juushika: Screen capture of the Farplane from Final Fantasy X: a surreal landscape of waterfalls and flowers. (Anime/Game)
Title: Black Iris
Author: Leah Raeder
Published: New York: Atria, 2015
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 370
Total Page Count: 188,410
Text Number: 553
Read Because: queer author/content, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: As she enters college, troubled teenager Laney falls in with a pair of friends in the party scene. An aggressively unreliable narrator means the plot it not what it first seems; the non-linear narrative can be difficult to keep straight and is overtly contrived, and the scale is exaggerated, too intense and too smart—a stylization echoed in the lush, harsh language, psychological insights, promiscuity and drug use, and violent interpersonal dynamics. But also present are queer characters and relationships, power dynamics, obsession, vengeance, mental illness, poetry, and love. Black Iris is something in between Dangerous Liaisons, urban fantasy of manners, and a harsher Francesca Lia Block, and in larger quantity, I'd find it exhausting—but in this one novel, which is compulsively readable and a victorious labor of love, it's phenomenal.


A quote I need to preserve for posterity. )
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Title: Ship of Magic (The Liveship Traders Book 1)
Author: Robin Hobb
Published: New York: Del Rey, 2004 (1999)
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 800
Total Page Count: 186,520
Text Number: 548
Read Because: continuing the Realm of the Elderlings, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: The Liveship Vivacia awakes to sentience while upheaval unsettles both the ship's owning family and the larger array of trade and pirate ports that stretch along the Cursed Shores. 800 pages is almost inexcusably long, especially given Hobb's repetitive wording and the fact that—though it lacks a cliffhanger, and while both characters and plot progress—this novel has no significant resolution. But there's something deeply immersive in Ship of Magic. The slow pacing helps, as does the large cast, well-lived word, and strong seafaring aesthetic; the plot's ethos is that all that can go wrong must go wrong (but things can always get worse) and central themes concern sexism and slavery—and while this sparks painful frustration-by-proxy it is also keenly sympathetic. I suspect I'm only so patient with this series because my love of the Farseer trilogy makes me trust Hobb to her long-form, slow stories—but I adored this, despite its obvious weaknesses, and look forward to the next book.


The reading experience, via Tumblr )
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Teja (he formerly known as Express) currently has a twice-weekly work commute and so has gone from being a very rare reader to a somewhat more frequent reader; our tastes have only partial overlap, but when he asked my opinion on Neuromancer I'd just never read it. Because it is what it is as a seminal cyberpunk novel, I bought it otherwise blind—about a million years ago, while visiting Dee in the Seattle area, from the marvelous Duvall Books. It's the used bookstore that daydreams are made of, with gently creaking hardwood floors, packed shelves, and nostalgic actually-used-bookstore prices—I bought Neuromancer for $1.50.

So Teja started reading it on his own, and was unsure what he thought of the first few chapters; so I started reading it along with him, with only the most casual of overlaps and conversations. He's read other books on my recommendation and we've discussed them, but co-reading was much more engaging. There's room in it for spoilers (instead of the perpetually frustrating "I have thoughts, but they take into context/reveal later events") and minutiae as well as larger reflections on narrative and genre. A+ experience; we reading his next book together as well.

The book itself, as expressed, left little impression. There is one particular exception:

"The Villa Straylight," said a jeweled thing on the pedestal, in a voice like music, "is a body grown in upon itself, a Gothic folly. Each space in Straylight is in some way secret, this endless series of chambers linked by passages, by stairwells vaulted like intestines, where the eye is trapped in narrow curves, carried past ornate screens, empty alcoves…"

[…] "In Straylight, the hull’s inner surface is overgrown with a desperate proliferation of structures, forms flowing, interlocking, rising toward a solid core of microcircuitry, our clan’s corporate heart, a cylinder of silicon wormholed with narrow maintenance tunnels, some no wider than a man’s hand. The bright crabs burrow there, the drones, alert for micromechanical decay or sabotage."


Predictably, I'm more invested in -punk as subgenre than as work. The subgenres have the potential to explore the push/pull of their central concept, but in practice rarely do. Steampunk has too much pull, too much idealization and aesthetic, forgetting the necessary anxiety about technology and society. Cyberpunk has too much push, and Neuromancer pushes especially hard: Gibson's novel is all grim and grit and awful characters and pervasive fatigue, even when he's inventing a new technological marvel—it's an awful world to be in.

Villa Straylight was for me the one exception, this interlocking manufactured techno-historical dreamscape populated by wasteful and corrupted residents trapped within their own recursive, futureless pseudo-incest—it's an excessive image but an effective one, and the decadence of the setting was such welcome counterpoint to the pervasive grim tone.

