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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

At some point in the drafting process of Elizabeth Wein’s Cobalt Squadron, I believe some publishing exec sat Wein down and told her, “Remember, you are writing this Star Wars tie-in for eight-year-olds with the attention span of guppies. Tell ’em what you’re going to tell ’em, tell ’em, tell ’em what you’ve told ’em, and then tell ’em a couple more times for good measure. If it isn’t repeated every couple of chapters that Rose and Paige Tico are SISTERS who come from SISTER PLANETS destroyed by the First Order, and that is why they care about the fate of this OTHER system of sister planets, your readers will forget.”

Not recommended unless you are an Elizabeth Wein or Rose Tico completist.

I also finished Anita Loos’ Gentlemen Prefer Blondes: The Intimate Diary of a Professional Lady, which is a hoot. It’s different from the Marilyn Monroe movie in a lot of details, and yet I think that anyone who enjoys the movie would also enjoy the book, because in spirit the movie really captured it.

What I’m Reading Now

A long drought in magical allusions in Jane Eyre. After chapter upon chapter, there is one lonely outcropping when Jane dashes water over Rochester to rescue him from being burned in his bed. The deluge awakens him, and he demands, “In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?… What have you done with me, witch, sorceress?”

However, after Jane returns from visiting her dying aunt, we have a bonanza! Again there is a hint that there is something uncanny about Mr. Rochester, too: when Jane first sees him, she has to remind herself that he’s not a ghost. As usual, however, it’s Rochester who scatters the magical allusions over Jane: she is like “a dream or a shade”; “She comes from the other world—from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming! If I dared, I’d touch you, to see if you are substance or shadow, you elf!” (And, of course, in some traditions fairyland is allied with the land of the dead.)

Then he teases her: “Tell me now, fairy as you are—can’t you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man?” To which Jane replies gravely, “It would be past the power of magic, sir,” but thinks to herself: “A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty.”

And Rochester calls her “Janet” for the first time here. Tam Lin reference? Jane Eyre as Tam Lin retelling? Jane is Janet, Rochester Tam Lin, and Bertha… the fairy queen who keeps him in thrall…? Okay this is reaching.

What I Plan to Read Next

Is it too early to begin my Halloween reading?
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Elizabeth Wein has a new book out! It’s called Stateless and [personal profile] skygiants wrote an excellent entry about it and my review here is a reworking of my comment over there, which might be summarized, “Good thriller, shame about everything else.”

A quick non-spoilery summary: Stateless takes place during a youth air race in 1937 Europe, meant to promote peace among nations. There are twelve fliers representing twelve European states. Our heroine and narrator, Stella North, the only girl pilot in the race, is representing England even though she’s actually a Russian refugee on a Nansen passport. And on the very first leg of the race, she sees one plane force another out of the sky…

Spoilers from here on out )
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[personal profile] littlerhymes and I have finished Mary Stewart's The Wicked Day! To my surprise, this was my favorite book of the quartet, because I got deeply invested in Mordred the lonely watchful child who would rather die than hurt Arthur, and also has to ride herd on all his horrible Orkney half-brothers.

(Side note about the Orkney boys: Gareth is, as usual, the sweetheart of the gang. Indeed, Stewart notes that as long as he stayed on Orkney, where he was his mother's pet, he was "in danger of effeminacy" - which is perhaps why he escapes the toxic masculinity that destroys the rest of them. Usually Gawain is the second-best Orkney boy, but here he's just as vengeful and hotheaded as Gaheris and Agrivaine. Sometimes you see a decent Gaheris, but no one in the entire world of Arthurian adaptations seems to like Agrivaine.)

Unfortunately, the book falls apart in the third section, I think because Stewart also got invested in Mordred, Basically a Good Kid Which Is Impressive Considering His Life. Her heart is not in Mordred's destruction of Camelot, but unfortunately she's written herself in a corner where she has to write it, as in the Merlin trilogy she firmly established a) Merlin's prophecy that Mordred would destroy Arthur, and b) Merlin's infallibility as a prophet.

