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This is very literary. In my heart of hearts I know it's a romance, so it has to end happily but my god it's so gritty and realistic that it could hav
This is very literary. In my heart of hearts I know it's a romance, so it has to end happily but my god it's so gritty and realistic that it could have just as easily ended tragically. I've never felt more anxious reading about a missing person like that. Ordinarily I don't have a problem with instalove. I have enough disbelief to suspend for any happy ending. But Nash and Glen are the kind of OTP that has an instant connection that is so goddamn believable my heart is still racing.
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Cute but it was not about enemies. It was botanical jargon interspersed with hot sex and was triggered by brief envy, misunderstandings and instalust.
Cute but it was not about enemies. It was botanical jargon interspersed with hot sex and was triggered by brief envy, misunderstandings and instalust. Merged review: Cute but it was not about enemies. It was botanical jargon interspersed with hot sex and was triggered by brief envy, misunderstandings and instalust. ...more |
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| Travel had taught me that the world was something to engage with, not take shelter from.What's a young man to do when his fiancee just du Travel had taught me that the world was something to engage with, not take shelter from.What's a young man to do when his fiancee just dumped him and he doesn't know how to tell his parents that he doesn't want to end up working at their architectural firm, even after they'd paid for a full ride through an architecture degree? He takes a trip using Esquire's guide to Europe from the 50s. [image] 19th Century oil painting of people on the Rue de la Paix, Place Vendome, Paris by Henri Dulac It's a straightforward story at this point. Jefferson Blythe, of the blithely oblivious, hops on a plane from Washington to London ready to face all of Europe. When he arrives, a young eccentric woman approaches him demanding "an egg". Flummoxed, Blythe lies to get away from her because why would a rando just show up asking for something you have never heard of? Blythe plans to stay at his aunt and uncle's house but when he gets there, his cousin is already occupying the house and demands--through the rules of bro code--that Blythe let him stay undisturbed because he was trying to win back his ex. Blythe, stranded, decides to call George, a childhood friend who has a murky history with him. Blythe doesn't want to impose, still smarting from their fallout but they're all grown up now. There's no reason why they can't get along for a few nights until he can get to stay at his aunt's house, right? Unfortunately, as he's waiting for George to pick him up, the lady from the airport materialises, like a ghost of annoyance present, threatening him this time. What on earth is going on? So begins a delightful tale of misadventure, comedy, travel, intrigue and romance? This isn't a traditional mystery. There are no dead bodies to be uncovered and while Blythe does come across bodies, he finds it discomfitting, People dying reduced the entertainment value to nil. I beg to differ, I subscribe to the Drowning Pool school of thought, Let the bodies hit the floor. But Blythe is of a softer disposition, getting caught in the middle of a conspiracy where he is being accused of being someone he isn't and stealing something he doesn't know of, places him in great distress. But of bigger distress, is the realisation that what he did when he was a teenager has damn near destroyed anything he could hope to pursue with George. The book follows Blythe haplessly escaping danger through sheer dumb luck and the intervention of another Josh Lanyon character whom I adore. Colin from The French Have a Word for It makes an appearance and it's clear this is before the events from the short story. You, the reader, are rooting for Blythe to come to Jesus and finally embrace life wholeheartedly. Unfortunately, sometimes your happiness lies in the hands of others. While I am opposed to the idea of romantic love being a source of happiness, I can't deny that being in a relationship had been a source of great comfort when things were good. Blythe wants to be happy and the key to his happiness won't even go in the door. George was infuriatingly reticent, giving me whiplash with how he blew hot and cold. But his state of being was understandable. There are times he showed up rather conveniently and I felt cheated but then I remembered this book suffers from the limitations of genre. If it had been a full on espionage thriller, I'd have gotten more escapades, more sleuthing, more spying. But its an amuse bouche of a bildungsroman set in Paris, Rome, London. I docked a star because while I did love the whole book, I read it a few years ago and didn't remember much (I'm turning 310 in 10 days, my memory is half what it ever was), I was disappointed by the "grand gesture" where the couple comes to be. This being an mm romance means that the two main love interests have to end up together, unless it's a series. For all the yearning I experienced, I expected some catharsis with a run to the train or a confession in the rain. It ended in Lanyon fashion where they say something that seems open-ended but it's clear they'll be together. But in this one it wasn't open-ended as much as truncated. Did Lanyon run out of ink on her typewriter? I don't know. But I do hope I get to go on another adventure with Blythe, Jefferson. PS. This book would be great for fans of Less. ...more |
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Yes, yes, I read a Christmas story in the middle of the year. Bring your shackles and prods and take me to hell. I reread this over the weekend becaus
Yes, yes, I read a Christmas story in the middle of the year. Bring your shackles and prods and take me to hell. I reread this over the weekend because I was trying to stave off anxiety. The anxiety stalemated the battle and I think I will win the war. Hopefully. This book is about James, a young man recently down on his luck being sent off to acquire an unreleased Dickens, The Christmas Cake, from a seller to whom he must remain anonymous. James would so love to tell Mr Stephanopoulos to go shove his entire being up his ass but he has few choices these days. He was recently involved in a conspiracy that led to the death of a forger. Unfortunately, James' reputation preceded him and his well-earned arrogance has led him to an ill-deserved fate. When he meets the owner of The Christmas Cake, Sedgwick Crisparkle, James has the oddest evening of his life. One involving an ocelot, two arguments, great sex, and a cocktail the colour of stardusted sky. This book is an ode to book collectors. When I first read it, years ago, I had no appreciation for rare books (I now follow perhaps 10 rare books bookstores on Instagram) and I didn't have a curated book collection (We're at 300 and counting). The book has a signature Lanyon flare where we have angst because James is catching feelings for Sedgwick, alarmingly fast. But James is hiding the fact that it's Mr Stephanopoulos who wants the book. When James hits rock bottom, again, he's selling mindless books to last minute book shoppers, working at the cashier at Barnes and Noble after rubbing shoulders with people who'd view first folios of Emily Dickinson and handling handwritten letters of James Joyce. We are on the edge of our seats waiting to see if Sedwick will figure out about Mr S. James takes it upon himself to inflate the amount Sedgwick could get for the book, a misguided attempt to get Sedgwick more money. Does it all come crashing down or will he miraculously get away with it all? Like snowfall in Los Angeles. This book is charming, heartwarming, delightful and beautiful. It still has a Lanyonism I am beginning to resent where prequel worthy events are explained rather than getting a full flashback or even a full on novella. But still I love it. And the monster that is my anxiety is hibernating, like a bear. ...more |
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Page of death: 82/282 There comes a time in every reader's life where they have to contend with the fact that along the way, they somehow developed a t Page of death: 82/282 There comes a time in every reader's life where they have to contend with the fact that along the way, they somehow developed a taste. Oscar Wilde said, It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it. I picked this up for an online book club I occasionally participate in so I can safely say that it was something I "had" to read. Our moderator isn't one to insist on participation so it's left to the discretion of the members to join discussions. Ilona Andrews is an author duo that has come up in many a recommendations list. They're praised for their portrayal of female characters that don't fall to stereotypes or extremes to get the story done. As someone who likes to read eclectically (I'm a literary late bloomer and want to "catch up" on everything I missed out on when I was still young), I realised I owe it to myself to read an adult urban fantasy that is less misogynistic than Jim Butcher, more accessible than Anne Rice and less convoluted than Fringe. I thought I was in for a good time when I picked this up. I was mistaken. The first time I realised I would have a hard time enjoying this was when the male lead was introduced as Mad, Mad Rogan. Connor "Mad" Rogan is a mass murderer. I'm quaking in my boots. The prologue establishes a premise that thinks it's interesting. Kelly and Tom, nobodies in the grand scheme of things, have to go to On the other side of the coin we have Nevada. The first person narrator that I just had a rough time getting along with. The problem with using first person for a story like this is that it requires a lot of exposition. As a reader, I'm an outsider to this version of Houston that has pyrokinetics, telekinetics, aquakinetics (benders, those are benders) animal mages, tech mages, and all sorts of individuals with random ass powers. Nevada will stop a scene dead cold to exposit something which she already knows. So she's having an internal monologue about where she lives, daily. Where she works, all the time. People she's known, all her life. She'll have these monologues where she describes everything as though it's the first time she's seeing them. It breaks immersion. And speaks to a lack of technical skill. But the Andrews duo have been writing for decades so I have to just assume it's laziness. [image] Blue Eyes (Portrait of Madame Jeanne Hébuterne) 1917 by Amedeo Modigliani Another thing that got to me is the eyes. I can only assume that the Andrewses were listening to The Who's Behind Blue Eyes on a loop for the number of times Nevada could pathologize someone by looking behind their blue eyes. His blue eyes were so sad, almost mournful and filled with power.These are all from different pages. Are The Who sure nobody knows what it's like behind blue eyes? Not even Toni Morrison had this much dedication to blue eyes when she wrote The Bluest Eye. It also astonishes me that Nevada couldn't look into their sky eyes and figure out how to manipulate them into doing what she needed. She's been forcefully conscripted to get Adam to surrender to his family because... reasons. I just didn't feel the urgency, or the need to care. I don't care if Adam is being framed or is actually guilty. I don't care if Connor got his first cousin once removed arrested and processed according to the law. I don't care if Connor harms Nevada, who was surprisingly boring. For a main character she's level headed, a fact she never fails to remind the audience because there's just no way I'd ever infer for myself that she is actually sensible. It has to be browbeaten with more overcompensatory monologuing and almost pithy dialogue. Nevada does the right thing, the smart thing but it makes for a milquetoast adventure. I like main characters who take risks or are trouble magnets. Risk takers drive the plot by going for big swings and making splashes. If they're charismatic you root for them, Locke Lamora or Jack Sparrow or Evy from The Mummy. If they're negatively charming, you root for their downfall or for them to face consequences, Locke Lamora, Black Leopard. Trouble magnets are like reluctant chosen ones. They do the right thing or are forced to go on the adventure because they have to. Think of Spencer from Jumanji or Sam Vines from Discworld. Nevada does the sensible thing, avoids trouble and goes to sleep. Then circumstances happen around her. She's reactive, not proactive. She's not the vehicle of her own story. She doesn't lack agency, she just doesn't use it and I find her dull. This is a book that I read at an unfortunate time in my life, where I've already been exposed to better done stories, more compelling characters, interesting narrators etc. If I'd read this in college, I may have enjoyed it a lot more. It's just not my taste or standard—a clear case of it's you, not me. I don't find myself with a burn for the next 200 pages or the sequels. ...more |
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Archie and Eli were sweet. Their arcs were low-angst, low-steam. The problem with being a high strung reader is that I expect the obliviously in love
Archie and Eli were sweet. Their arcs were low-angst, low-steam. The problem with being a high strung reader is that I expect the obliviously in love trope to have some angst, yearning. This book is not that and so I can't low rate it for something it was never trying to be. My aversion to contemporary romance continues.
