Recent reads:
Sandman Slim, Richard Kadrey. Neo-noir with Magic, demons, and angels. It felt kind of like it was aiming to be dumb ultra-violence, and did okay with that. I was hoping for something a little more cleverly plotted or likeable, but the main character is a thuggish supernatural hitman, not a detective.
Witch King, Martha Wells. After Murderbot, I had high hopes for this high fantasy. It was decent, but it felt like it didn’t want to give readers a huge worldbuilding info-dump, so I kept feeling like I didn’t understand the implications of anything for the first half of the book. It was a little disorienting, but I’m okay with it. Hope there’ll be sequels.
Last Call, Tim Powers. I tried reading this a while ago, and the POV character in the first few pages aims to do something awful to his son. I’m not keen on violence toward children in my recreation, so I noped out of it for a year or so, figuring I was never going to care about a protagonist who started off that in need of redemption. Finally decided to give it another shot, and I’m glad I did, because that POV character isn’t the protagonist. Still, it pulls the usual Powers magic of weaving supernatural explanations around history, but does it for Vegas. I cannot bring myself to care about Vegas. It holds no appeal for me, and I can’t muster enough judgment to think badly of people who are enamored of it. So I think this was my first experience with Powers which wasn’t a home run. Not bad, just too into the Vegas aesthetic, both in setting and characters, for my tastes.
Legends & Lattes, Travis Baldree. I’ve appreciated stories in fantastical settings which aren’t about anything terribly high stakes. So, this is basically a vanilla D&D setting, but starts with an adventurer’s retirement to run a coffee shop. Had a couple of aggravating moments, but it’s basically gentle zoomer fiction of a type I find I want rarely, but which I appreciate as a palate-cleanser.
Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone. Very high fantasy, sort of intricate, pretty good. Not sure if I want to continue with the series, because this one ended in a place that seemed like a shift in tone which seemed to pull the whole thing in a direction I don’t love.
Starter Villain, John Scalzi. The dude’s good enough that he can just run with whatever stupid, fun idea he gets excited about and make it work well enough, so long as you don’t take it too seriously. Popcorn.
And, in between all of those, I’ve been reading The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity, David Graeber & David Wengrow. It’s interesting, well-written, and yet I can’t take much of it at a time. Partly, that’s because there’s an awful lot of “Everyone else says X, but we alone will tell you that obviously not-X”, which is a framing I tend to find tiresome, especially as I don’t know nor care to learn enough about archaeology to know how fair they’re being. I get the desire to make it feel relevant, but it just feels like most of what they’re telling me is selected and interpreted through a motivated, modern lens. So even pretty neat stuff about archaeology leaves me doubting whether it’s leaving me with an accurate picture. I’m still only about halfway through it.