Valerie

I picked this one up at the library to celebrate Banned Books Month. I've read a bit of Murakami in the past, so I expected some weirdness, and I was right to expect it. This book is an Oedipal myth, and it gets very mythy with talking cats, personality displacement, and portals to pocket dimensions. I couldn't see the exact reason why it was banned, but probably </spoiler>statutory sex scenes with people who may be mother/son</spoiler> but it could also be the fact that it features a trans man who is particularly nuanced and treated like a human being by basically every character. You just never know with book banners.

My husband often asks me if I'm liking whatever I'm reading, and I often found that questions hard to answer with this one. This book is profoundly uncomfortable and occasionally horrific. It's also Murakami, so there's a great deal I probably need four or five re-reads to interpret. Did I like it? Kind of? When I wasn't horrified? It's hard to explain. I had similar feelings after 1Q84. I like reading Murakami, though, because it really makes my literary interpreter brain kick into gear. Even when I don't understand points of the story, I enjoy thinking about them and why they are there. This book made me think about Japanese civilians in WWII, Greek Mythology, classical music, poetry, libraries as memories, memories as libraries, why people help others, capitalism, philosophy, and lots more, so it felt worth my time. That said, definitely check out some trigger warnings before reading this one.

I ended up pretty mixed on this one. At first, I was really bored. The lawful neutral protagonist who can't get a clue in a dystopia that just didn't make any sense. <spoiler>You want the human race to survive by both training women for war and also relegating them to a breeding harem? And you are controlled breeding people but also have sex as much as you want with the concubines but being gay is not ok? I see the inspiration in other controlled societies, but this one seemed like it shouldn't have lasted 2 years, especially with a leader as lacking in charisma or skills as Jole. </spoiler>

It feels like the message of the book is a good one, but for me that message superseded the actual writing, and made the story as a whole fall a bit flat for me. It still won the Hugo, and while it wouldn't have been my pick, I see why it got the nomination. The aliens are good, the plot once you're off of Gaea station is intriuging, and the pace is sharp. As a rule though, I just kept coming back to the fact that I didn't really enjoy spending time with any of the characters, and that this was one of the dumber dystopias out there, built more to highlight reality's flaws than because it makes sense for the world-building.

So yeah, I'm going with 4 stars because it was better than a lot of things I give three stars, but overall kind of meh.

Obviously a best of McSweeney's is going to be a good collection. Most of these stories are from before I subscribed, so they were new to me. Others were more recent picks that I enjoyed re-reading. "Brigit" is a particularly powerful one as is "The Woman in the Apartment" and "The Girls Who Smell of Vinegar." Also, this issue comes in a lunchbox with poetry pencils and author trading cards.

Look, I'd been thinking of leaving my book club because we'd just had a run of duds, and I hadn't really attached to anything they picked this year. But this? This is a book that I might have passed up that has become definitely in my top three books this year.

Someone in the club referred to it as a dream within a play within a myth, and that's the best I can describe it. The writing is fantastic, the mythology raw, and the romance subtle and beautiful. I love the chorus elements. I love the weave of the different narratives. I loved this book. It took me a long while to get through because it really required my whole attention to read which is a hard for me to do these days, but boy is it worth it.

If you're in need to trigger warnings, I'd take the ones on this book with a grain of salt. While they are all definitely true, the book is rarely graphic and only one scene actually disturbed me (looking at you, Second Terror).

Ann Leckie is one of those authors that I feel like is writing specifically for me. Alien political intrigue centering around translation devices? Check. Small gods wrecking havoc on neolithic societies? Check. Complex exploration of gender subverting our every expectation? Check check check. She's one of the best out there, and I feel like he doesn't get the attention she deserves. Definitely read her novels before stepping into this collection as the background for both The Raadchaai empire and the Raven Tower are quite important for 2/3 fo the stories, but you should really read all those anyway.

A powerful collection by one of the best writers out there. I'm sad that I'm almost through Groff's whole catalog, because each time I read her, I feel inspired to be a better writer and also like there are not enough hours left in my life to get as good as she is. The women of this collection a complicated crowd of the underestimated and misunderstood. Their stories made me cry and rage. "Blythe" in particular hit a little close to home for me. I think I've said this in other reviews of Groff, but she is a masterclass in the craft whose voices will echo in your ear long after you finish reading.

This was way scarier than I expected it to be after reading The Bone Clocks. Like all Mitchell's work, the writing is excellent and he slips between eras effortlessly, but boy do not read this right before going to bed like I did. if you're looking for a haunted house story to devour as quickly as possible, definitely check this out. I'd also really recommend reading The Bone Clocks first. You probably could read Slade House on its own, but that last chapter would be really confusing if you aren't familiar with Marinus.

Well this is a weird and wonderful little collection which I'll be thinking about for a long time. It's definitely got more horror elements than I'm usually comfortable with, but I think it's a prime example of using genre to explore the way we function in society. "The Embodiment" in particular is going to stick with me, I feel. It's almost Kafka-esque in its surreality, and the translation, while pretty sparse, serves the subject really well. An awesome collection if you have both a strong heart and stomach.