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| love is a tangible thing. It is palpable. You can hold it in your hands. You can see it in the air. You can breathe it in and hold it and push love is a tangible thing. It is palpable. You can hold it in your hands. You can see it in the air. You can breathe it in and hold it and push that shit right back out of your lungs. When it dissolves, you might not see it, but that won’t mean it wasn’t there. Because you were.EDIT: Congratulations to Washington for winning the Lambda award for best gay fiction. This is a book that leaves me befuddled. I want to love it but it doesn't seem to care if I do. It's a story that straddles the line between tender and tragic, like a bruise. Family Meal struggles to follow in the footsteps of its predecessor, Memorial, one of my favourite books of all time. Unlike Memorial with a clear vision, Family Meal is like an abstract mosaic. It requires the reader to distance themselves further and further until they get a clear picture. But this story doesn't get clearer, it gets austere. [image] Fine Art America We start with Cam, a young man who has recently experienced a great tragedy. One which is drip-fed until its details are suddenly revealed. Cam is haunted, literally. He was having drug-induced conversations with the ghosts of loved ones past. He is lonely, tortured. Afraid of healing. His was my favorite narrative in the entire book. I had hoped the whole book would be about him. In one of his conversations, he's told, Easier to spend time dwelling on death than it is to live, says Kai. Cam is taking chicanes to avoid processing his loss. He's focusing on everything wrong with the ether. He does struggle with how to approach his issues. I think about telling Minh what’s been going on, with __ and the dreams and the drugs and the fucking and how everything feels like it’s smothering me at once, like I’m fucking suffocating from the weight of myself.Cam felt like every time I've ever failed to pick up the phone and utter the most difficult word of them all, "help". Cam was also the best part of this book. In his article about ghost stories and queerness , Nell Stevens says, "To read is always to experience a haunting, to be alone while in the company of another consciousness, to receive messages from a person who isn’t there." Cam experiences this physically. He's lost in the miasma of melancholia. He sought drugs not to weaken the strength of his feelings but to keep feeling lost. At one point, I keep going until the night swallows me whole because it’s something to fucking do. In him, I saw my pain, my despair. Some self-made, some circumstantive. And I would have liked to spend more time with someone so... relatable. But there were other stories to be explored. Kai, the effervescent translator who refused to be tied down by roots, and TJ, the baker who seems unmoored. Kai is a Black translator, a role I've never read about before but would love to see more of. If you’re Black and you’re a translator then people look at you funny. They get this fold right over their nose. You can’t see it unless you’re looking for it. But if you’re looking for it, you can’t unsee it.For him, the most important thing was connection. A right to explore, expand. And his mother and sister struggled with his need to fly away. My family taught me the difference between acceptance, allowance, and understanding. Also: just being. Sometimes they overlap. Usually, they don’t.Eventually, Kai had to set sail, which his sister resented him for. In this way, she was a translator, too. We misread each other. Finally, we spend time with TJ. A baker who is HIV+ and wondering where his place in life is. He's involved with a closeted man who treats him like an accessory. Worse, an appendage. Something vestigial and hidden. But TJ can't help himself and he can't explain why. He is Cam's oldest friend and their friendship is one that is push-push. Cam pushes TJ away and TJ lets him. Some people set the key of their lives inside you and simply turn. TJ's existentialism is almost relatable. His story isn't as tragic as Cam's, dare I say, not as entertaining. Tolstoy said , "lying in the soul of every man from the foolish child to the wisest elder: it was a question without an answer to which one cannot live, as I had found by experience. It was: “What will come of what I am doing today or shall do tomorrow? What will come of my whole life?” Differently expressed, the question is: “Why should I live, why wish for anything, or do anything?” It can also be expressed thus: “Is there any meaning in my life that the inevitable death awaiting me does not destroy?”" It's a good thing that TJ is a baker, because one of the cures to this is epicureanism, at least according to Tolstoy. TJ is also dealing with loss, ambiguous and empirical. When Cam went through his tragedy, he left TJ. Refused to look for him, reach for him. TJ was heartbroken and when Cam returns in his life, they struggle to regain their footing. They were dance partners. Cam went off beat then left the floor. TJ doesn't care to tangle any more. He is struggling with identity. I didn’t want to explain or justify. I didn’t want to be accepted or tolerated. I wanted to just be. He doesn't want to hurt others. There’s no way not to hurt anyone, says Emi. Even if you really try. You’ll only end up burning yourself. He remains existential Isn’t living a terminal condition? Ultimately, this book is about the healing power of shared meals. It's about how friendships, relationships, complex human connections are essential to other peoples' well-being. As I observed in my review of The Memory Police , you can measure your impact on the impressions you leave on others. The negative space created by your memory. Family Meal asks you to consider the roles that other people play in your life. With every single person we touch, we’re leaving parts of ourselves.All the philosophers, such as the seminal Chris Cornell, said to be yourself is all that you can do. And you can only live for yourself, your goals, your dreams, your plans. In my culture, we originally lived in homesteads and communes. We existed for each other. Everyone contributed to the well-being of the homestead through their role, regardless of age and gender. Capitalism has erased this symbiosis and narrowed us to cogs working tirelessly to fill the coffers of greedy leaders and business owners in exchange for housing, healthcare and survival. The things that give us joy are stolen moments. Stopping to smell the roses is radical. Family Meal takes this message, turns it inside out and tells you maybe you should live for others. I struggled with my rating for this book. But the more I think about it, the more I love it. Sometimes the best we can do is live for each other, she says. It’s enough. Even if it seems like it isn’t. Ultimately, It takes all of these people to make one person’s life okay. One person can’t do it for you by themselves.Washington also says it in his interview with Shondaland , " Capacity is a really interesting way of thinking about it because one of the components that was really important to me was taking each of these characters and seeing what care looked like for them, which is to say: What forms of care do they need? What forms of care can they provide? And how would they change themselves and their senses of care to take care of those around them? Whether it’s a friend, a romantic partner, someone in between, whether it’s family. One of the questions that felt central to me in regards to care was the role that it can play in friendship, and the ways in which that care can change over the years inside of a friendship." Have you cared to make someone ok today? ...more |
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Madelein L'Engle said, "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it fo
Madelein L'Engle said, "You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children." If Rebbeca Kuang saw this quote, she must have mixed it up because she wrote this book as though it's meant for children who want to graduate to adult fiction. Yellowface is an unsubtle, hammer-to-the-forehead quasi-treatise about the dangers of White Women. Those villainised hacks who never see how what they're doing is wrong. They're Karens, but they voted for Biden. No really, June Hayward says she is a Democrat, and liberal, and voted for Biden multiple times within the book. Hayward a mediocre author who is friends (and we're not really convinced why) with a Chinese American literary star Athena Liu who dies suddenly after a pancake goes down the wrong hole, and Hayward is too inept to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre. After this, Hayward steals Liu's manuscript about Chinese laborers forcefully conscripted by the French during World War 1. The caucasity is unsurprising, trite, and racist covering all the beats we experienced every time we covered Discourse about films like The Blindside, Hidden Figures Greenbook, and books like The Help, or American Dirt. This book is not funny, it's not particularly well-written, with a literal typo in the first few pages The editor who did got fired,. The narrative is repetitive and disjointed, like puzzle pieces forced together from different boxes. There were scenes where June's narration is simply exhausting. I have to remind Athena this every single time. She has a goldfish’s memory when it comes to my problems—it takes two or three repetitions for anything to stick. First of all, Rebecca, goldfish don't have short memories. Some can keep them for years. Secondly, you already said this multiple times. We aren't "goldfish", we aren't sieves. We don't need incessant spoonfeeding about something you already said. In the opening stints, June mentions how her debut was left to languish by her editor at the pathetic imprint that was the only one that gave her a chance. It didn't need to be repeated. It also speaks to a certain lack of, perhaps, awareness by Rebecca about how publishing classifies books. When they acquire a manuscript, the books are then delineated, and different budgets are assigned to the books based on what they think will be most profitable. In the current environment, poorly written horny romantasy, AI and climate change scare stories, American POC history and struggle porn, badly written romance, and whatever book Booktok bestows its benevolent virality are the ones most likely to get publishing