Harder for me to remember is that the novel has pull aspects that I just can't access. I think Case is an awful protagonist, but his male power fantasy isn't for me. Teja pointed out that Rivera even functions as a foil: the overtly misogynistic evil counterpart that turns the author and reader surrogate protagonist into a Nice Guy pseudo-antihero. And unlike modern steampunk, cyberpunk was a direct reflection of the era that birthed it. The pull, the optimism and burgeoning potential of cyber technology, doesn't need to be illustrated: it's innate to the technology of the time.

If cyberpunk is dead, then may it rest in peace; I care less for its contemporary examples than for its post-80s influences, which have a more seductive aesthetic to set against the anxiety of technology(/development/society/change), which I find more enjoyable and effective. And I care more about that push/pull interplay than the subgenres themselves—except mythpunk, which actually gets it right, and asylumpunk, which doesn't even properly exist but in which I am personally invested.
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Title: Neuromancer (Sprawl Book 1)
Author: William Gibson
Published: New York: Ace Books, 1984
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 270
Total Page Count: 185,720
Text Number: 547
Read Because: buddy-read with Teja, purchased used (years ago!) from Duvall Books
Review: A burned-out hacker is given a risky second chance when he's hired by a rogue AI. This is a grim, bazaar-style cyberpunk, wandering past a dozen technological inventions and locations; it revels in and cements cyberpunk's aesthetic, but these bits of worldbuilding rarely reappear and only occasionally influence plot. A few do, and those are interesting—namely, the nature of the AI and the Villa Straylight—but the overall effect is tiresome. As is the uninspired protagonist, and the plot which begins with a disconnected travelogue and ends with an straightforward climax. I can appreciate Neuromancer as a historical artifact, but this doesn't offer what I love about -punk genres (I like some idealization to balance the anxiety) and the rest of the narrative fails to impress.


But there is one great quote )
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Title: Patternmaster (Patternmaster Book 4)
Author: Octavia E. Butler
Published: New York: Open Road, 2012 (1976)
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 200
Total Page Count: 183,510
Text Number: 541
Read Because: continuing the series, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: The territory of telepathic Patternists is under constant attack by animalic, virulent Clayarks—which makes the succession of a new Pattermaster urgent. Patternmaster is surprisingly small, not just short but localized in scope despite the speculative concepts of the larger world. It's a compelling starting point for a series that backtracks to explore those speculative elements, but if they're already familiar then it's an underwhelming finale. Butler's prose is particularly workmanlike, but as always she excels in conveying the claustrophobic pressure of a flawed social system. Most surprising is the appearance of bisexual female character, who defies Butler's frustrating tendency towards heteronormativity and, outspoken and feminist, also provides this flawless exchange:

"I don't think you've done anything to her. Joachim has, and certainly Coransee has. But you're only about to."

"By leaving her—or by taking her?"

"By deciding for her."

"I don't want to get her killed."

Amber shrugged. "If it were me, I'd want to make up my own mind."


My opinion of this series entire remains unchanged: it is best read in publication order, and to read it in internal chronological order makes for an uneven, frustrating experience. I wish I could go back and correct my mistake; having made it, I'm still glad to have read the series, but this novel in particular left little impression.
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Title: Ancillary Sword (Imperial Radch Book 2)
Author: Ann Leckie
Published: New York: Orbit, 2014
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 350
Total Page Count: 181,820
Text Number: 535
Read Because: continuing the series, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: Breq is sent to Athoek Station, home to Lieutenant Awn's sister, to stabilize the region while public war breaks across Radchaai space. The plot here is a strange beast: the politics of Athoek's annexation are simultaneously heavyhanded and morally gray—like Radchaai's agender society, the issue of cultural discrimination isn't superbly handled but it is well intended, and I would rather it be there than not. The sense of place, politicking, and personal motivations knit well; foreshadowing to plot twists, however, is emphasized in a way that makes resolutions talky and transparent.

But while the plot's quality is uneven, the true focus is interpersonal. Leckie's antagonists/political conservatives—often the same thing—can be caricatured, but her sympathetic characters are superb, prickly and complex and beautifully drawn. And Breq, as a multi-instanced AI made singular, continues to be singularly phenomenal, a unique concept explored with conviction and insight. The emotional punch of this book should not to be underestimated. Ancillary Sword has its flaws and I just don't care—it's so rewarding to read.


