Book Review: This Census-Taker by China Miéville
“I knew that day that my father was feeding only the darkness.”
Short, pointless, poorly done. Expected better more from Miéville. At least it wasn’t offensive, an accomplishment among 2017 Hugo Award novella finalists. (Nice cover art.)
“Once I asked my father, ‘Why do you want me?’ I still think it was the bravest thing I’ve ever done.”
Talk about your unreliable narrator. Holden Caulfield syndrome. Mixed tenses–first, second and third–confuses the story. Big vocabulary and syntax change late in the story, presumably to indicate a shift in narrator maturity, but then wasn’t the whole story written by him?
“The more you know about people the better.”
Book Review: “The Tomato Thief” (Jackalope Wives #2) by Ursula Vernon
“When someone in the desert asks for water, you give it to them. There weren’t many rules in the desert, but that was one of them.”
Good use of Arizona native and desert history and lore to add depth to this short story, a 2017 Hugo Awards finalist for novelettes. Another story with a mature–very mature–female protagonist. There must be a special on them this year. (They’re special every year.)
“There’d been a time, when she was young and immortal, when [redacted] she could have danced in the track that they left in the sand. She felt old and mortal now.”
Excellent slow slide from the mundane into the supernatural.
“‘I ain’t dying yet,’ and that may or may not have been a lie. She wasn’t quite sure.”
Book Review: The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle
“Mankind didn’t make messes; mankind was the mess.”
Fantasy historical fiction. I wouldn’t have finished this once I realized what kind of story it was, but felt constrained to read it all if I was to vote on it for the 2017 Hugo Awards. Can’t conceive why it was nominated, much less became a finalist.
“He thought of himself as an entertainer. Others … called him a scammer, a swindler, a con, but he never thought of himself this way. No charlatan ever did.”
Good storytelling, good character development and good voice. Good sense of time and place, which gradually–then with increasing speed–veers into the horrible. Shifting away from the main character propels the story, but dilutes the impact. If this is set in the Lovecraft universe, LaValle has done me a favor by warning me away forever.
“Walking through Harlem first thing in the morning was like being a single drop of blood inside an enormous body that was waking up.”
I don’t normally post negative reviews, but I am reviewing all the 2017 Hugo novella finalists. Not fair to the others to pass over this one just because I don’t recommend anyone read it, let alone vote for it.
“There was more to this world than what we touch to taste or see. His time as a detective made him sure of this.”
Book Review: A Taste of Honey by Kai Ashante Wilson
“No one is guilty … the guilty exist, but they are also human beings, just like their victims.” Joseph Brodsky
What a waste. This isn’t science fiction or fantasy. It’s a sappy, regency romance with boys. Tries to fill all the diversity squares hoping perhaps its political correctness gives it protected status.
“It feels as if there were a … whole episode missing from my memory of that day. As if asleep I can remember it, but once awake the event slides away.”
Had to force myself through it. Nothing to grab or hold my attention. Wilson repeats and clarifies his plot device lest we miss it in his tangled chronology. Nice, relevant cover art.
“Men and women, side by side, yet further apart than this earth’s from the stars.”
Aside from not being of sufficient quality to recommend to others, this story hardly qualifies as a Hugo Award finalist.
“It’s you who are the dream, that other man who is flesh and real, the dreamer.”
Book Review: Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
“The only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.”
What happened to Alice and Wendy after they returned from Wonderland and Neverland? What if all the Narnias and Fillories were real? What if there were so many worlds that their differing natures could be plotted along a graph with virtue–evil and logic–nonsense axes? What if the hundreds of children who had visited them lived among us? How would they live in the mundane world, knowing a magic kingdom still called? Such is the premise of Every Heart a Doorway.
“Now I know that if you open the right door at the right time, you might finally finds a place where you belong.”
Skip the “There Was a Little Girl” prologue and be drawn into a home for such disaffected children through the eyes of Continue reading