Phil in SF finished reading What’s Left by Malcolm Harris

What’s Left by Malcolm Harris
Climate change is the unifying crisis of our time. But the scale of the problem can be paralyzing, especially when …
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6% complete! Phil in SF has read 2 of 30 books.

Climate change is the unifying crisis of our time. But the scale of the problem can be paralyzing, especially when …
Cordelia and Aral attempt to settle down, but their wedded bliss is soon shattered because politics.
I liked this more than “Shards of Honor”, but I'm still not a member of the McMaster Bujold fan club. I still find her writing style a bit… strange, and again the questionable language pops up. Certain plot elements, which I understand are integral to future novels, just didn't interest me, and it was hard to care. But some chapters and passages really caught my attention, and I suspect I might enjoy the later novels more.
A father-daughter duo of “food detectives” sleuth their way to recreating beloved lost meals.
Felt more like tableaus flowing into one another than a novel. Nagare, is almost Holmesian in his ability to infer what clients desire from the interviews conducted by Koishi. Relentlessly cosy, but readers have zero chance at solving any of the “mysteries”. I found it unsatisfying as it’s short on detecting, focusing more on patrons’ often bittersweet stories. Not the book I thought I was getting, and I prefer something with more “meat” on its bones.

Climate change is the unifying crisis of our time. But the scale of the problem can be paralyzing, especially when …
I used my time listening to the Mariners v. the Tigers in the ALDS (yay for streaming radio!) to add all the Philip K. Dick award winners to a list. That's an award for distinguished science fiction first published in paperback. Most of these, including Time's Agent, seem like stuff right up my alley.
As always, if you are on SFBA.club, all the entries have descriptions and hi-res covers. The list on other servers depends on what rando first added each edition.
An unfolding lighthearted mystery but with heavy themes of despair and unlikable ensemble, the intentional misdirection of each preceding chapter makes for a shaky start that settles into a reliable pacing for uplifting comic humanity.
An utterly excellent look behind the scenes of one of the 20th century's most intriguing poets. True, it is not for everyone as these are indeed, her journals. Never intended for publication, they are a hodgepodge of topics, styles, and times that are maddeningly inconsistent. That said there is no finer way to catch a glimpse of the woman behind the poetry.
The single most frustrating aspect of the Journals is what is glaringly missing. Her final two journals were destroyed after her death and it is these that cover the time when she was crafting the poems that made up the collection contained in 'Ariel'. How wonderful it would have been to see how she created and polished those! Alas, we will never know.
I really am not following what's happening here through the first chapter. If I can't get into this by the end of chapter 2, the book is getting DNF. I've been avoiding reading because i wasn't getting this, so setting a deadline for myself to get through.
Samantha—loner and outsider at prestigious Warren University—finds the rest of her writing cohort beneath her and relentlessly denigrates them with her arty friend, Ava, until an invitation arrives.
I did not care for this at all. I found it predictable, and irritatingly coy about its predictability. The protagonist is the worst mean girl of all the mean girls, and a tedious, self-absorbed one at that. I just found everything about it silly and boring, and wouldn't have read it had I known it was magical realism, which I despise. Absolutely not for me.
This book really resonated with me, but I’m also in the same age and cultural cohort as the characters. Add to that a personal event similar to the instigating event for the story and it was practically written for me.
After the loss of their close friend just prior to college graduation, the remaining friends create a pact to hold funerals for each other while they’re still alive. Through the years the friends call on the pact. Secrets are revealed and their friendships are repeatedly tested. They learn whether the pact a testament of their bond or a desperate grasp to hang onto a time long since passed?
While the specter of mortality weighs on the Celebrants more than the Guncle series, Steven Rowley’s punchy wit, irony, and joy shine through the same. While it doesn’t break new ground, it celebrates life, next chapters, and not leaving things unsaid.
One sentence: loving couple does mystery investigation during a magic-driven industrial age
Things I enjoyed about the book:
I know "romp" is overused as a fiction description, but this is a romp if ever I've seen one. It's grippy action scenes and compelling characters, but more than that a romp for me is fiction that calvinballs its way to undiscussed locations or adding new worldbuilding details with very little foreshadowing. I …
