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Things I Read Since the Last Thing

Encompassing the remainder of 2011 and a little crescent moon of 2012.

Yellow Tanabe – Kekkaishi #28

October 23

Aaaaaa holy shit, Shiguma! This was the big reveal on Yoshimori’s “manager,” and AAAAAAAAA. (Managers: the idea here is that to operate at your maximum magical potential, you need an empty mind and inhuman focus, which can sometimes leave you in a psychically vulnerable or unstable state, so you get around that by splitting off part of your mind and letting it physically manifest itself. This semi-autonomous semi-self can then protect your flank and direct your focus, remembering your priorities for you so you can just act without thought. This mechanic also hits some of the same buttons that the personified zanpakutou/hollow-selves from Bleach or the daemons from His Dark Materials did, what with that “other self” frisson.)

Okay, so I’ve gone off before about how great the magic design in this series is, right? With the more organized and refined forms of kekkai magic being drawn as clean geometric prisms and the older and dirtier and wilder forms being drawn circular and jagged? Well, Yoshimori’s manager starts out as a cube with ruler-straight black and white stripes on it… and then it extrudes this snake-like form, which then branches out crude appendages, which then branch out into proper hands and feet (and a jester-cap head shape), and aaaaa, it’s totally working this organic fractal growth motif out from the orderly base form, which A: is completely left-field compared to the other managers we’ve seen so far, B: is creepy-looking as hell (which makes it a fantastic visual foil to Yoshimori’s everyboy look) (no seriously, it looks like one of those mind-controlling snail flukes), C: has a thematic resonance of worryingly explosive and unpredictable power growth (which is a must in shōnen manga but which I have never seen represented like this before), and D: is weird and unsettling and just a fantastic piece of character design. Man I love this series.

Oh, and also, I love that instead of grounding and stabilizing Yoshimori like Sen thought a manager would, it basically just constantly eggs Yoshimori on! (Reminds me of when Vimes described Carcer as having a devil on both shoulders.) And everyone is freaked out by its appearance and personality except Yoshimori. Awesome.

Terry Pratchett – Snuff

December 21

Speaking of Vimes.

I have conflicting thoughts about this one! Although it’s a very good Discworld book, I think.

The minuses:

  • A little formula going on here. One or another of the remaining Always Chaotic Evil fantasy races is being exploited or brutalized and it turns out they’re People Just Like Us, Albeit Kinda Weird, etc. That story works great, it’s just that that’s been the last several Discworld books.
  • Sam Vimes is basically unstoppable at this point. Not only is he wilier than anyone he’s up against and able to call down enviable reinforcements, he actually has honest-to-god demonic superpowers now courtesy of the events of Thud and is no longer afraid to use them, and it makes plot something of an exercise in inevitability.

On the other hand: I think this might actually be the first time Lady Sybil has gotten fair billing (actually, I never read Guards, Guards, where I think she first appeared, but she’s been an offscreen Mrs. Columbo for many many books now), and Pratchett got her right. She works, she’s everything I hoped she’d end up being, it’s kind of amazing. Willikins is on deck too, and he might actually be a little over-the-top these days, but I could also see that as a natural development of his character now that Sam is fully aware that he’s lawful evil and doesn’t seem to mind.

I still have thoughts to think about the way the latter-day Vimes vs. Class arc is playing out, but I think this segment of it was more sophisticated than what’s come before, and I think I liked that. Also, there was this mid-book scene where Angua finally acknowledged a really troublesome bit of subtext that’s been hovering around the City Watch books, musing out loud about how “the melting pot only melts one way,” and all the various creatures in the city become human over time rather than vice-versa. And I really appreciated that. And this played interestingly with that business with Nobby Nobbs near the end.

Oh, and Young Sam has a personality now, in the way that kids you haven’t seen for a while will suddenly do, and that’s a thing to see all by itself. I like him.

And Pratchett still has a deft hand with a gag.