A quote and its Tumblr tags )
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Title: On the Edge of Gone
Author: Corinne Duyvis
Published: New York: Amulet Books, 2016
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 450
Total Page Count: 181,070
Text Number: 533
Read Because: personal enjoyment, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: After a comet hits earth, one autistic girl tries to find a way to get her family safely aboard a generation ship. Duyvis's hallmark is diverse casting, and that's particularly true here, from the broad representation in the supporting cast to the protagonist's autism—which, while accessible to uninformed or neurotypical readers, is never rendered simplistic; Duyvis writes with experience and valuable honesty. But I find that Duyvis's other hallmark is unenjoyable plotting, and this is no exception. The setting is apocalyptic, but the scale is local and personal—which often means the plot is repetitive and fueled by short-sighted or foolish decisions. Duyvis's previous novel Otherbound offered compelling emotional bonds to offset its grim content; On the Edge of Gone has no such counterpoint outside of an artificially optimistic ending.

"Whether someone is useful only matters if you value people by their use": On The Edge of Gone is a study of persistence, survival, personal worth—and the issues, both personal and social, that get in the way. It's thoughtful, possessing of an unforgiving gray morality and a necessary undercurrent of optimism. I value and admire those characteristics—but the fact remains that this isn't an enjoyable book to read. I find myself ambivalent, and despite its value can't recommend it.
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Title: Silently and Very Fast
Author: Catherynne M. Valente
Published: Stirling: Wyrm Publishing, 2011
Rating: 5 of 5
Page Count: 130
Total Page Count: 180,620
Text Number: 532
Read Because: fan of the author, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: Elefsis, a machine intelligence, traces her origin and the history of the family that helped create her. This is a superb work, and one that could only have been written by Valente. Rich imagery and mythic themes are her signature; here, those elements become a literal internal landscape and a tool for approximating—and creating—experience and feeling. This isn't hard scifi, but nor is it as soft or as fantastical as I was expecting: the emphasis is on identity and the interpersonal, but it's also a direct confrontation of the boundaries of intelligence, of how we define and create a self, of when we're willing to confer selfhood; an intelligent, pointed (and convincing, and trope-aware) examination of the concept of artificial intelligence. Valente is one of my favorite authors, but this still exceeded by expectations. It's a dense, beautiful, brilliant work, and I recommend it with enthusiasm. It was published free online by Clarkesworld.


I preserve these quotes both because they sum up the thrust of the text, and because they're perfect:

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Title: Ancillary Justice (Imperial Radch #1)
Author: Ann Leckie
Published: New York: Orbit, 2013
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 385
Total Page Count: 179,310
Text Number: 527
Read Because: discussed by Books and Pieces, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: Once an AI with numerous subsets and physical bodies, Breq is now left with one physical body and desperate, unformed plan. Ancillary Justice has an almost unforgivably slow start, due to an epic space opera scale, an intentionally oblique narrative, and some confusing names. But after the initial adjustment period, the book excels. It's satisfying to watch the wide-ranging plots coalesce, and Leckie's philosophical battles have subtle human faces. The central concept of multi-facet and -body intelligence is phenomenal, not just creative but well-realized; exploring Breq's pluralized point of view is broadening, and has effective reverberations throughout the plot. The non-gendered society I find less successful*, but it remains a welcome addition. I find it easy to overlook Ancillary Justice's flaws, not because I don't see them but because the book is so captivating that I just don't care. I look forward to reading the sequels.


* I am of many minds regarding the treatment of gender. The non-gendered "she" is an innate misnomer and erases non-gendered identities—which are not a speculative thought-experiment: non-gendered people exist, and so do non-gendered pronouns. That said, "she" as universal default is intentionally confrontational, demanding that the reader never develop assumptions about either gender or culture. I enjoy also the reversal of being confused by and dismissing gendered societies—but to remove all concepts of gender is also limiting. There are moment I love, Breq's view of concourse chief among them:

I saw them all, suddenly, for just a moment, through non-Radchaai eyes, an eddying crowd of unnervingly ambiguously gendered people. I saw all the features that would mark gender for non-Radchaii—never, to my annoyance and inconvenience, the same way in each place. Short hair or long, worn unbound (trailing down a back, or in a thick, curled nimbus) or bound (braided, pinned, tied). Thick-bodied or thin-, faces delicate-featured or coarse-, with cosmetics or none. A profusion of colors that would have been gender-marked in other places. All of this matched randomly with bodies curving at breast and hip or not, bodies that one moment moved in ways various non-Radchaai would call feminine, the next moment masculine. Twenty years of habit overtook me, and for an instant I despaired of choosing the right pronouns, the right terms of address. But I didn't need to do that here. I could drop that worry, a small but annoying weight I had carried all this time. I was home.