She tries to soften the blow: Mordred's final confrontation with Arthur takes place as a result of a series of misunderstandings. Mordred is Arthur's heir, so when he hears that Arthur is dead he naturally takes over the kingdom, but Arthur is not dead, and when he comes back to England a storm forces him to land on Saxon ground... which leads to a battle with the Saxons, with whom Mordred unfortunately just made an alliance... which ends with Mordred and Arthur facing off in battle.

And then they have a final parlay, which Stewart doesn't show us (they died right after! no one knows what they said! YOU COULD TELL US ANYWAY), and reach an agreement... and then an adder bites a knight and the knight draws his sword to kill it and the soldiers take that as a sign for battle to begin and THAT IS THAT.

In the afterword she notes that the only historical information we have about Mordred is that he died at Camlann with Arthur, in a context where he might just as easily have been fighting on Arthur's side as against him, and she might have followed that route if she hadn't locked herself with all those prophecies. I think the book would have been stronger for it if she had - or else if she had Mordred betray Arthur at least a little. It feels too easy, too much letting the characters off the hook, for it to all be just a misunderstanding.

***

Also I am 99% convinced that Elizabeth Wein read this book to absolute shreds when she was young, because her Medraut so feels like a darkfic version of Stewart's (in particular, an expansion of the scene where Morgause kisses Mordred, when he is not yet aware that he's her son but she definitely knows. How did you expect that to pan out, Morgause! Did you assume he would never know!), and also a fix-it where Medraut doesn't cause the fall of Camelot after all - although Camelot still falls.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Elizabeth Wein’s “No Human Hands to Touch,” the Medraut/Morgause companion piece to The Winter Prince published in Sirens and Other Demon Lovers, edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling. It is exactly as “Dead Dove, Do Not Eat” as you might imagine from the fact that Medraut spends a large proportion of The Winter Prince waking up with screaming nightmares about his incestuous affair with his mother.

Spoilers (need I tell you they are disturbing spoilers?) )

This has been quite a week for creepy sex books, because I also read Anne Serre’s The Governesses (translated by Mark Hutchinson), an exceptionally strange French novella about three governesses who show up at a country house where there are no children. Never fear: the governesses come with their own batch of little boys in tow! Not that they spend much time actually looking after the children, mind: most of their time goes to enticing strange men in the estate and devouring them out in the woods. (The devouring is probably a sexual metaphor, but it wouldn’t exactly surprise me if the governesses were vampires. Or fae. Or some other supernatural bitey creature.)

A weird, atmospheric, sex-drenched book. I have no idea what it’s trying to say, if indeed it is saying anything - might just be an exercise in vibes? Odd and interesting.

And now for something completely different: Rebecca Caudill’s Tree of Freedom, a Newbery Honor book from 1950 set during the American Revolution. When the Venable family moves from North Carolina to Kentucky, young Stephanie Venable takes along a seed from an apple tree, which in turn sprouted from a seed brought across the Atlantic when her Huguenot ancestors fled persecution in France. Inspired by her brother Noel’s patriotic fervor, she names the resulting sapling the Tree of Freedom, even though the seed at one point gets eaten by a chicken (!) and then Stephanie cuts the chicken’s crop open to get at the seed (!!) and then sews the crop back up (!!!!!!)... but don’t worry, both seed and chicken are fine. (Would a chicken be fine after that? Maybe I don't want to think about this too deeply.)

What I’m Reading Now

In Mrs. Pollifax, Innocent Tourist, Mrs. Pollifax is on her way to Jordan to pick up the manuscript of a novel by a recently murdered Iraqi author! In her undercover role as an innocent tourist, she has returned to her roots with a truly massive floral hat, and I love her.

In Dracula, Lucy is feeling better! Thank God her illness is all over. She’s definitely going to survive till her wedding at the end of September.