Karen Healey – The Shattering

December 27

A YA supernatural murder mystery. This was all right; I read it in the entirely wrong mental state, though, and it ended up being a slog. (There are several available failure states when trying to read while nuts-deep in one’s own novel, and I hit several of them. Anyway, upshot is that I can’t tell whether this was entertaining, but I noticed several ways in which it was technically sweet. Pardon the lack of a real review.)

Yellow Tanabe – Kekkaishi #29

December 29?

Shichiro is one weird duck.

2012

Brenna [personal profile] bzedan Zedan – The Audacity Gambit

January 13

A short serial novel about a suburban girl going on an adventure in Faerie. Sort of! Not quite. Actually, not at all.

This version is an early public draft, and it’s still a bit uneven, but it did some things I’m really excited about. It’s sort of an origin story, but the place where it ends leaves you very unsure of what she’ll do next, and does so in a really evocative way. It has a really solid and horrid reversal of expectations in it, and the central gimmick (the chosen one thing) is rigged such that it seems cute and entertaining at first, and then on later inspection gets more and more disturbing.

I’m interested to see what happens to it in revision, and to see what happens next. Worth a read.

Martha Wells – The Serpent Sea

January 18

I am completely digging Wells’ Raksura books, and am greatly looking forward to the third one; both of these have been a joy. This is the second in the series that started with The Cloud Roads, and it’s as good or better. The leviathan city in particular is a creepy and amazing setting, combining a blighted de-industrialized milieu with a staggeringly sick act of pointless cruelty that everyone is now stuck living with, and a pervasive and palpable sense of rot and stink, and the endless grinding entropy of the sea. Wild shit.

Mostly though, I just really enjoyed getting to hang out with Moon and Stone and Jade and Chime again. And I totally admit to wanting to live in that tree they have.

Note: Since Wells is with a small press (Night Shade) now instead of a major, you can get a DRM-free version if you feel like doing the ebook thing instead of the TPB thing. It’s cheaper than the Amazon or B&N versions, too!

Tangent: Is there a word for that warm fuzzy feeling you get when two artists whose work you love discover each others’ stuff and get really into it? Because I jumped for joy a little at the [twitter.com profile] marthawells1/[twitter.com profile] nkjemisin lovefest that sprang up on Twitter. (Books 2 and 3 of NKJ’s Inheritance trilogy are near the top of my queue, but I couldn’t get to them for a while on account of their being packed in a box while I renovated my bedroom.)

Jo Walton – Among Others

January 30

This was very good, I enjoyed it greatly, and you should consider checking it out. I don’t really feel like introducing the story of it, though, mostly because there are reviews talking about that everywhere. Read one of them! I read perhaps too many of them (because they were everywhere), as well as reading (and hearing in person a week or two ago*) a great deal about what the author herself was thinking, and as a consequence I’m not completely sure how thoroughly my reactions to the book are my own.

Which is actually quite funny, given that this is a story about reading books and the protagonist lives in an era/context/personal space where one simply picks up books and reads them and reacts more or less nakedly based on what one has read to date, sans any of that extended internet/fandom/critical-apparatus context and expectation.

Which was how I learned to be a reader, as I expect was the case for most of you. For me, that stage must have ended somewhere in the early 2000s; I’m not sure precisely when. I was still deep in it through high school, I know that, as evinced by how I ended up finding Infinite Jest that first time in senior year. (Go to library’s contemporary fiction shelves, find thickest checked-in hardcover, check out just for the sheer fuck of it.) I often have a hard time really recapturing how that kind of unsaturated infosphere felt, being in a place where it would sort of make sense to do something like read the whole SF section alphabetically (as the protagonist of Among Others does), but I certainly remember how precious personal recommendations were, and how notable books would spread through a group of friends like a cold virus. And I can vaguely remember a sense of scarcity, too, an unjustifiable worry that you have no idea where your next good read is coming from.

Anyway, this book is about that sort of thing, and also boarding school and demon-mothers and the fae. End of review!

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* She was on a paperback tour and hit Powell’s. She’s very personable, and her accent makes her a somewhat hypnotic reader. Also, "week or two ago" is relative to when I finished the book, not the post-date here.

Shorts of Note

(NB: I can’t recover the link trails that led me to most of these.)