI has vastly more processing power than the medical AI but no “human interaction protocols,” so yeah, that’s how that goes. I actually laughed out loud, which is rare for me.

Marking down only for the structure, which is simultaneously messy and repetitive. Quite the trick. I was willing to roll along with it for a lot of this book, because I was enjoying myself, but at a certain point I could have used a tad less spaghetti on the wall, you know?

Content notes: Mass death by vampire, werewolf, etc. AI equivalent of mind control.
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Stolen in Death

3/5. A nice entry that returns to the intimate murder mystery format, with a throwback (and hopefully a permanent conclusion) to an old storyline about Roarke’s past. There’s been something a bit tying-off-loose-ends feeling about the last few books. I mean . . . reasonable.

Mind Games

3/5. Standalone about the woman with largely undefined psychic powers who becomes mentally linked with the man who murdered her parents; also, a romance with a former rock star. This one is okay, by virtue of having only a soupcon of paranormal. She can’t handle any more than that. I will say, her general, IDK, emotional investment in prisons was on full display here. She’s just really, really interested in prison being absolutely and unlivably terrible, and wants you to know about that in the sort of sensual, loving detail she otherwise reserves for descriptions of home renovations. I have tried to unsee how deeply invested in this she is, but I can’t, and it honestly creeps/grosses me out in every book now.

Content notes: Murder, animal harm, the psychic equivalent of internet spamming someone and telling them to kill themselves.
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Slow Gods

3/5. Science fiction about a guy who grows up in and gets crushed by a kleptocratic fascist state, and how he is transformed, and what happens when an alien arrives to tell the scattered worlds of humanity that a supernova is about to wipe half of them out.

Interesting. Lots of things to say here. First, to be clear, you won’t ever catch me arguing that North isn’t a talented and unusual writer. She’s a good stylist, too. This book is science fiction in set dressing, but that’s wrapped around an eldritch and fantastical core that she is too smart to ruin by explaining or caging. I won’t spoil it more than to say that a lesser writer would have made this book about the protagonist’s attempts to understand the weird and creepy thing that happened to him. Instead, the reader understands that, mostly implicitly, and the book can go on about its business of being about immigration and politics and cultural preservation and assimilation.

Also, this is a book about autism. An autism metaphor, specifically. North has said this was a result of her own recent diagnosis, and I’m not in the business of critiquing how a person processes that in fiction. I will say that I would be critiquing the substance of it if this were not own voices, because I think parts of the portrayal (the equivalent to autism meltdowns, in particular) lean into a kind of scary stereotype of the violently uncontrolled autistic person. But because it is own voices, I’ll sit here and defend North’s right to process as she sees fit, even if that means grappling with some stereotypes in a messy way that didn’t land, at least for me.

All in all it’s an interesting book and I’m glad I read it.

Content notes: Fascist hellscapes – debt slavery, violence, imprisonment, medical experimentation, mass death and genocide through negligence.
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Arboreality

4/5. A novella consisting of linked stories of the slow climate apocalypse in western Canada, focusing on the relationship between humans and trees.

Ah, lovely. I am often skeptical of these more literary speculative projects, but this one is a winner (literally, I picked it up because it won the Le Guin a few years ago and that award is reliably looking at interesting things). A sad elegy strung through with hope, a hard book about hard things, a beautiful book about beautiful things. It’s telling a multi-generational story of the warming world through ecology. The angles here are unexpected – an old man rewilding his abandoned neighborhood, a luthier making the last violin he can make, the surly keeper of a tree cathedral.

Recommended if you like that sort of thing, and can take this book’s occasionally too self-conscious of its symbology-ness.

Content notes: The slow dissolution of modern life and what that means for treating the sick and dying.
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This Brutal moon

3/5. Third book in this scifi trilogy, really do not start here.

Damn, it didn’t land it. It didn’t terribly fumble it either, but.

Let’s back up. I really liked the first book in this trilogy, which you should absolutely go into unspoiled because the ride is worth it. But she had to do different modes with the next books for plot and structure and not repeating herself reasons. Unfortunately, I was glad to see these people again, but I think this whole series lost momentum and vitality. And the deeper this series got into the story of a remnant population barely clinging on after a genocide several decades ago, well. She says they aren’t supposed to be space Jews, but, like, girl. These books are doing that thing where they valorize an oppressed population and an oppressed culture in a way that is both satisfying and also uncomfortable, if you get me. Satisfying in the way a reductive viewpoint is satisfying. Uncomfortable in the way a reductive viewpoint is uncomfortable.