What I Plan to Read Next

I would like to track down a copy of Elizabeth Wein’s other extended Lion Hunters’ ‘verse story, “Fire,” but we shall see. In the meantime [personal profile] littlerhymes has sent me a copy of Cherith Baldry’s Exiled from Camelot, the woobiest Kay novel, which I am VERY much looking forward to reading.
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OKAY SO, I simply blasted through the last two books of Elizabeth Wein’s Lion Hunters series, since The Lion Hunter and The Empty Kingdom are not really two books at all but one big book split in half for, I presume, publication reasons. (The title of the book as a whole is The Mark of Solomon)

You may have imagined that Wein plumbed the depths of whump in The Sunbird, when Telemakos is enslaved at a salt mine, where he carries waterskins slung over his shoulders while blindfolded! with his hands tied at his sides! allowed only a few swallows of water each day!!!, and - okay, actually, that particular vein of whump is tapped. But never fear! Wein finds rich new sources of whump in The Mark of Solomon, not least of which is Telemakos’s ongoing PTSD from, you know, the whole salt mine incident.

However, PTSD on its own is simply insufficient whump for the Lion Hunters series, so the book also explores uncharted new whump territories, not least of which is “my adversary might kill me any day now but is extremely tender to me in the meantime,” A++ absolute catnip I love it.

That’s mostly in The Empty Kingdom. In The Lion Hunter, we kick off with spoilers )
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I’m barrelling along in Elizabeth Wein’s Lion Hunters series! In A Coalition of Lions, we take a comparative break from the whump. Yes, yes, the book starts with Goewin’s whole family dying as her kingdom falls to invaders, and we also hear an awful lot about that time her friend Priamos lost a battle and then got dragged in front of his conqueror naked and in chains. But that’s all in the past now! In the book itself, life is mostly pretty chill, aside from the fact that Goewin and her intended Constantine just can’t get along… which is extra awkward because Constantine is, currently, the regent of Aksum, where Goewin fled after the aforementioned fall of her kingdom.

But mostly Goewin spends the book meeting people and getting to know this interesting new country that she’s landed in, and through the magic of diplomacy everything works out surprisingly well for everyone. Spoilers for A Coalition of Lions and a bit for The Sunbird )

The Sunbird is a return to form, at least in the sheer epic levels of whump, although it’s whump of a different kind than The Winter Prince: slavery instead of incest. Goewin sends her ten-year-old nephew Telemakos on a SPY MISSION to find the traitor who is breaking the plague quarantine, but along the way he gets captured! forced to work in the salt mines! blindfolded at all times, because the salt mine owner has a feeling that this kid is bad news and doesn’t want Telamakos to recognize him! and also he has his hands constantly bound at his sides, so he can’t take the blindfold off!!!!

You might feel that this would impair his usefulness as a slave, but HUSH, let not the realization of true whump admit impediments. This is some grade A suffering right here, with a lagniappe of utterly unnecessary guilt because Telemakos had the opportunity to look at the traitor! and didn’t take it! because the man threatened to cut out Telamakos’s tongue and cut off his hands if Telemakos looked at him!!! “IF ONLY I WAS BRAVER,” sobs Telemakos.

“OH MY GOD YOU ARE EXTREMELY BRAVE ENOUGH,” sobs Goewin, belatedly realizing that perhaps she should not have conspired with the emperor to send, let me repeat, a ten-year-old on an extremely delicate spy mission that involved crossing a desert with a single water skin (which sprung a leak, so he had to turn himself in or else die of thirst, which is how he ended up in the salt mines).

It’s fine, though. Goewin was clearly the pawn of the god of True Whump, and who can resist the blandishments of such a demanding god?
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Bruce Catton’s Terrible Swift Sword, in which McClellan spends a year failing to do much of anything with the Army of the Potomac because he is convinced to the bottom of his heart that (1) the Confederate Army outnumbers him two to one (in fact he outnumbered the available Confederate troops at almost all times), and (2) the government in Washington was plotting his downfall (which became true because of his unwillingness to use his army).

Much against my will I feel a certain sympathy for him, because if someone handed me an army, clapped a hand on my shoulder, and intoned “The fate of the nation rides on you, son,” I’m fairly sure that I, too, would instantly become convinced that I was outnumbered two to one, and therefore could do nothing with my army but crouch in a defensive posture while wittering about Dark Forces in Washington trying to undermine my command. But unlike McClellan I was sensible enough not to pursue a military career.