On an individual level, in Breq's grammatical troubles and the intentional crossover into the reader's experience, the execution is often successful. At a worldbuilding/conceptual level, the issue of gender can be clumsy. But what a joy to be given the opportunity to debate this issue at all.
juushika: Screen capture of the Farplane from Final Fantasy X: a surreal landscape of waterfalls and flowers. (Anime/Game)
I recently completed The Great Star Trek: TOS first viewing; I grew up on TNG and Voyager and DS9, but had never watched TOS until just now. As I watched, I read along with Eugene Myers and Torie Atkinson's re-watch, here on Tor.com, with the third season on The Viewscreen. Torie's analyses I found particularly relevant, both because she came it from the same position as me (familiar with most of Star Trek, but not with TOS), but particularly because of how she examines and confronts Roddenberry's attempts, successes, and failures in exploring and representing equality.

Star Trek: The Original Series, complete series, 1966-69
This exceeded my expectations. It's not as forward-thinking as Roddenberry's vision demanded, which I don't think the time period excuses, given Roddenberry's intent. But the intent is so good, and more than occasionally effective; the underlying sense of wonder is inspiring, the cast and the inter-character dynamics are phenomenal, and Spock—Spock I adore, and I now understand how much Nimoy brought to the show and character. The number of authentically enjoyable episodes balances the amount of formulaic or ridiculous drivel, and while the third season lags it only feels like a preponderance of the bad elements that were there throughout—although most of the series clichés, especially Kirk's womanizing and the lady of the week, seem to come from this season rather than the show entire. I regret that the show prioritizes the return to status quo, but it was inevitable consequence of the genre's development. In sum: not near corny as I expected it to be; dated, flawed, certainly, but authentically enjoyable. I agree with Torie Atkinson's thoughts in the Star Trek Re-watch: Season 1 Wrap-Up: the sincerity and unidealized optimism is surprisingly effective.

Star Trek: The Motion Picture, film, 1979, dir. Robert Wise
I can appreciate this for what it is: an homage, love letter, and the celebration of an effects budget. The same things which are wearisome—namely, the long, slow shots of the ship and other special effects—are in some ways the most endearing: it's almost fanservice, the frank admiration of some of the most beloved bits of TOS. Pity about the recycled plot, and putting the band back together stymies character progression (although Spock, as always, is strong). TMP isn't great as a movie, but I appreciate it as a revival.

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, film, 1982, dir. Nicholas Meyer
Not much I can say that hasn't been said. Khan's characterization feels flat—I wanted something more than the definitive obsession with Kirk. The rest of the cast fairs far better, with solid characterization and character progression; I adore Spock in the captain's seat, and the intercast dynamics are fantastic. This successfully translates the feel of the show into movie format: similar ethos, movie-appropriate pacing, and a satisfying number of subplots; the end is strong. But I fail to find it as memorable as TMP—perhaps because it's simply more traditional and successful a film.

Star Trek III: The Search for Spock, film, 1984, dir. Leonard Nimoy
Another one that I enjoyed, despite general consensus. I love successful narratives-in-absentia, and so respond well to a story that orbits an absent character. And how lovely, to see McCoy given more complexity. This is a smaller, more private story; melancholy, personal, heartsick; the destruction of the Enterprise contributes significantly to this tone. I hate back from the dead plotlines in principle, and I didn't care one whit about the B-plot or the villain; the film certainly has flaws. But the small parts of it which work well I treasure.

Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, film, 1986, dir. Leonard Nimoy
A humorous installment is well-timed and surprisingly effective, and—other than the ridiculous premise—this has great pacing and strong character moments. TVH absolutely tips towards embarrassment squick, but it never oversteps, thank goodness. It's charming and silly, the cast has just enough substance, and it's utterly engaging to watch—but not, ultimately, particularly memorable or complex.

Star Trek V: The Final Frontier, film, 1989, dir. William Shatner
I could have done without. There's some well-intended elements—namely, to give glimpses into the backstory and private lives of the crew—but they're ineffective; meanwhile, the humor is cringe-inducing and while the plot echoes some reoccurring series themes, it does a poor job of it and the fake god is particularly clumsy. I wish it had gone in a different direction—I would have loved to better explore the experience of a Vulcan with emotions.

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country, film, 1991, dir. Nicholas Meyer
This is such a rewarding endnote. The murder-mystery plot isn't flawless (the courtroom scene is frustrating, despite the appearance of Michael Dorn; the clue-search aboard the ship tends toward silly), but the balance of the plot's momentum and the depth of the metaphor is almost flawless. I love to see Kirk confronted, to see him proven wrong and forced to change; I love a bit less Spock's flaws, but the Kirk/Spock/McCoy dynamic in this film is some of my favorite in the series entire. This may be the most enjoyable and watchable of the films—and final voice-over and the signatures on the stars was the most perfect of all possible conclusions. (Reader, I cried.)