Also, I am not at all qualified to opine on this, but I’ve caught the edges of conversations from people who think she has valorized her space Jews right over the border into weird antisemitic trope land, which did jump out at me when spoilers for the end of the first book ). Anyway, do with that what you will.

Look, I’m complaining about this a lot, but I genuinely think the first book is doing cool stuff, and I genuinely think the whole series is thinking about identity and refugees and cultural violence and retribution and repair. All chewy, important stuff. Also, the way women and nonbinary people are allowed to be intense and obsessed with each other and over-the-top in the first book is the good shit. I’m glad I read it, even though the last book had serious POV bloat (way too many) and didn’t land with the force I wanted it to.

Content notes: Torture, violence, discussions of genocide, child loss.
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There Is No Antimemetics Division

4/5. A short novel about what it would be like to be an organization fighting anti-memes (powerful eldritch somethings that can effectively erase information from the universe, including from human memory). How do you fight a war for humanity when you keep forgetting a war is happening at all?

A very interesting mechanism of a book. I enjoyed watching its strangely-shaped gears catch one to the next, partly because this is the sort of story that my brain would not have come up with given several centuries of work. Not just the story itself, but the entire odd structure that makes it go. I do think I fundamentally disagree with one of this books premises about how human beings work, but sure, okay, I’m willing to go with the idea that the people who work at this particular organization are odd ducks who will, for example, have an entire decade of life scooped out of their head by a cosmic horror and who will just kinda shrug and go about calmly reconstructing their life from the evidence left behind.

I will say as a point of flavor more than a warning: this book has that particular approach to character where people are extremely unembodied. Indeed, you could be forgiven for picturing the entire cast as brains in a jar that go about acting on the world and on each other without much affect at all. People do have internal lives, but we glimpse them at odd angles and through narrow pinholes, like when we only get to know about a marriage when one of the spouses has forgotten the other and reads the surveillance reports on them. It’s all definitely a vibe, and not my style, but here it works.

Content notes: Cosmic horror, other kinds of creeping horror of knowing you’ve forgotten something terrifying, violence.
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Salvage Crew and Pilgrim Machines

4/5. A pair of related scifi novels largely narrated by sentient ships in a plausible corporatist space future. The first book is a sort of survival horror first contact situation, and the second is philosophical space exploration and consideration of mortality on the personal and galactic scale.

I like these. They manage that trick of feeling old-fashioned in the best way. Particularly the big ideas exploration book – it’s giving Niven or Vinge or Baxter or similar, except, you know, not variously phobic and -ist. Actually, several of the characters are Buddhist, which offers a really interesting lens on some more classic science fictional topics.

I’m a little suspicious about why these books didn’t take off, TBH. He got buzz early on, then seemed to fall off the map. I’m pretty plugged into new and interesting SFF, and I’ve only heard about him from one person. I have a suspicion this is because he openly talks about how he uses AI. E.g., in the first book here, he had AI generate hundreds of short poems on various themes, and he picked several for his AI ship to “write.” He is transparent about how he prompted and why he did it that way. I suspect this got some sort of AI stink on him, professionally, which is a real shame.

I will also add, they got Nathan Fillion to read the first audiobook. Normally I do not like these celebrity narrators, but actually, it’s kind of brilliant? He has this bro-y cynical depressive emotionalism that hit just right for the ship narrator of that book.

Content notes: Corporate hellscape stuff, body horror.
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All That We See or Seem

3/5. Marketed as scifi, but it’s actually a near future AI tech thriller about the loner hacker who gets tangled up in the search for a missing woman whose job is weaving AI-enhanced mass dream experiences.

Meh. A lot of the AI speculation here is really interesting. It’s all extremely plausible – the internet mostly just bots shouting at each other, everyone with means having a personal AI assistant who is trained to think specifically like them, what new kinds of art really draw people in as authentic, etc. – but speculates about these things while touching lightly on how they are bad and how they are good. Letting it be complicated with AI, can you imagine? Is that even allowed? In the era where I have been told that I’m a “traitor to humanity” for occasionally finding a particular AI powered accessibility tool to be extremely helpful in ways no prior tool has ever come remotely close to? Oh but surely we can’t have nuance in these conversations, oh no.

Unfortunately, everything else about this book is meh. The villain POV (please stop), the weirdly flat delivery of events that are supposed to be tense or upsetting, the main character and the shallow thriller treatment of her trauma, the “twist” in the epilogue.

This makes me not want to read his fantasy, actually. Does it have the same problems, or is he trying too hard to write like a thriller guy?

Content notes: Violence, slavery.

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