buzz. Majority of the authors are very white, very North American, or very British. June's lack of awareness of how publishing works spoke more to Rebecca's ignorance or laziness. And ultimately, her scapegoating of publishing "wanting diverse stories" rings hollow. Maybe this story would have been better if June had whitewashed a literary navel-gazing story about vulnerability and identity. Beyond the amateurish prose that suffered from sudden bursts of Thesaurus-itis, for example, on Pg. 6 Rebecca writes, It’s so fucking arbitrary. Or perhaps not arbitrary, but it hinges on factors that have nothing to do with the strength of one’s prose. then on Pg. 102 Can't we all get behind decrying antimiscegenation? June also says Athena's prose is repetitive while her monologues feel like a scratched CD. One could argue that Rebecca is trying to show how June is unaware of her lack of talent but you can't help but wonder if she is just a serviceable writer. The book takes pains to be accessible for mass audiences. Rebecca also wants to explain every little detail such as ARCs and sensitivity readers-jargon everyone who is involved in The Community would know. June even goes on a diatribe when discussing a potential movie deal and says, Accessibility matters. and when undressing the stolen manuscript that's "difficult" to read, she says, It’s distracting from the central narrative. Reading should be an enjoyable experience, not a chore. Is this satire or Rebecca explaining why the prose is so bland and repetitive. My suspension of disbelief was unwilling and abused by how ridiculous some of the events in publishing happen. When June mentions the Goodreads Choice Awards more times than more prestigious ones, I couldn't help but wonder if Rebecca doesn't understand literary Oscars season or if she was trying to pander to Goodreads Choice Awards voters (this book will definitely be listed under Best Fiction). The GCAs are a popularity contest. Rarely do people read all the books listed, they only vote for what they loved. Additionally, no discerning reader who wants a book about Chinese labourers in WW1 would give a fuck about GCAs. Or is this a 4D chess Trojan horse where readers are actually being unwittingly tested as a focus group? Some people will prefer a female friendship story where race dynamics are explored (The Hate U Give), or perhaps they will want a thriller involving authors and books (Too Close To Home by Linwood Barclay), a meta narrative about who gets to tell a story (Bad Art Friend), a serial plagiariser (look up Jumi Bello), or Asian American nonfiction (Minor Feelings) and Rebecca can pick her next project. Maybe Rebecca is staging herself as the host of the round table to discuss whether authors should interact with reviews. But as we saw with Lauren Hough, the answer is still no. There was also a glaring pattern where June kept pointing out Athena's flaws. How she was once the actual bad art friend, how Twitter Hot Take enthusiasts called her a race traitor. But we never get to delve into that because June believes no one is that deep into Chinese history or politics. Great job, Rebecca. You have shut down your critics for the lack of nuance in Asian history and characters in Babel. Athena is so offensively superficially written that I almost wished we had gotten her point of view, as a villain who wants to step on all faces to the top of the literary throne. The few snippets we get of her prose show she's a much better writer than June and her narration would have been more palatable than June's weapons of mass boredom. There's a certain Discourse we're supposed to have from this book about Bad White Women, and how publishing serves to silence writers of colour. We also have to discuss who gets to tell certain stories. The problem is, we have spoken about this ad nauseum. So who is this book for? Outsiders who would like to know how it works? Adults who wanted a meta vivisection of this insular world but with Dark Themes? Rebecca doesn't know. She says it's a thriller examining the idiosyncracies of publishing. It's not thrilling. And it has a myopic view of how publishing works. About good intentions that went poorly when June always set out to usurp Athena's work from the jump? It's not satire. It's a reverse Künstlerroman. Why is it necessary? The book doesn't tell you because it ends like a flaccid plateau. Not only is it boring, but it's just a meme of a clueless White Woman. ...more |
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First of all, the author should have called this The Book of Rain. He himself says so flippantly at some point. I picked this up impulsively because I
First of all, the author should have called this The Book of Rain. He himself says so flippantly at some point. I picked this up impulsively because I remember fairly enjoying the first book, and I never really continued the series. Is this a newfound compunction to finish every series I ever started? No. It's a desperate attempt to get out of a reading slump. My soul is severely dehydrated of whatever juice souls run on. But like any other bibliophile, the written word serves to restore me. [image] This book picks up where the first one ended. Rain and Danny have finally confessed their undying love for each other. They are now working together in a Cold Case unit that utilises Rain's uncanny ability to speak to the dead. It reminded me of a joke. I spoke to a medium once, she told me she only comes extra large. I'll see myself out. Rain's commune with the dead is also on the fritz. More ghosts with unresolved business are manifesting and what's worse, the apparitions are becoming corporeal. Serving as industrial-grade nightmare fuel and the cause of Rain's perennial dark eyes and chronic fatigue. It's unclear why ghosts can solidify around him. But Rain avoids finding answers. The greater mystery is about a man, Mason, who doesn't know where he was killed. Neither is he aware of the identity of his murderer. Through the power of sheer deductive will and highly convenient plot armour, he figures out where Mason's remains are. As this mystery unfolds, it's occasionally punctuated by Rain's lacklustre attempts to get his medium powers in control. The only reason why he ever agrees to see gurus is because Danny bribes him with sex. One such outing ended with his guru in the back of a police vehicle. A subplot that would have been a delightful interlude to witness unfold but this author's commitment to skipping the good parts made me want to scream. Once more, a mystery novel forgets that the best part of the mystery is slowly unraveling the killer. The detective or the sleuth connecting the dots to create a picture-perfect murderer. In this case, Rain coincidentally figured out who the killer was. In the first book, he, well, joined the dots and got himself in a heap of trouble. This book lacks the same gravitas as the first. Perhaps because in the first book, Rain was trying to save his job and rekindle his relationship with Danny. In the first book, he's reassigned to Nowheresville to help trace a missing girl after contacting a victim's family, whose ghost had urgently requested a message be sent. We, as readers, were worried for his career, his relationship. But those were resolved neatly and tied with a cute little ghost-printed bow. Boo, you happy ending. The second book doesn't quite carry the same weight as the first. We're here to enjoy Rain, and Danny test the waters of a part deux relationship. It's boring. Rain is under fire from his boss who thinks the police department doesn't need a cold case unit that costs the PD so much money and goodwill. I don't care. Mason may have been the victim of a serial killer, and the other victims can physically hurt Rain. Yes! That's what I'm talking about! Rain's mother wants to run interference with his guru search... kill me. It also serves as filler for the third book, which seems to have the most wonderful premise. Rain may have to consult with a serial killer up for execution, but he refuses to reveal anything about his victims. Except, to Rain. A good book would have ended there. But this book just had to remind you that where there is murder, human happiness will shit all over it. 3.5 stars. ...more |
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| Leave nothing left unsaid.This isn’t something that bears repeating. We all know that we’re supposed to be appreciative of those we love. Leave nothing left unsaid.This isn’t something that bears repeating. We all know that we’re supposed to be appreciative of those we love. However, most literature—that which I’ve read—appreciates more that which is already gone. As the cliche goes, you never miss the water until the well dries. [image] The Gulf Stream by Winslow Homer This book starts and ends with death. In the beginning, there were six friends: Alec, Marielle, Naomi, Craig, and the Jordans-Jordy Tosic and Jordan Vargas. Alec suddenly dies while the six are in university at UC Berkeley. With the sudden loss, Marielle comes up with the brilliant idea to form a pact. Before that, like most young people, they had all thought they would live forever.To celebrate each others’ funerals while they were still alive. Alec was a beacon for them, a focal point. He was the most dynamic of them all. And they were surprised by his funeral. Alec was built to last.At first, they find this idea brilliant. With the folly of youth and optimism, they don’t really think any of them will invoke the pact. Which was reserved for major life events. It’s up to each of us to choose wisely when life gets really hard. We agree right now to assemble when one of us calls, no questions asked. We say nice things about you and remind you that you are loved. That’s it. Everyone goes once, and once everyone has gone, the pact is done. There’s no more obligation. In the end, another one of the core members truly dies. And in their obituary, they ask, that people honor their partner by telling a loved one the positive impact they’ve had on your life so that they are never left to guess. They promise you’ll be glad you did. After a session of an embarrassing amount of tears, I couldn’t help but think of all the people who’ve had a positive impact on me. They are myriad. Whether it’s talking me down from an anxiety attack, laughing with my foolishness, holding my hand through fright. My favourite loved ones have ridden through hell with me and they’re still spectating my gladiator run through my