Books read, late June
Jul. 1st, 2010 10:21 amShorter list than usual for some reason.
Marcia Bartusiak, The Day We Found the Universe. It turns out I want to kick Edwin Hubble repeatedly if I read about him at any length. It turns out Shapley isn't any better. Wheeee. This was not a bad book, and it's an interesting part of early 20th century astrophysics to refamiliarize myself with. It's just that Hubble was pretty obnoxious in spots.
Diane Duane, A Wizard of Mars. I hope this isn't the last Young Wizards book, but it's a good one anyway. Diane Duane indulges her love affair with Mars, but not to the point of being self-indulgent about it. The characters and type of story are allowed to grow up but not forced into unnatural bits of it. It's a fine line she's walking, and she's doing it very well. If you've fallen behind on the Young Wizards books, I think they are very much worth catching up on.
Reginald Hill, Deadheads. I love Felony and Mayhem. Specifically, I love that Felony and Mayhem Press is putting out the older Dalziel and Pascoe books so I can fill in the gaps. This is the period of the series where he's starting to have real fun with the characters, though it's not into the full on extended romps of the late period, which I have to say are my favorite. Still much recommended as a series, and though I would probably not start with Deadheads it is not as bad a place to start as the very very beginning.
Alaya Dawn Johnson, Racing the Dark. I have a rose-colored girlish dream that one day a book about brown people who do magic and live on islands will not be reflexively compared to Earthsea when they really aren't very similar. I think the thing that struck me most about this book was that the world felt bigger than most. There were more cultures on it, more different types of person who didn't really know anything about each other, and some of them had higher tech levels and would do ethnographic studies of each other, and I really liked the level of texture involved that way.
Andrew Levy, A Brain Wider than the Sky: A Migraine Diary. I am a bad person for wanting Levy's auras to be more interesting than they were. I also rolled my eyes a bit at the variety of things he declared "migrainous art" by fiat. He's like many modern writers who have been diagnosed with something or had a close relative diagnosed with something: he wants everyone in history to have had it. (He does acknowledge this a bit more than most, thankfully.) The other problem here is that the last book I read on migraine was by Oliver Sacks, and most people's nonfiction prose is not really as much fun as Oliver Sacks's. It's just how the world works, unfortunately for most people.
Nevil Shute, The Breaking Wave. What I like about Shute is that I don't always have any idea what kind of story he's going to tell when he starts out. It is occasionally very nice indeed to be a completely naive reader in some ways. This is mostly the story of how a young woman's war experiences change her and how her life goes after and how it affects those around her, including the narrator. He does seem fond of the slightly distanced narrator, but he does it well. I like Shute.
Marcia Bartusiak, The Day We Found the Universe. It turns out I want to kick Edwin Hubble repeatedly if I read about him at any length. It turns out Shapley isn't any better. Wheeee. This was not a bad book, and it's an interesting part of early 20th century astrophysics to refamiliarize myself with. It's just that Hubble was pretty obnoxious in spots.
Diane Duane, A Wizard of Mars. I hope this isn't the last Young Wizards book, but it's a good one anyway. Diane Duane indulges her love affair with Mars, but not to the point of being self-indulgent about it. The characters and type of story are allowed to grow up but not forced into unnatural bits of it. It's a fine line she's walking, and she's doing it very well. If you've fallen behind on the Young Wizards books, I think they are very much worth catching up on.
Reginald Hill, Deadheads. I love Felony and Mayhem. Specifically, I love that Felony and Mayhem Press is putting out the older Dalziel and Pascoe books so I can fill in the gaps. This is the period of the series where he's starting to have real fun with the characters, though it's not into the full on extended romps of the late period, which I have to say are my favorite. Still much recommended as a series, and though I would probably not start with Deadheads it is not as bad a place to start as the very very beginning.
Alaya Dawn Johnson, Racing the Dark. I have a rose-colored girlish dream that one day a book about brown people who do magic and live on islands will not be reflexively compared to Earthsea when they really aren't very similar. I think the thing that struck me most about this book was that the world felt bigger than most. There were more cultures on it, more different types of person who didn't really know anything about each other, and some of them had higher tech levels and would do ethnographic studies of each other, and I really liked the level of texture involved that way.
Andrew Levy, A Brain Wider than the Sky: A Migraine Diary. I am a bad person for wanting Levy's auras to be more interesting than they were. I also rolled my eyes a bit at the variety of things he declared "migrainous art" by fiat. He's like many modern writers who have been diagnosed with something or had a close relative diagnosed with something: he wants everyone in history to have had it. (He does acknowledge this a bit more than most, thankfully.) The other problem here is that the last book I read on migraine was by Oliver Sacks, and most people's nonfiction prose is not really as much fun as Oliver Sacks's. It's just how the world works, unfortunately for most people.