At first I wasn't sure how this had not made as big a splash as Cloud Atlas. Mitchell is a very skilled writer, and in this spiraling series of interconnected narratives, he does an incredible job crafting voices and characters, and enjoyed it so much. However, I think the further the timeline stretched into the future, the less I enjoyed it. It's dangerous writing a novel in 2015 and making predictions for 2025. The ending too was a little too hand wavy, and I found it pretty hard to believe Hugo Lamb's motivations. That said, the writing is so good, I still enjoyed this one and am glad that I finally got around to it.

I ended up liking this book a lot more than I expected to at the beginning. It's pretty rough and traumatic, mind you, but for the most part, it's well written with complicated characters and a very mature understanding of grief and motherhood.

That said, I think it suffers from two aspects of being a self-published book that might have gotten caught be a professional publisher. One is it's really long, and some parts do drag a bit. The other is the mixing of English/Japanese/made up language. The Japanglish made me feel like I was reading fanfiction, and it just didn't make sense given that other words (like the units of time) are completely made up. It feels a bit like fantasizing an actual culture, which was grating. I don't know much about the author's background, but the author blurb says she's from Wisconsin, so that gives me a bit of pause. And the made up words were really annoying when the work is supposed to be translated anyway.

That sounds rather negative, and all in all, I really did find myself coming back to this story to see what happened next. It's brutal though, and particularly hard to read in light of the horrific events in Gaza, so really check the content warnings before you start if that is something you need.

Ok, so the story itself isn't anything special in the McCaffrey catalog. Sentient fashion aliens and sexy rescue missions. I haven't read the rest of this series so maybe I would benefit more from knowing thr rest of the universe, but it's not one I'm going to remember. That said, the 70s pulp illustrations of this novella are really cool and are the actual reason I bought this one at the used book store. It's worth a flip through at the very least.

While I feel like this book is very much a product of its time (and not just because the wizards are literally sending each other faxes), I really enjoy the mix of magic and mundanity of which Jones is a master. The characters all feel like such low level pawns who all have their own lives to live and don't really understand why they are being moved about and honesty don't care to understand it. It's a style that is a bit out of fashion, but one I really enjoy. Also, I love real magic at the fantasy convention.

That said, this is a 90s book with 90s humor/concepts. Trigger warnings for fatphobia, some awkward sexualization, and while not exactly transphobia, just a 90s understanding of gender.

If those aren't deal breakers for you and you enjoy a cozy fantasy nugget inside a parallel world political epic, this is a good one.

Well, it was short. For me, the narrator is the sort of really tiresome, "Oh I just can't relate to people because I love academia so much" trope that just rubs me the wrong way. The setting too is a sort of romanticized version of the turn of the century without any sexism or homophobia which, you know, that would've been nice but using just the aesthetic without any of its challenges just reads weirdly to me.

Essentially, it's a romance book with a loose fantasy dressing which is just never going to be my cuppa.

I got this as a first reads right before I moved and it sat in my old house for a year, but I finally got around to reading it. Tyson is a good writer even if he's a bit smug sometimes. But he's also smug in a way I generally agree with, so overall I enjoyed the volume. I think I was hoping for a bit more "cosmic" from the title when the key word is actually "perspective." He does a wonderful job of parsing higher level statistical thinking for a lay audience. Sadly, I'm not the person who needs to read this book, and most of the people who do need to read it, won't. But if you want to hear Tyson's voice in your head narrating thoughtful essays on humans and their place on earth and in the cosmos, it's worth a read.

Like the first book in this series, this is a really good science fiction culture clash book that is somewhat marred by some dated and naive treatments of SA.

On the whole, Cordelia is one of my favorites of old school SF heroines. She is a scientist, an adventurer, a sometimes soldier, and in this book she is also a wife and mother, and she holds all these identities without sacrificing a one of them. Her impressions of Barrayar still ring as a commentary on our barbaric world today even thirty years later. God reading older science fiction can really show you how little has changed. Bujold is a great writer who balances political intrigue and action fairly effortlessly.

But again, it's hard to gloss over the way SA and mental health in general are treated. It feels like dated misunderstanding more than anything, but it definitely requires a big old content warning at the top not for any sort of graphicness but just for how casually it is treated. I don't think Bujold would write this way anymore, but it does dampen an otherwise wonderful adventure read.

I've read this one before, and it's interesting the different perspectives you get when you read books at different stages of your life. Bujold is one of the best adventure writers, if you ask me, and Cordelia is one of her best characters. I really enjoy stories of competent couples, and Aral and Cordelia definitely qualify. I generally don't like too much romance in my sci-fi, but you know what? Neither do Aral and Cordelia. They've got a lot on their plates.

That said, there are definitely parts of this book that do not age well, in particular the treatment of SA. I feel like the subject is treated much too casually and while I see how she is trying to make Bothari into a complicated survivor of abuse himself, I think it puts the emphasis in the wrong place and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. For 1986, it's extremely progressive, but it doesn't pass modern standards in this one area and as such, carries a sizable SA content warning.

Still, if you portion that out, it's a classic of the genre, features one of the best female heroes of the time period, and a is great start to an epic saga.