tribulations. One stands out and I can’t help but smile when I think of how she could potentially be my platonic soul mate. This book primarily follows the Jordans and their present day is punctuated by the funerals of the other friends. Marielle invokes the pact first after a divorce. I found it unremarkable. And tiring. A feminist who forgot her roots and let herself get ensnared in the oversold importance of the nuclear family. Marielle’s life was comical to witness. Once described by her friends as the brightest in the group who even landed a job in DC, she made the mistake made by plenty of women. Marriage. Lucida Krementz from The French Dispatch said, I prefer relationships that end. I deliberately choose to have neither husband nor children. The two greatest deterrents to any woman’s attempt to live by and for writing. Marielle wasn't a writer. She was an aspiring thought-leader, with purpose and ambition. Then somehow, motherhood and wifedom robbed her of that. She could have "had it all" but unlike Adele, she didn't have the chops to roll it in the deep. As I was reading their stories, I was sharing unsolicited reactions to the said soul mate. Sharing unmoored thoughts that she had no idea how to respond to. But I didn’t worry, she listens to everything I have to say with equal import. It’s even better because she has a memory like a sieve. I can abuse the power of novelty and share recycled thoughts and she’s excited to hear them anew. This doesn’t happen as often as I’d like to brag because it occurs to her mid-conversation that she’s having deja whew. “Didn’t we talk about this like last week?” she asks triumphantly. Yes. Yes, we did. But still, she listens. The second celebrant was Naomi. The most annoying member of the group. Naomi thought she was sarcastic and brusque. I am sarcastic and brusque. She thought she was Chandler Bing or April Ludgate. She was more like Rory Gilmore. She suffered a kind of delayed development and would stupidly get upset if one of her friends discovered something popular before her. If someone made a leap before her. I had mixed feelings about her but after the plane scene, I think she may be my second most hated character this year (after Sogolon). After her trauma, she invokes the pact. The Jordans book them all a trip to Mexico where the music industry exec can explore her grief. Naomi’s lack of forethought and sporadic consideration for their friends ends up putting one of them in grave jeopardy. One thing I appreciate about Rowley is that he gives Naomi as much page time as every character. Her debatable likeability didn’t cost her her character development. As much as this book could give them. Next was Craig, whose funeral I was looking forward to the most. Art fraud? New York? Paintings worth millions of dollars or duds? Count me in. Unfortunately, my high expectations perfectly set me up for the disappointment of just how boring his “event” was. The friends do experience great character development but even we don’t get to explore it as fully as I’d have preferred. Jordy is revealed to have kept a secret that may have explained Alec's sudden death. One they have trouble coming to terms with, decades on. Did Alec die by suicide, or was it accidental? Was Alec worried about living in a future tied to a desk when he so preferred the thrill of chemical stimulation? They never made peace with the death. Marielle, the most because she was "secretly" in love with him. But we never really delve deep into these interpersonal relationships. The story never lingers long enough to let your feelings percolate. It suffered from a severe case of overcrowding. As the Jordans took over the narrative in between the friends’ funerals, my thoughts about this book were vomited all over my friend’s inbox. If I could reach her, she would see what I had to say. In between complaints about my slump, my life, my uncooperative gut microbiota, my absent mental health, these friends, and this story… my friend still found space to make me laugh, think, love. She had her fair share of complaints–the lion’s share (though she will dispute this)–updates, observations, comments, and frustrations. In between the spaces of the words, the friendship flows. There is no blank space. It’s all filled with attention. This book left me with some thoughts. But I would be forgiven for thinking the profundity was accidental. When Craig was facing a brief future behind bars, he found out about other people serving time and said It was also comforting knowing there were far worse delinquents than him.It reminded me of a happenstance where I saw someone get called out for being a treasonous pilfering business partner and I couldn’t help but embrace the relief that even at my worst, I’m no malefactor. This friend group is not solid. Like a non-Newtonian fluid. It’s fragile but can also withstand great pressure. These friends aren’t as aspirational as all other famous fictional friend groups. It’s flawed, organically so. And unlike a diamond in the rough, no buffing could help it become a shiny bauble. On this very rare occasion, I wished the book had focused on the primary couple, the Jordans, and made the friends the side characters they were meant to be. Francis Bacon said, a principal fruit of friendship is the ease and discharge of the fulness and swellings of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce. These friends drop everything to show up whenever the rest of them need to be celebrated. Whenever one of them felt they’d hit emotional rock bottom, they showed up. That’s why friendships can survive decade-long silent droughts and resume stormy conversations as though nothing ever changed. I have experienced what I thought was true love at the hands of a manipulative, chicanerous, mendacious waste of meat. But having lived through an approximation of true love, I can honestly say that I would drop everything to celebrate my friend’s life as she is living. But I know she doesn’t need me to. (I can’t anyway, we’re unbound by geography). If there’s one thing I would tell her from this book, in the event of our deaths or I end up absorbed by an isolationist cat-worshipping cult, Everyone was on the same ticking clock. They might fool themselves into thinking that more time affords them opportunities to do more things, that the future is open-ended. But the world is simply too big. We weren’t meant to see everything, we weren’t built to do everything, we aren’t capable of knowing everything. At a certain point, peace has to be found with the choices we’ve made.Becoming your friend, dear, is one of the greatest choices I ever made. If I never accomplish much else, I’ll be glad I did that. ...more |
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| It's not a trap if you know it's a trap.Isn't it? I highly recommend that everyone goes into this book without reading the blurb. Therefo It's not a trap if you know it's a trap.Isn't it? I highly recommend that everyone goes into this book without reading the blurb. Therefore my review will be solely about vibes and impressions and our main character, Zachariah. [image] It's been a while since I finished a book in one sitting. I think the last time I did was probably 2018. But so compelling was this mystery that I had to stare at my work computer and my e-book and decided to focus on Zachariah's problems instead of mine. Zachariah is a newly minted private investigator who inherited his father's investigative firm to the objections of everyone. But for Zach, this feels like what the heart wants. And when you feel your heart burning and yearning, you should probably take some antacids and once you've ensured you're not suffering from reflux but conviction, move on with your plans. The story kicks off with Zach receiving an eccentric job that leads him on a wild goose chase around his state. Car chases, break ins and bush tumbles ensue. And the cat, Mr Bigglesworth steals the show every time he's on page. Zach is running the business with his sister Brooke who is a vivacious gen Z completely alien to Zach's oblivious and sweet heart, Brooke was an inveterate People magazine reader. She also claimed to be Army, whatever the hell that was, and seemed to communicate with her comrades almost solely through hashtags and gifs. Which was just one reason why Zach was secretly dubious about Pop's plans for her to become a human-resources manager. He wasn't convinced she was entirely human. Surely somewhere in outer space an alien civilization was scouring the volcanic plans for one of their Army?Josh can still make me bust a lung. One thing I really really loved about this book is that it harkened back to the old detective stories where sleuthing was the name of the game. There are also Lanyonisms like eccentric neighbours, emotional angst, comedic hijinks and a final showdown that took place over multiple pages... Everything I had hoped for. This book is a great puzzle for one. I had the murderer pegged wrong until Zach and his sleuthing partners figured it out. If you heed one thing, please go into this book completely unaware. This book was provided to me by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review. ...more |
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I haven't read a romance novel in a while that didn't make me want to gag, choke and do bloody murder on whoever invented the idea of love. But since