Nevil Shute, The Breaking Wave. What I like about Shute is that I don't always have any idea what kind of story he's going to tell when he starts out. It is occasionally very nice indeed to be a completely naive reader in some ways. This is mostly the story of how a young woman's war experiences change her and how her life goes after and how it affects those around her, including the narrator. He does seem fond of the slightly distanced narrator, but he does it well. I like Shute.
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Date: 2010-07-01 04:16 pm (UTC)This is not news, dear.
*blinks* Oh, you mean the press? Well, okay then.
All joking aside, the ethnographic studies thing is rather a nice touch (and you will recall my rather indelicate comments about issues of skin color in Earthsea). I can feel something brewing in the back of my head where that idea butts up against the whole "geographically distributed past vs. temporally distributed past" thing, but it hasn't cohered yet.
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Date: 2010-07-01 04:55 pm (UTC)Cohere! Cohere! Because I want to hear it.
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Date: 2010-07-02 02:19 am (UTC)A lot of our understanding of how the world works and the ways in which we strive to develop and refine that understanding is based on the existence of change and history as history (rather than a recitation of plot- and scenery-generating events and kings and such). I think a corollary to Patrick's point that there's something to be gained by not working through the full implications of change on a secondary world's history is that there's something to be gained by working through the implications of *lack* of change. A different direction of deconstruction, if you will.
ETA: Victoria Strauss has one take on this, with a world where the forces of magic deliberately suppress technological innovation, but that's not really what I'm talking about here. I'm thinking more along the lines of - what does humanity look like when it exists in a context where entropy exists but change does not? Is it even recognizable?
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Date: 2010-07-02 03:31 am (UTC)And a world where entropy exists and change doesn't, oh, that's one people are really not thinking through. "We have been mining the iron in these very same mines for thousands upon thousands of years!" Oh really? Tremble before the power of my eyebrow!
We talked a bit about finding other people interesting. I think one of the assumptions built into geographically distributed change is that no one anywhere finds anyone else particularly interesting. Nobody looks across the border of their country and says, "What a lovely thingummy they have over there in that other country. We should get/make/do one like that." Perhaps they did aeons ago, but it's all reached equilibrium now: these are the thingummies of our people, and those other thingummies are furrin.
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Date: 2010-07-02 03:57 pm (UTC)You might be able to persuade me that was true of faeries, but not of humans.
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Date: 2010-07-02 07:41 pm (UTC)And yes: true of faeries, possibly, okay--some of Charles de Lint's faeries, for example, are very like that. But not humans.
Or no, rather, we have returned to: that is my horror novel thing. That is what I don't want us to become. That is, I think, what the way the world has gotten to be in the presence of the internet reassures me immensely that we do not become, because even in the world of a great many mass-produced things, the making of many of which is completely inscrutable when you look at the thing itself, there is still a great number of people who turn things over and look at them and go, "Hmm. How is that fastened on?"
I had a pair of store-bought intricately patterned stockings once of which a friend of mine said to me, utterly seriously, "If those run, can I see them before you throw them away?" She knew how she would have made them and wanted to see if they'd taught the machines the same thing or something different, and it turned out it was something different, and she could see by looking what the something different was, and that is why we do not live in nearly as horror a universe as we could.
(By Mris. Age 31.)
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Date: 2010-07-01 09:42 pm (UTC)(Ack! Which of you has the extra name and which not? Tall or short will do, since I can easily see reasons why you might not want to attach your first names to your lj or you would have done so already. I was all right when I had no idea who I was talking to, but having a binary split of who I might be talking to is a great deal more troubling.)
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Date: 2010-07-02 01:12 am (UTC)I don't usually feel as though the author forgot something at the end of a book, and Mr Hill has done it to me two or three times with Mssrs Dalziel and Pascoe.
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Date: 2010-07-02 03:32 am (UTC)Dalziel and Pascoe
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Date: 2010-07-03 07:00 pm (UTC)If you like word games, I would start with Dialogues of the Dead. If you like WWI, The Wood Beyond. If you're partial to the Odyssey, Arms and the Women. Do not start with Death's Jest Book or Death Comes for the Fat Man or anything before Bones and Silence. And the late ones are all different from each other. So.
Re: Dalziel and Pascoe
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