This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command. This ship and her history will shortly become the care of another crew. To them and their posterity will we commit our future. They will continue the voyages we have begun, and journey to all the undiscovered countries, boldly going where no man ... where no one has gone before.



Bonus, crossposted from Tumblr: In defense of 3.20 The Way to Eden )
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Title: Hemlock Grove
Author: Brian McGreevy
Published: New York: FSG Originals, 2012
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 320
Total Page Count: 169,729
Text Number: 497
Read Because: fan of the television adapatation, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: Two strangers are drawn together by the death of a young woman to an apparent animal attack: Peter, Romani, outsider, and perhaps a werewolf, and Roman, heir to Hemlock Grove's medical empire and gifted with strange powers of his own. The Netflix adaptation is surprisingly faithful, so fans of the show will find this familiar. I prefer the show, but only by bare margin. All the best dynamics and lines come directly from the book, the McGreevy's voice is a delight, abrupt in pacing, florid in wording, perfect for the reluctant but intense desires of the cast. I found this absorbing, and while Hemlock Grove carries inherent caveats (for the representation of Romani people, and for its indulgent grotesquery) I recommend it.


Longer thoughts via Tumblr )
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Title: Spindle's End
Author: Robin McKinley
Published: New York: Ace, 2000
Rating: 5 of 5
Page Count: 354
Total Page Count: 159,894
Text Number: 467
Read Because: fan of the author, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: A retelling of Sleeping Beauty, following the fairy family that raised her. This is my seventh McKinely novel, and my favorite. I return to her because she's consistently pleasant, cozy and whimsical, female-focused, featuring small domestic magics within larger archetypal settings. Deerskin breaks that trend by approaching tragedy with the same local, magical focus, and so stands above her other novels. And so does Spindle's End—but here, McKinley achieves that by taking her normal style and focus further. This is her voice at its most lively and humorous, her domestic magics at their most prolific, and—

—and, it's important. This is Sleeping Beauty told with the intent of returning agency to the protagonist, and there's an endearing and necessary thematic transparency: the scene where the child princess insists she's not pretty, but rather intelligent and brave; when Katriona's aunt tells her one's inner magic and strength are always a little messy and inaccessible; when Rosie and Posey fail to engage in the female rivalry the text initially sets up, and instead become best friends. It's reminiscent of the film Maleficent in its emphatic emotional appeal wrapped in a charming magical atmosphere.

Spindle's End isn't flawless. The climax is particularly troublesome: the domestic magic, with its own internal logic, grows archetypal and intangible and, frankly, hard to follow. (The final denouement is blissfully free of that: it's a moment of simple, perfect clarity, and ends with a lovely bittersweet epilogue.) And if McKinley's style doesn't work for you, then this exaggerated example certainly won't. But if you've enjoyed any McKinley, or want to try just one book, this is some of her best work.

Rosie hated her curly golden hair. When she was old enough to hold minimal conversations, the itsy-bitsy-cutesycoo sort of grown-ups would pull the soft ringlets gently and tell her what a pretty little girl she was. She would stare at this sort of grown-up and say, "I am not pretty. I am intelligent. And brave."
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Title: Grail (Jacob's Ladder Book 3)
Author: Elizabeth Bear
Published: New York: Spectra, 2011
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 352
Total Page Count: 158,475
Text Number: 462
Read Because: continuing the series, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: As the ship nears the planet where they hope to end their thousand-year journey, they discover the worst: the planet is already inhabited—by humans. The divergent human societies can feel insufficiently alien—or, rather, they don't extrapolate well: the clash of worldviews stretches thin when meant to encompass two complete cultures. But when it works (and, here, Bear's headhopping shines), the view of each society from without is creative, refreshing, thoughtful, and sometimes even hilarious. Bear measures perfect balance between high concept and its trickledown to the personal and social. Grail has the large premise and lively plot that Chill failed to create, yet the interpersonal effects are equally important and frequently more affecting. It's a triumphant end; Chill lags a bit, but Dust and Grail are fantastic and the series entire is well worth reading.


A tangential but fantastic quote, for preserving purposes:

What was less ethical than giving artificial intelligence personalities? Than creating—in essence—a slave race: creatures with agency and identity but only the semblance of free will?

Danilaw's people still used smart systems. But they had long since abandoned the horrific practice of making people of them, and then enslaving the people they had made.


Please please tell me other people are making connection between companion animals/bond creatures and AI companions; please pretty please tell me there's media about artificial intelligence as bond creatures out there, somewhere. Because they hella hit the companion animal tropes sweet spot of ideal-friend-means-inhuman/subservient-but-intelligent.
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What impresses me while reading the original novels is how good NBC Hannibal is a retelling.