I haven't read a romance novel in a while that didn't make me want to gag, choke and do bloody murder on whoever invented the idea of love. But since coming to terms with a lot of my issues, some of the joy I used to find in characters finding romantic happiness has returned to me. This book is about Skylar, a criminology professor who also moonlights as a true crime podcaster. His pocasting career has mostly focused on the disappearance of Deirdre who went missing in 2004 after crashing her car then was never heard from again. Skylar decides to attend a vigil for Deirdre, held at the small town, Woodlark, New Hamsphire (that's what NH stands for, right?). But what's even more disturbing about Sky's visit is that he's been receiving credible death threats, and one particularly ominous email with the subject line reading, 44.1644° North. Could this be Deirdre's final resting place? [image] Sky has his theories about what happened to Deirdre but some of his podcasting peers don't agree with most of them. Even a celebrated, according to himself, Peter Weber who wore a fedora hat that was too big for his allegedly big head. Weber had all sorts of theories about what happened to Deirdre, some more cuckoo than the rest. He's in a bit of an envy streak when he finds out that Pat, Deirdre's father, was willing to give Sky an interview when he was denied multiple times. The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch in thinking he'd get an interview when he'd once wrongfully accused Pat of sexually assaulting his daughter. Other podcasters aren't pleased to see Sky around but he's not really sure why. At one point he is even stalked outside a bar, on his first night since his arrival. The book has two mysteries playing in tandem. A nice little tango and our partner in dance is FBI BAU analyst Rory, who also works with Jason (from The Mermaid Murders). Rory was sent to bumfuck, Snow Everywhere because of the threats Sky had shared and when I say they are cute. I absolutely mean it. On their first friendly interaction, Sky's drink has been spiked by his unknown fan. Sky wanders out to get to his room then gets turned around in the woods. ...I couldn't remember which of the dark cabins was supposed to be mine. They all looked alike when they were asleep. Which started me laughing so hard, I had to grab the nearest tree to stay upright.It was Rory to the rescue. By that point, Sky had yet to learn Rory's name and my god this was adorable, attempted drugging notwithstanding. "My name is Rory Torr," he said crisply, "Special Agent Rory Torr to you."This book has me believing in meet cutes again. Rory and Sky combine forces to uncover more details about Deirdre's disappearance and who would want to hurt Sky. But as the pages left kept dwindling, I was hit with a pang that this was a novella. None of my favourite parts of mysteries made lasting cameos such as interviewing the suspects, canvassing for witnesses, exploring the scene of the crime, gathering all the involved people in a room to unfold the detective's findings and finally point to the murderer. Aha! But this is no Poirot caper. And that's not a bad thing. Rory does connect the dots by the end of the book and there is enough action to make me pause. The resolution may not be the most satisfying to readers but I still felt abject relief when it ended. This book was extremely lovely, something that reminded the cold dead cockles of my heart that it still beats. This arc was provided in exchange for an honest review. ...more |
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| I tell you true and I tell you wise. Is three years ago a child was taken, a boy.The plan was simple. Tracker worked with his long-time c I tell you true and I tell you wise. Is three years ago a child was taken, a boy.The plan was simple. Tracker worked with his long-time companion Leopard, and a company of others--including a river witch, Bunshi, a moon witch, Sogolon, and a skin changer, Nyka. This fellowship was tasked with finding this boy, who may be the key to undoing the curse plaguing the lands in the North and forestalling a war with the South. But when the book starts, the boy is dead. Tracker has since been captured by an Inquisitor working for the sister king of the North, and baby mama of a Southern prince, Lissisolo. She is the mother of the child. She wants answers. She wants vengeance. She wants justice. Demands that permeate the stories of all the main players in this story. This book was marketed as the African answer to Game of Thrones. At first, I figured this to be a disservice but after reading the book I understand the comparison. Frankly, I find it reductive that this book is compared to a straitlaced political fantasy limited to the machinations of its major players and low magic. Marlon James' Black Leopard Red Wolf is so much more. It is a political drama with major players who try to drive destiny at major cost, designing their own failure by betraying their best allies for "the greater good". Sogolon learns this painfully when she subjects Tracker to inhumane torture and tells him, Fasisi is bigger than you. It's also a well-realised world with distinct districts with their own customs and practices. When we were in Dolingo, the queen stood out. A villain who had technology far more sinister than magic. She ran her people with the apparition of an iron fist, "...And why would I, the wisest of queens, not speak that savage North tongue --especially when I constantly have to deal with savages? A child could learn it in a day... Why does my court not ooh and ahh?"It felt like a Tolkienesque world with far more threats than wonder. This was a world out to kill you. Tracker, our lone narrator throughout the whole book, is one to make enemies everywhere he goes. When he first meets Leopard, the cat man tells him, You could have a family of one and still drive them apart.Some of his direct enemies are the many witches that punctuate this story. Mossi, his love and lover, later tells him, ...Perhaps you hate none, not even your mother. But tell me I lie when I say you always expected the worst of Sogolon. And every other woman you have met.And yet he still harbours a grudging appreciation for Sangoma, a witch who blessed him, and prevented metallic threats, poisons and curses from afflicting him. He had a languishing forgiveness for his mother who faced abuse and in turn, let him endure the same paternal abuse. His beloved adopted children, many of them girls, owned him body and soul. While no one has a singularly good time in this book, I did appreciate that instead of turning the women into damsels or helpless victims, they were frequently able enemies. And in this book, death is an equal opportunity occurrence. This story can be difficult to follow for those not willing to do the work. Tracker is telling a story within a story within a story. He is explaining all this to the Inquisitor while trapped in a prison, having lost everything. The dramatic irony lent a sense of urgency and dread. We fall in love with the friends Tracker makes along the way like the delightful Eastern prefect, Mossi. His greatest ally, the Black Leopard. The former murderer and gentle not-giant, Sadogo. We also meet his enemies and people who will become enemies, the mind-controlling god butcher, the Aesi, the man-eating monster Sasabosam, the white scientist who went too far and turned into an arachnoid man-eater, Kamikwayo, whom Tracker could only escape with a Scheherazade-approved method of self-preservation. Each character is so distinct and pronounced, at no point do you mistake one for another or feel like they're superfluous. Another thing I absolutely loved was the language. In African folkloric storytelling, we use very straightforward language. In this book, because Tracker harkens back to the traditional hero, he speaks as though his English is direct translation of a mother tongue. I found myself laughing out loud a lot because many statements said were similar to how we spoke before we later perfected our diction. Tracker's narrative voice felt like an ancestral home, "My ears going tired from the sound of witches."This book explores multiple themes. I appreciated how James didn't care whether his reader was overwhelmed or not. Like a Shakespearean tragedy, he knew that those who stayed with the story would be rewarded for their patience. In this book we tackle sexism, religion, trauma, grief, abuse, war, politics, faith, slavery, revolution etc. Tracker is also a pragmatist. He comes off as a reliable narrator because he doesn't find it necessary to colour facts with his opinion, until he's asked of course. When a slave revolt happens in Dolingo, he's on the brink of having survived being tortured, Mossi sees the historical relevance of witnessing political rebellion. But Tracker knows the cost of revolution, Until the slaves see they would rather the bondage they know than the freedom they do not. But perhaps what I appreciated most was the cultural practices peppered in throughout the story. I could recognize African names. Sangoma means witch in Zulu. The houses made with cow dung... my grandmother still has a house like this, the Maasai make such and they're known as manyattas. Discussion about "cutting the woman out of a man" circumcision, a common transitional practice for young men. There is the question of whether intent negates impact. Does Tracker's loss matter less because Sogolon thought she was doing the right thing? Earlier in the book Lissisolo herself asks Sogolon about the point of bringing about this boy king, Fuck all lords. All these kings come from the womb of woman. What is to stop this man-child from doing just as all other man has done? Kill all men.Considering the destruction wrought by this boy, whether by his fault or not is debatable, his mother's doubt was magnificent foreshadowing. Marlon's African response to Game of Thrones is almost perfect. And it's not surprising to see why. In his 2019 New Yorker profile (the reason I decided to read this book), he reveals that he started writing by attempting a Jamaican version of Cinderella. This book borrows heavily from pre-colonial Africa, if you know little about that period then this book appears to be difficult and convoluted. I'm sorry (not really) you're not in Wakanda any more. The Dark Star trilogy is told in Rashomon style. The second book is from Sogolon's point of view. In a 2022 interview with Time, James says, "If we were talking about truth, we would have to go back to oral storytelling, and that's how far I went back with my research; there are things your eyes will skip that your ears won't. A lot of these old stories, particularly African stories, didn't come with a moral centre. It's a very Western thing to believe that the simple fact that you're telling a story means you have the authority to tell it." I hate Sogolon. I hate her with every fibre of my being. But I am willing to trust James to use this untrustworthy vessel to further carry his story. There's a certain witchcraft in James' storytelling. I cared for every outcome, every punctuation mark, every character. I wept after having gone weeks unable to feel much. This story reminded me of innate humanity. It's hallucinatory, encompassing, infectious, addictive. I tell you true and I tell you wise, I will never be same again. Bring on the moon witch. ...more |