One sentence: loving couple does mystery investigation during a magic-driven industrial age
Things I enjoyed about the book:
I know "romp" is overused as a fiction description, but this is a romp if ever I've seen one. It's grippy action scenes and compelling characters, but more than that a romp for me is fiction that calvinballs its way to undiscussed locations or adding new worldbuilding details with very little foreshadowing. I think this can be done poorly in a way that feels shallow or disconnecting, but here I was entertained and compelled.
4 stars: loved this book, would recommend
This was a reread but it's been a long time - I remembered almost nothing of it. It is a work of historical fiction about the very early years of a woman about whom very little is known but who eventually became a saint.
I feel like I had an easier time reading it the first time though - I spent a lot of time rereading pages and flipping back to try and figure out what was going on. I didn't have a lot of trouble with the Old English words sprinkled throughout, most were clear from context, doubly so if you've read a lot of fantasy, and I think helped disconnect them from words with more modern connotations (e.g. a gesith is not exactly a knight), and it helped a lot that I had just played an online game set in a …
4 stars: loved this book, would recommend
This was a reread but it's been a long time - I remembered almost nothing of it. It is a work of historical fiction about the very early years of a woman about whom very little is known but who eventually became a saint.
I feel like I had an easier time reading it the first time though - I spent a lot of time rereading pages and flipping back to try and figure out what was going on. I didn't have a lot of trouble with the Old English words sprinkled throughout, most were clear from context, doubly so if you've read a lot of fantasy, and I think helped disconnect them from words with more modern connotations (e.g. a gesith is not exactly a knight), and it helped a lot that I had just played an online game set in a similar time period so I knew where all the kingdoms and so on were. But I found the names very hard to keep track of and if I read it again I would probably take notes as I go. There was also a lot that happened that was just sort of implied or that happened very subtlely and so I would need to read thing carefully to make sure I didn't miss anything.
Otherwise it very much covered two topics I love a lot: pre-modern intrigue and politics, and extremely detailed descriptions of daily life at the time. Religion mostly exists as an extension of politics in this book. Insofar as this is a book about the lives of women, it did better justice than most historical fiction: the descriptions of textile manufacture were, as far as I could tell, incredibly well researched, and there was a lot about how all of that was essential to the economics of Britain as a whole. It was also full of loving descriptions of nature and plants and animals, and how closely life at the time was tied to the seasons and the weather and how deadly those things could be. The novel felt much more deeply rooted in the time period where it was set than most vaguely medieval fiction.
There is also a lot of action, and violence, but often it happens in the background and is often not dwelled upon (aside frrom some specific very gory descriptions) and in fact there is one pivotal moment near the beginning where the protagonist is present but the events that occurred are never described directly and you have to infer what happened later. It is much more about the interior lives of people living in a very violent society and how they find ways to ensure their survival, rather than about battles and such. I will note that very few characters, including the protagonist, act in ways that are particularly aligned with modern notions of right and wrong.
I generally don't like the trope of a protagonist who is just super smart and figures everything out, and thought she was unrealistically young to be doing that, but I could forgive it in this case because of everything else. I am also at this point very unclear how the historical figure she is based on eventually became a saint.
Content notes: I guess anything set in this time period is contractually obligated to contain incest? Also there is sexual assault though it is dealt with more carefully than a lot of books in the genre. As well as all the bad things that happened in this time period, which was early enough that slavery was widespread.
There is in fact queer content, but it still very much in line with the likely norms of pre-Christian Britain rather than modern norms, including the fact that nobles were expected to have premarital relationships only with people with a dubious ability to meaningfully consent to such relationships. It is not really a romantic novel in any imaginable definition of the term. The protagonist is seen as lying somewhere between a female and a male social role, but this role she finds herself in is itself fairly constraining and it's not entirely clear it is one she fully chose.