There’s a sweet spot in retellings: enough references to the source material to justify basing it there, enough originality to justify retelling it. It's difficult to get right, and often separate from the work’s other merits—take as example Pamela Dean's Tam Lin: an engrossing, cozy narrative about coming of age and academia, with a Tam Lin ballad crammed into the closing act; the inspiration is great, the book itself is lovely, but the actual retelling feels clumsy.

NBC Hannibal occurs pre-Red Dragon but is more than happy to pervert canon; the characters are harvested from the book, but gleefully recast (gender and racial diversity, in my TV?) and fleshed out; later interactions between Will and Hannibal mimic interactions between Clarice and Hannibal in the third book; some lines appear verbatim, out of another character’s mouth; showstopping scenes (dat burning wheelchair) reoccur, enacted by different people with different results; and this is my favorite bit: Will’s house seems to be inspired by the house in which Harris wrote Red Dragon and, himself, discovered Hannibal.

So it has roots dug deep into the source material, but it’s also growing a metaphorical tree, a big old one. Some of what it has to say is questionable (the Hannibal/Clarice relationship becomes explicitly sexual; the same interactions recast as Hannibal/Will are not; meanwhile, when Bloom is recast as a woman, the Hannibal/Alana Bloom relationship is), but it is constantly, undeniably talkative. It’s more explicit than the source material, such that—

"The reason you caught me is that we’re just alike," was the last thing Graham heard as the steel door closed behind him.


—becomes an entire season. It shares Harris’s psychological overlay, but takes a more sensual approach to Harris’s predilection for discomforting physicality. It does what Red Dragon fails to do, what Harris began to do in later books: it casts Hannibal central, because he and his effects are what is most fascinating, but it explores those effects with more intention and result than the books.

My entire time spent watching Hannibal is spent going, oh, this is good; this is pushing itself forward, challenging itself, and it’s constantly good. Good doesn't happen often. And I continue to be surprised to find it’s not just good in its own right, but also as a retelling. It’s all around, intentionally, well done. Now that’s super rare.
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Let's talk more about the Farseer Trilogy.

Remember what I wrote about tropes in Royal Assassin? Assassin's Quest is like that, but x1000. Found family/unusual intimacies overlap the companion animal trope in the last book as Fitz's Wit becomes public knowledge and those close to him begin to interact with Nighteyes.

Not everything always works. Hobbs puts aside three established characters and welcomes to new one, so the found family can feel forced; the unusual intimacies between characters are often so explicit that they almost feel forced, too.

But when it does work....

No. He turned to face me squarely, met my eyes as no wild wolf would have. We do not share. We are one. I am no longer a wolf, you are no longer a man. What we are together, I have no name for. Perhaps the one who spoke to us of the Old Blood would have a word to explain it. He paused. See how much a man I am, that I speak of having a word for an idea? No word is needed. We exist, and we are whatever we are.

I would set you free if I could.

Would you? I would not part from you.


...it's one of the most resonant examples of the companion animal trope that I've encountered, it's messy jealousies mixed in with unbreakable bonds, it's conflating sex with Skill and love with hatred. It may be the jealousy that I most admire, because it keeps grounded and complex the otherwise idealized aspects of Fitz's pack, and reminds us that his coming of age isn't just about king and country, but also about his uncle and friends. This sort of emotional register speaks directly to my id, and I could barely be more pleased with this series entire.

One more quote, for good measure:

One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman. Nosy had been a friendly, inquisitive, boyish dog when he was mine. Smithy had been tough and aggressive, inclined to bully anyone who would give way to him, and his sense of humor had had a rough edge to it. Nighteyes was as unlike them as he was unlike Burrich or Chade. It is no disrespect to any of them to say I was closest to him.

He could not count. But I could not read deer scent on the air and tell if it was a buck or doe. If he could not plan ahead to the day after tomorrow, neither was I capable of the fierce concentration he could bring to a stalk. There were differences between us; neither of us claimed superiority. No one issued a command to the other, or expected unquestioning obedience of the other. My hands were useful things for removing porcupine quills and ticks and thorns and for scratching especially itchy and unreachable spots on his back. My height gave me a certain advantage in spotting game and spying out terrain. So even when he pitied me for my “cow's teeth” and poor vision at night, and a nose he referred to as a numb lump between my eyes, he did not look down on me. We both knew his hunting prowess accounted for most of the meat that we ate. Yet he never begrudged me an equal share. Find that in a man, if you can.
juushika: Screen capture of the Farplane from Final Fantasy X: a surreal landscape of waterfalls and flowers. (Anime/Game)
Once Upon a Time has this fascination with interconnection. That was fine in the first season when it functioned to knit together the parallel storylines; now it makes for a plot which hinges on coincidence. I'm catching up on season 3, and the reveal of Pan's identity is uncalled for.