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| The more fool's errands you go on, the more cases you solve.Once more we are back in Nihonbashi with my new favourite detective Kyoichiro The more fool's errands you go on, the more cases you solve.Once more we are back in Nihonbashi with my new favourite detective Kyoichiro Kaga. This time we are investigating the death of a man who was stabbed in one location but managed to walk, dagger in chest to a kirin statue at the famous Edobashi Bridge-Kilometre Zero. [image] Edobashi Bridge from Nippon We also get to dig a little deeper into Kaga's life. He's being pressured by his father's former nurse to organise a memorial for his father's death anniversary. Now, I can't be certain but I think that maybe this relationship is explored in the other books not yet translated to English because while the book does explain Kaga's reticence, it felt like being dropped in the middle of an episode. While at the dinner with the nurse, Kaga spots an elderly woman about to make a horrible mistake. He walks up to her, tall, handsome, gently demanding attention and asks her to make a confirmation before doing something a caller had asked her to do. When she does as Kaga recommended, he ends up saving her a great deal of grief. It allows us a glimpse into how Kaga's mind works. Tokiko, the nurse, even comments, "You've got a real nose for crime," to which Kaga responds, "It's what they call professional deformation—a condition for which, sadly, there is no cure."The French call it déformation professionnelle, where people look at the world with the point of view of expertise rather than a humane perspective. The detective's greatest curse, crime's worst nightmare. Thankfully, depending on who you ask, Kaga is rescued from the painful meeting with a call about the death. It's not a straightforward death though. The victim, Takeake Aoyagi, was found sans wallet. And a young man who had worked for his company and recently retrenched following a company conspiracy is found with Aoyagi's belongings. Could he be the killer? The police want it to be him but Kaga's gut tells him there's a lot more to the story. He refuses to settle for the simplest explanation. Occam's razor didn't fit the shoe. We also meet Kaga's cousin, another detective Matsumiya. He wasn't in Newcomer so I assume he joins the force in the books that haven't been translated yet. But he and Kaga bounce off each other delightfully. Often a time Matsumiya would think he's gotten a breakthrough and Kaga would just smile and affably show him that he already did the thing. We see Kaga from the view of other police officers, seeing how they react to him. Kaga has a distant relationship with his fellow detectives. Some of them respect his deductive reasoning but also resent it because his gut always leads them to more work. One other thing I really appreciated was an in-depth look at day-to-day Japanese culture. It's just such a privilege to get a glimpse to a way of life thousands of kilometres away from me without the dramatised filter of the Western gaze. Now more than ever it's important for readers to step outside of their bubbles and find a more global canon to better empathise with the world rather than constantly seeking relatability and representation. While these things are important and will always have their place in literature, there needs to be a much bigger investment in translated literature and Macmillan need to get off their asses and— Kaga does eventually join the dots, helping repair the relationship between some characters and their bereaved. Imperfect though they were, they needed more grace, more time to be listened to perhaps. There is a deeply disturbing tragedy within these pages that broke my heart and Kaga's work helps start a journey to reformation. Or at least, as much reformation that can be done with such damage having already been done. There is also commentary on Japan's societal worship of capitalism and how companies will take the most ridiculous shortcuts for a pointless bottom line. This book is rich, has heart, compelling characters and a mystery that kept me guessing. Find my review for Book 1 here Find my review for Book 2 here ...more |
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| a narrative becomes persuasive not through complexity but convictionThis book was listed in Barack's best of list. Roxane Gay praised it a narrative becomes persuasive not through complexity but convictionThis book was listed in Barack's best of list. Roxane Gay praised it as well. Or at least, she gave it 4 stars. These are people whose book lists and recommendations I vibe with so you can imagine my surprise when I found myself rather ambivalent about it. The story starts with our nameless protagonist. She is working as an interpreter for The Hague. She has recently moved the from New York and suddenly, she needed a change of pace following a tragedy, I had lived with my slow-moving grief for so long that I had ceased to notice itAs she navigates life in the Hague, she makes observations. Some astute. Some eye-opening. Some thought-provoking. For instance, there could be a lot of socio-cultural commentary on privilege, The three men were almost certainly immigrants, possibly Turkish and Surinamese. Meanwhile, their labor was necessitated by the heritage aesthetic of the city, not to mention the carelessness of a wealthy population that dropped its cigarette butts onto the pavement without a thought, when the designated receptacle was only a few feet away, I now saw that there were dozens of cigarette butts on the ground directly below the ashtrays. It was only an anecdote. But it was one example of how the city’s veneer of civility was constantly giving way, in places it was barely there at all.Our protagonist makes such marked notes of the city she now finds herself residing in. And she's an interloper. A wealthy drifter with no roots and no people. She has a kinda sorta boyfriend Adriaan. A kinda sorta bff Jana. Both feel like drifting apparitions who haunt the periphery of our protagonists's life. She made observations about relationships as well. As someone who just got out of a 10 year quasi-marriage, I was struck by the chords she hit which I didn't even know were playing. Even from the inside...what do you really know of your own marriage? One day you realize you are living with a stranger.When it became known that I was single, certain suitors made their admirations known. And I responded without the marked hostility or anxiety that previously plagued me. I was surprised by my own openness and entertaining the possibility of dating just for fun. Something which is alien to me. Primarily because I am a chronic loner and am about as approachable as a porcupine. But this recent liberty from the shackles of a relationship have my edges softer. My quills blurred. That's not say it's open season, I don't care for unwelcome attention. But I digress, the change in me wasn't even something I had bothered to articulate but again Captain Observer to the rescue, the prospect offered by a new relationship, the opportunity to be someone other than yourself.Remember our narrator works at the International Criminal Court. And when we start getting into the nitty gritty of her work does the story lose me. Not because of the subject matter, but because this story decided to pussyfoot. At its core this book wanted to be an intimate look into certain ways of life. But perhaps the author just couldn't be arsed to dive a little deeper. The book is so insistent on leaving our narrator pressed firmly against the display, seemingly against her own will. The best parts of the book happen outside her purview and the book can't even be arsed to give us a breakdown of these events secondhand. Some things also felt heavily artificial. And I couldn't help but compare it to other Observer Literature™️. See, ordinarily, or at least, what I have grown accustomed to is an Observer™️ who, while only participating in the fringes, eventually joins the story and a change happens. Character driven stories need to have character arcs. From the start of the story to the end, there has to be a satisfying change, regressive or progressive or stagnation borne of complacency or failure. Give me something goddammit. This book promised me a five course meal but I got a pixelated GIF of aperitifs. I am disappointed. But I loved the language and the first half of the book. I would have preferred to dive in more. Just have more... I would have preferred something a little more—intimate. 3.5 stars. ...more |
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It is no secret that I love New York. A result of a cliched siren's call all writers--or at least most of them--face every time they read about dreame
It is no secret that I love New York. A result of a cliched siren's call all writers--or at least most of them--face every time they read about dreamers of the unknown. As such, the idea of a novel this unique and bizarre that has decided to personalise a city sounds like something that someone with a bent like mine would profoundly appreciate. And boy, did I! [image] "Mecca" Jean Michel Basquiat This book picks up a while after the events of the first book, The City We Became. In that one, the New York Burroughs, manifested as different avatars come together to sublimate the power of New York Prime, a smart-mouthed street artist who calls himself Neek. Together with Manny (Manhattan), Veneza (New Jersey), Padmini (Queens), Bronca (The Bronx), and Brooklyn (eponymous), they have to find a way to fight the Great Big Evil, Ry'leh aka The Woman In White aka Squigglebitch. She comes from a dimension known as Ur. And their belief is that to ensure their survival, they have to destroy cities like New York. Ry'leh is a Lovecraftian construct and harkening to the creator of such monsters, relies on the worst of human instincts to strengthen her foothold in New York, like bigotry and fear of the unknown. She successfully does that in the first book by excising xenophobic little Aislyn (Staten Island). Aislyn believes that Ry'leh is her friend. Even when she was turning her people into mindless puppets, personality gentrification. Aislyn even complains that their new brand of milquetoast racism is too bland. She hates that she suddenly has "friends" she neither knows nor trusts, and even that the racists are just ordinary hateful people instead of fitting into Staten's unique brand of pro-Wu Tang anti Blackness.Even after all this, Aislyn feels sorry for Ry'leh. Something the other New York avatars find hard to stomach. Brooklyn bursts out laughing, bitterly, "You people really will overlook anything so long as the monsters are polite."Some people will object to this kind of line delivery because it's "on the nose" but I fail to see why privileged people, blithely unacknowledging of their privilege, should be inoculated against their complacency. In the sequel, the stakes are higher than ever. Brooklyn is running for mayor, Bronca wants to start dating again, Padmini is facing deportation, Veneza thinks they should make peace with Aislyn and Manny is finally ready to admit--at least to himself--that he's in love with Neek. Even with the world in imminent danger, their interpersonal lives have a lot to be fought for. I appreciated how layered this book was. It was simultaneously prescient and prophetic. But one could say that of American politics since the dawn of the orange one. Jemisin herself said that relying on real-life events to inform her fiction almost made her give up on the book. In her author's note, she explains that she decided to leave out the pandemic because she didn't know where things would end up. Which was a shame because there was a lot of sci-fi material to take from that. How humans refused to wear masks to protect their neighbours. The innate nature of idealistic selfishness is a universal threat. One that can be ruthlessly vivisected in sci-fi. But wait, guess what this book did. One of the main plot elements was New York realising it may need the assistance of the other Cities to take out Ry'leh. The oldest Cities, like Tokyo, were affronted by Manhattan's arrogance in making their urgency her problem. Sound familiar? Other old Cities like Paris and London were pragmatic, willing to at least hear out Young New York. Istanbul was my favourite new City to meet. A lovely old man who was a cat person and whose primary construct was the cats of Istanbul's streets. (Incidentally, according to the Atlantic, cats did come from Istanbul.) The summit eventually happens in Atlantis, a city that died eons ago. But untethered from their home bases, they have no access to the powers of their Cities, no way to create constructs to fight Ry'leh. Could it be a trap? I call this book existential sci-fi because it is ultimately a question about the inevitability of existence. Since the universe went bang, we were always going to happen. And sometimes, to mark our place, we need to stand and shout and fight. Especially those who have been marginalised or othered. This book takes pains to show how you can use the worst of yourself to help. Are you angered by injustice, you can weaponise that passion. The Bible warns followers not to be quick to anger, or to surrender to the impulses of rage. As someone with common sense, you know that you should probably not pull out a gun on someone because you have road rage. In her paper on The Politics of Anger, Qinyi Luo argues, When we attribute to our feeling the legitimate name of anger, on the other hand, we acquire a new understanding of ourselves as victims of injustices: we begin to see the world as unjust and needing to be changed; we begin to think that there should be other ways of life that are better than the existing one. The recognition of one’s own anger allows one to perceive things differently and to imagine other ways of life – and this is in itself liberating. For the New York avatars, anger is a gut instinct against the Ur's need to erase them, against the other cities refusing to rise up with them even knowing that the enemy would be coming for them after it was done with New York. There is also supposed to be care in how we respond to the unpredictable chaos of life. When incels and tech bros weep and moan and thrash against "DEI" or "wokeness", blaming visibility, accessibility and inclusion for the pitfalls of capitalism their first response is to quash accessibility. They want to revert to a status quo that never really existed. Padmini has choice words for them, though it's unlikely they will ever read them, Mind your business. Just stop trying to control other worlds, stop even looking at them. You're the problem. Just let go.I liken them to the bootlickers of patriarchy in my country who worship at the altar of fundamentalism, homophobia and "men's rights". This book may be about New York but many of its core tenets apply to anyone who faces injustice. While for many of us, our problems wouldn't go away from the vanquishing of some eldritch horror monster, it requires small, consistent incremental actions if good is ever to rule the day. It may not be in perpetuity, but sometimes, the fighters are the best of the world we make. PS.// I hope Jemisn considers giving us graphic novels of small adventures these cities have. I would really really like to see a comic book about Istanbul and his cats. No, Igor didn't write this bit. ...more |
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If any of you have been with me for the past few years, you will remember my rambling love for Ellery. Five books later, only one thing has changed: I
If any of you have been with me for the past few years, you will remember my rambling love for Ellery. Five books later, only one thing has changed: I love him more. We are back with the world's most reluctant sleuth and failed actor, Ellery. The story begins when he and police chief of Pirate's Cove Jack Carson go diving. Jack is also Ellery's eh man friend? They are romantically involved but there are no labels. Yet. Thus far, I'm just glad that Jack cares about Ellery enough to give him orgasms. Implied. This is a cosy after all. As Jack and Ellery are enjoying the sights, they spot a great white shark. It's always nice to be introduced to a new phobia. Until now, he hadn't realized he was afraid of sharks. Theater critics, spiders, financial ruin sure. But a Great White put the hairiest of spiders—and theater critics—into a whole diferrent perspective.In a bid to escape the shark's sights, they discover a vintage diving suit. And in it, is a body. This of course puts the entirety of Pirate's Cove on Ellery's tail. He has uncovered yet another body. Ellery tries to remind people that Jack was with him. But some people saw fit to remind him Jack has been diving for years but the first time he goes diving with his trouble magnet future spouse, he finds a body? Ellery needs to get real. He also needs to understand that he is just a beacon for the latest conspiracies of Pirate's Cove. He has also been getting letters from a stalker. This is an ongoing mystery, it's unsolved by the end of this book. I once observed that this series serves as subliminal advertising for Lanyon's other books. The deep sea diving reminded me of Plenty of Fish and there's a mention of Kit from Somebody Killed His Editor (this is book 1 of the series). Be sure to read those if you haven't. Perhaps you need to read the latter to be aware of who Kit is should he ever make a cameo. This book also serves us a lot more human drama. Nora isn't fond of the new attendant at the Crow's Nest. At one point she even believes Kingston to be behind some unsavoury events happening on Buck Island. "Could this person have been Kingston?"But aside from the animosity of Ellery's workers, there is yet another mystery. A wealthy madam with a temperament as pleasant as the Witch of the Waste's, finds herself at the Crow's Nest. Lanyon's utilisation of description couldn't help but make me chuckle, A petite woman of perhaps forty cautiously entered the bookshop. She wore an expensive but not particularly flattering beige pantsuit. Her stiffly styled blonde hair was as shiny and untouchable as a doll's. Her eyes were also doll-like, being round and blue and rather blank..Odette Wallace is a widow of ten years and a bit of a uh socialite. She's also in a pickle. She's completely convinced that someone is trying to murder her and so hires Ellery to catch the killer. Her high-handedness irritated Ellery but he needed the cash. He needed to catch her would-be murderer and he needed her to stay alive, Ultimately, Ellery wanted Odette not to be murdered so he could in good conscience keep his fee. While it may feel like there were too many moving parts in this tiny book, they're all interconnected. The characters have as much heart as ever and there was a lot more scrabble in this book. I do wish we'd gotten to spend more time with the Wallaces, if only to solidify our feelings for them. I was left adrift when the cases were solved and I hadn't put my finger on where they land. Were they good people? Bad people? Weird people? Crazy people? The only thing I had any reaction to was their attitude towards Odette. Perhaps if it was a full length mystery novel there'd have been space for this. Jack and Ellery's relationship does hit new "troubled" waters. And they stand on opposite sides of Buck Island's latest mystery. Will love prevail? For once I didn't care. This isn't because I am a shell of a woman I once was and now have a charred broken ember for a heart, but because there's never a dull moment on Buck Island. The next book in the series just came out and if you haven't started this series yet, what are you waiting for? Jesus? Many heartfelt thanks to Netgalley, the publisher and the author for providing me with a copy in exchange for a review. ...more |