I finally got around to reading Barrie's Peter Pan this year, and it lines up with Mary Poppins and the Alice books in that the source material can be pretty creepy and that's fantastic. Poppins is a little inhuman, capricious and cold. Wonderland is as much nightmare as dream, denying Alice bodily autonomy and questioning her identity. And Pan is what Valente calls "heartless" in The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making:

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one.


He is incapable of seeing the world outside himself, unaware of consequence; a consummate child and, given the power he has in Neverland, that makes him scary. I love the idea of dark retellings of children's classics like these books, but the truth is the source material often does it better; compare the disconcerting undercurrent of Pan's nature within the wonder of Neverland to the artless, racist, excessive gothic parade of Brom's The Child Thief which, as you may gather, I rather disliked. I love to see subtext turned text, but it's hard to find retellings that are actually loyal to, or even as effective as, what it is that makes the text intriguing or unsettling or dark.

Once Upon a Time's Pan isn't perfect but he's surprisingly good--in part because Robbie Kray can act; in part because his dynamics with other cast members intrigue me; in part, and to the point, because Pan has that same heartlessness and because he treats his machinations as a game--and while that phrasing grows stale, it's effective. The Lost Boys are older in OUaT but it works, it makes them more rebellious and as such more dangerous. But Pan still feels like a child, capable of leadership and responsibility but with not just a refusal but an inability to fathom compassion, relationships, selflessness, sympathy.

Finding out that he hasn't always been a child, and putting him in a parent/child relationship with another character, undermines the shit out of that. It makes him seem pathetic, even a little gross; a desperate play-actor rather than a precocious, heartless child. All because the narrative wants to make one more madcap, half-written, coincidental interconnection, sigh.

Watching OUaT is an exercise is missed opportunity (not even gonna mention Mulan right now), but this one stung.
juushika: Photograph of a stack of books, with one lying open (Books)
Title: Possession
Author: A.S. Byatt
Published: New York: Vintage International, 1991 (1990)
Rating: 4 of 5
Page Count: 555
Total Page Count: 147,546
Text Number: 434
Read Because: personal enjoyment, from my personal library
Review: Two scholars are drawn together when they discover evidence of a secret love-affair between their objects of study, famous Victorian poets. Possession is self-aware and -congratulatory, redundant and transparent; it's also lush, smart, heartfelt, and utterly effective. A book this aware of its own limitations and crutches could do more to correct them, but no matter how many caveats I provide, the truth is that I loved Possession. For all its imperfections, it's utterly successful; for all its contrivances, it has a contagious, unshakable faith in what it does. I wish that some of what remains in the margins (such as Christabel's relationship with Blanche) were more explicit, and that the heavy-handed parallels between the Victorian lovers and their modern-day scholars were less explicit; ironic, given the palimpsest of a narrative, but the book would benefit from more subtlety—the conclusion is particularly heavy-handed. But this is a book of love, self-aware and self-deprecating but fueled by love, love for history and women and writing and academia, love for its post-modernism and its message, and, no matter how tritely, love for love itself. I adored it, and I know I'll reread it some day.

I would not for the whole world diminish you. I know it is usual in these circumstances to protest—"I love you for yourself alone"—"I love you essentially"—and as you imply, my dearest, to mean by "you essentially"—lips hands and eyes. But you must know—we do know—that it is not so—dearest, I love your soul and with that your poetry—the grammar and stopping and hurrying syntax of your quick thought—quite as much essentially you as Cleopatra's hopping was essentially hers to delight Antony—more essentially, in that while all lips hands and eyes resemble each other somewhat (though yours are enchanting and also magnetic)—your thought clothed with your words is uniquely you, came with you, would vanish if you vanished—

Possession, 218-9
juushika: Drawing of a sleeping orange cat (I should have been born a cat)
Title: The Beast Master (The Beast Master Book 1)
Author: Andre Norton
Published: New York: Tor, 2010 (1959)
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 192
Total Page Count: 146,364
Text Number: 431
Read Because: interest in the companion animal trope
Review: After war destroys Earth, a survivor and ex-combatant with the unique ability to lead a team of animals travels to the settler planet of Arzor to exact personal revenge. I read The Beast Master as a precursor to the companion animal trope; Norton's concept of select men with intimate, near-psychic bonds with animals would later inspire authors like Lackey and McCaffrey towards Valdemar and Pern, and as a forerunner The Beast Master is existent, intriguing, and unsatisfying. The human/animal bond is compelling and certainly unique, but receives only fringe examination; I can see what inspired later authors to latch on to the idea, and am glad they did.