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| What was the last day you were a child? This is a question that leaves our debonair swanky GUP (Gay Uncle Patrick) reeling as he wonders wh What was the last day you were a child? This is a question that leaves our debonair swanky GUP (Gay Uncle Patrick) reeling as he wonders when he last felt shielded from he harrowing realities of adulthood. Which have become even more complicated since he had to take care of his young grieving niece and nephew, Maisie and Grant. GUP is a retired Hollywood actor who moved to Palm Springs to get away from things. For approaching fifty. Which he most certainly isn't ready to process. "...if you must know, I'm young in Palm Springs. Okay? This is the sad truth for gay men. Forty is ancient in Los Angeles, middle-aged in San Francisco, but young in Palm Springs. That's why I live there."Patrick's pragmatism and hilarity are what made this book special. At least for me. It dealt with a lot. Death of friend, death of a spouse, systemic homophobia but somehow Patrick came out of it laughing. A grieving widower who has just lost his best friend and the mother of his niblings, and months before the death of his--for all intents and purposes-- spouse. Patrick has high key Oscar Wilde energy, except wilder. He has an affinity for the bizarre, like a pink Christmas tree in the summer. But he is dichotomous, with a studied consideration of his surroundings that dares perilous fools to under-estimate him. When his agent convinces him it's time to rejoin the Hollywood elite, he throws a party in honour of his rebirth as Hollywood dzaddy. However, his sister Clara, a woman mistaken in the belief that abolishing the patriarchy means complaining about men and braying about her victimhood as a white woman, shows up uninvited and threatens to take the children away from Patrick "for their own good". Patrick doesn't understand how a so-called feminist would fail to grasp the precarities of homosexuality. Patrick used to like having a sister... Clara was his playmate, she was older—she set the agenda. But she eventually moved on, wanted to do other things. As a teenager she liked reading and, it seemed, just about nothing else. She read a book by Alice Walker about female genital mutilation in Africa and refused to speak to a member of the opposite sex for a month. She read Simone de Beauvoir and fumed about the patriarchy to any male in earshot—even if he were four years her junior.The problem with Clara (and commodified white feminism) is that she never learns, she never listens. At one point Patrick informs her of her veiled homophobia after the death of Joe and she replies with the patriarchal classic hit, "If I said that, I'm sorry..." Patrick observes his sister with almost predatory precision. He infers the grief that is happening in her life that would cause her to threaten the stability of two mourning children whose father is absent for treatment. In the same breath, he threatens to bury her in litigation so deep she wouldn't see the light of day for years behind the paperwork. Patrick was a badass. The thing about Clara is how she was a well fleshed out character, who although brief in appearance served subtle socio-political commentary. She's not a bad person. Or even inherently evil. She's not a big bad wolf out to blow Patrick's foundation away. She's human and she's hurting. Rowley's prose captures their sibling relationship so well and Clara's pain is masked behind even more pain. She feels replaced by Sara. Patrick is surprised by this but doesn't fight it. He's the bigger man. Something which Clara, in her misguided attempt to extirpate the patriarchy, opts not to do. Patrick even tells her You don’t hear me, do you. Every conversation we’ve ever had, you don’t listen. Not really. You look at me. Your mouth stops moving. But the entire time, you’re just waiting until it’s your turn to talk again.And she. still. doesn't. listen. But this isn't about Clara, and my frustrations with her (nuanced and well-written as they are), this is about GUP. Gay Uncle Patrick. Guncle. And he has rules. Guncle Rule number one. Okay? If we must? Cameras are your enemy as much as they’re your friend. Scratch that. That’s Guncle Rule number two. Guncle Rule number one: Brunch is splendid.Almost his entire life is a portmanteau. He lives for brunch, lupper and haruths-- harsh truths. You know the secret to staying young? Money. Guncle Rule number four. Not so you can carve up your face, mind you; don’t do that. But if you have money, you’re not stressed. Stress is what ages you. And winter and not getting out of your hometown. You guys really should be writing these down.But at the end of the day, this story is about Patrick finding his step. Reclaiming his life and LIVING. You can have all the money in the world and be a tragedy. A mere existence. Even when you have people who would give anything to make you happy. Turns out it's painful to be loved. Intolerable even, at times.It took two precocious children whom Patrick relates with as equals for him to realise he's been running away. He's been hiding. Chester Bennington sings, It's easier to run; Replacing this pain with something numb; It's so much easier to go; Than face all this pain here all alone . Patrick comes to terms with his grief, Pain doesn't lift until you feel it.You need to be present in your sadness. There's a quote by Ursula K Le Guin, All of us here are going to know grief; if we live fifty years, we’ll have known pain for fifty years… And yet, I wonder if it isn’t all a misunderstanding — this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain… If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could… get through it, go beyond it. There is something beyond it. It’s the self that suffers, and there’s a place where the self—ceases. I am currently going through a lot right now. And I am not ready to talk about it because saying it out loud, to my friends will make it real. And I want to be in denial a bit longer. However, this book (and others, of course) will hold my hand through it. Finally what GUP would love for you to most internalise, Guncle Rule sweet sixteen: I want you to really live. To live is the rarest of things. Most people merely exist.Oscar Wilde said it first, whom I'd like to believe is our greatest guncle who ever lived. ...more |
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| "I want to remember," I said. Because it happened to me. And I'm still me."My only regret, having read this book, is that I am unable to "I want to remember," I said. Because it happened to me. And I'm still me."My only regret, having read this book, is that I am unable to see the stage adaptation of this most wonderful story. The hoops that the British embassy would make jump through just to deny me a tourist visa notwithstanding. Anyway, this book is a children's book for adults. Don't believe me? See this ad copy I would write for it if a publisher was unlucky enough to hire me. Are you an adult? Do you suffer from unaddressed trauma? Did you bury your childhood memories in a desperate attempt to appear as a functional adult? Do you wish to lose yourself in a brilliantly crafted urban fantasy that distantly reminds you of the stark ugliness of reality but still providing effective escapism? Then do I have the book for you!Our story begins with the narrator leaving an event (I think it's a funeral) and upon leaving he finds himself driving to his old family home. While there, he drives down the titular lane to Lettie Hempstock's home. Where a duckpond ponded. But it wasn't just a duckpond. It was an ocean. Really, I promise. The narrator visits the Hempstock home and while there he is flooded with memories of his childhood. But before, his life flashes before his eyes, his failed marriage, his grown children off to parts unknown, his job If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life.While imposing on the Hempstocks, he remembers more things. Like the way they served him milk fresh from the cow. And of course he makes yet another astute observation, he's full of those our narrator, As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time. The number of times I've caught myself doing things like my father or how I look like a young version of my mother in certain light still surprises me. Yes, inevitable geneticism surprises me. I never said I was bright. The man who used to live at the top of the lane then proceeds to tell us about his childhood. My god, the way the adults around him fail him left me speechless. But of course, Books were safer than other people anyway.... I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.Gaiman packs trauma I went through as a child. How he was able to capture things that are commonplace enough but still personalised I'll credit to witchcraft. I too had no one show up for my twelfth birthday party. I too lost a cat when I was ten. This book is also surprisingly funny. Or maybe I just have a broken humorous. The plaques that explained who they were also told me that the majority of them had murdered their families and sold their bodies to anatomy. It was then that the word anatomy gathered its worn edge of horror for me. I did not know what anatomy was. I knew only that anatomy made people kill their children.I mean really... My book of Greek myths had told me that the narcissi were named after a beautiful young man, so lovely that he had fallen in love with himself... In my mind when I read this, I knew that a narcissus must be the most beautiful flower in the world. I was disappointed when I learned that it was just a less impressive daffodil.This book, while being surprisingly scary as an urban horror fantasy, also helped take the blinders off adulthood. As you grow older you realise adults only hold on to a semblance of control through carefully curated lies. For our narrator it was when his father confessed that he pretended to love burnt toast to prevent bread from going to waste. For me, it was when my Engineer father told me his favourite subject was actually English & Literature after drumming it into me that Math is the most important subject. Parents always look superhuman until they remind us, often against our will, that they're human. And ew. When our narrator meets Lettie, the story finds its feet and the plot propels itself with a sense of wonder and foreboding. At this point I asked myself why I'm reading a children's book for adults and it's like Gaiman knew because the book tells me Adult stories never made sense, and they were so slow to start. They made me feel like there were secrets, masonic mythic secrets to adulthood.Ok, Neil, I get it. Adults follow paths. Children explore.I said I get it. And I do. This book forces you to re-examine your childhood memories. Confront what made you and accept how your memories contributed to the "functioning?" adult. For us who grew up as introverted brats who loved to read, it spoke deeper. Touched further. Growing up, I took so many cues from books. They taught me most of what I knew about what people did, about how to behave.It reminds you how little a chance you had if the adults you grew up around weren't worth shit. ...when adults fight children, adults always winI didn't need reminding, but this book reminded me of the joy of books and cats. Of simple pleasures and great memories borne of mild joy. What makes monsters and what makes heroes. And why it's important to live. It's not fair that you have to struggle to find your place in the world. But that's what friends are for. And if like me you need something a little more, that's what books are for. ...more |
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