As a novel, the book is quick and engaging but not particularly memorable. The plot is deceptive, more of a travelogue and cultural drama than personal vendetta; the plot comes to somewhat too neat of a conclusion but the well-realized world leaves plenty of room for sequels. The Beast Master also functions as my introduction to Norton, and I'll return to her—she has an effortless accessibly without skimping on character or content; I can't speak for the representation of the Native (Navajo) protagonist, but it was remarkably less racist than I anticipated, even handled with respect. In short, this book is precisely what I hoped for, as early evidence of the companion animal trope and as a readable novel, but offered little more; I don't particularly recommend it but I'm glad to have read it.

To the spectator the ex-Commando might be standing impassively, the meerkats clinging to him, his hand resting lightly on Surra’s round skull, the eagle quiet on his shoulder. But an awareness, which was unuttered, unheard speech, linked him with animals and bird. The breadth of that communication could not be assessed outside a "team," but it forged them into a harmonious whole, which was a weapon if need be, a companionship always.
—The Beast Master, 7
juushika: A black and white photo of an ink pen (Writing)
Title: The White Dragon (The Dragonriders of Pern Book 3)
Author: Anne McCaffrey
Published: New York: Ballantine Books, 1986
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 468
Total Page Count: 133,555
Text Number: 391
Read Because: continuing the series, e-book borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: Jaxom is the future Lord Holder of Ruatha, but in defiance of tradition he's also bonded to a dragon—the small, unusual, white Ruth. This is the story of his coming of age, as he insists on embracing both of his roles and leaves Pern changed in his wake. The White Dragon is an improvement over its immediate predecessor, Dragonquest, in large part because it has a stronger focus: Jaxom, whose maturation is realistic if not compelling. Jaxom's bond with Ruth is more unique, both because Ruth is better characterized than most dragons and because sex is an active issue in their relationship. This brings into the forefront something that lingered unexamined at the fringes of previous Pern books, but surprisingly—given the slut-shaming and implied rape that suffuse those books—it's a liberal examination. Jaxom's sexuality is problematically heteronormative, but the way he negotiates sexual activity and identity with Ruth is strange, intimate, and compelling. McCaffrey's writing, however, has undergone no change: The White Dragon is overlong—the world of Pern has attained significant, if artificially structured, complexity, but it can be at the cost of a good story—and artless; dialog is particularly cumbersome. This is the last I plan to read of Pern, perhaps indefinitely, and I still don't recommend this series, nor this book—but The White Dragon does bring some interesting things to the table.

Review posted here on Amazon.com.


But let's not pretend that the book in the least ways handles sex well—wait just a second, did our sympathetic male protagonist just wish that a "difficult" female character would be raped in order to put her in her place? Yes, yes he did. )
juushika: A black and white photo of an ink pen (Writing)
Title: Dragonflight (Dragonriders of Pern Book 1)
Author: Anne McCaffrey
Published: New York: Ballantine Books, 1968
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 320
Total Page Count: 132,400
Text Number: 388
Read Because: interest in the companion animal trope, e-book borrowed from the Multnomah County Library
Review: As dragonriders search for a woman, Lessa, to bond with a newborn dragon queen, the Red Star rises: after four centuries of safety, the dragonrider F'lar must rally Pern to action before deadly Thread begins to fall from the sky. Dragonflight is an uneven but successful entry into the world of Pern. McCaffrey's voice is unskilled and the plot manages to be both predictable and ad hoc, but the protagonists are promising—they're often unlikable and share no chemistry, but they have robust and rewarding agency. But the real reason to read Dragonflight is for its archetypal example of the magical companion animal trope. The dragons lack personality, exist solely for human benefit, and are artificially stratified, but they're undeniably compelling.

A feeling of joy suffused Lessa; a feeling of warmth, tenderness, unalloyed affection, and instant respect and admiration flooded mind and heart and soul. Never again would Lessa lack an advocate, a defender, an intimate, aware instantly of the temper of her mind and heart, of her desires. How wonderful was Lessa, the thought intruded into Lessa's reflections, how pretty, how kind, how thoughtful, how brave and clever!
Dragonflight, 72


While not well explored in its own right, it's a fascinating and formative beginning—and familiarity with Pern's archetypes give depth to other incarnations of the trope. This in no way makes Dragonflight a better book. As well as poorly written, it's deeply problematic: Lessa is a strong female character, but she's pitted divisively against women who have less agency (as a result of Pern's sexist society), more sex, or more body fat; dragon mating creates an implied but unaddressed threat of human rape. I don't recommend Dragonflight unless you share my interest in the magical companion animal trope; but if you do, it's successful as an archetype of the trope and while flawed remains a readable novel.

Review posted here on Amazon.com.

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