(Generally speaking, the road to political or military success seems to be the ability to accept the existence of opposition on your own side without obsessing over it or seeing said opponents as conspiratorial Dark Forces. Eyes on the prize! Remember that your true enemies are the Confederates and not those annoying dudes in Congress who understand military strategy about as well as an aardvark.)

Also, I zoomed through Enid Blyton’s second St Clare’s book, The O’Sullivan Twins at St Clare’s. The St Clare’s books have not captured my heart quite the way that Malory Towers did (maybe because the twins already have a built-in best friend and so the books don’t go as hard on Friendship?), but they are nice popcorn entertainment.

What I’m Reading Now

I’ve started Elizabeth Wein’s The Lion Hunters (already read A Coalition of Lions and The Sunbird; wrote so much about them it became its own post), and Spoilers )

In Dracula, Lucy has sleep-walked down to the graveyard in the middle of the night wearing nothing but her nightgown! Absolutely scandalous. Also, we’ve heard from Jonathan Harker! He has spent the last few weeks in the hospital with brain fever, poor lad, and the hospital staff thinks he’s mad because he keeps nattering on about this vampire stuff, but he’s a very sweet boy and they hope for the best for him.

What I Plan to Read Next

[personal profile] skygiants and I agreed that it would be great if there was a book that gave an entertaining yet erudite discussion of the various surviving medieval Arthurian sagas, because there are clearly many, and they all seem to be bonkers. Thought I’d throw this out there in case anyone knows of such a book!
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

When Mrs. Spring Fragrance first arrived in Seattle, she was unacquainted with even one word of the American language. Five years later her husband, speaking of her, said: ‘There are no more American words for her learning.” And everyone who knew Mrs. Spring Fragrance agreed with Mr. Spring Fragrance.


For a long time I’ve been meaning to read one of Sui Sin Far’s short stories, and this week I finally read Mrs. Spring Fragrance. Sui Sin Far was the penname of Edith Maude Eaton, daughter of an Englishman and a Chinese woman who had been adopted as a child by English missionaries; she wrote short stories about the Chinese immigrant experience in America, and if this story is any example they were charming stories (stylistically very characteristic of the time) with the occasional well-planted barb about American immigration policies toward China and attitudes towards Chinese immigrants.

I also read W. E. Johns’ Biggles in the Baltic, a World War II adventure in which Biggles and company operate out of a SECRET ISLAND BASE in the Baltic, which they manage to keep secret for less than a week, which their CO cheerily tells them was longer than anyone expected, actually! We really thought you’d all die out there! Ready for your next mission? THANKS COLONEL RAYMOND. GLAD TO HEAR IT.

And I finished D. E. Stevenson’s Winter and Rough Weather, in which James and Rhoda settled into their farmhouse at the end of a borderline-impassible road. This road came up so many times I was convinced was going to become a plot point, probably involving Rhoda giving birth in the middle of a thunderstorm which would make it impossible for the doctor to get through.

In fact, Chekhov’s Road never washes out at a plot-important point. This is a quiet yet absorbing book about ordinary people living mostly pleasant lives. I always enjoy Stevenson’s character dynamics: they seem so real and well-observed.

What I’m Reading Now

A Coalition of Lions, the sequel to The Winter Prince. Spoilers )

What I Plan to Read Next

[personal profile] littlerhymes has sent me an omnibus of Biggles Flies East AND Biggles Flies West!
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I was warned for the even-more-than-Arthurian-typical levels of incest in Elizabeth Wein’s The Winter Prince, but I was not warned for the sheer balls-to-the-wall level of iddiness in this book, possibly because mere words cannot do justice to the level of whump, hurt-comfort, and deeply fucked-up longing. I rarely see this kind of idsplosion outside of fanfic (possibly publishers don’t usually have the guts for it) and I am HERE for it.

So. Our narrator is Medraut (Mordred), and the book is a letter that he is writing to his godmother Morgause, who is actually his mother, as readers familiar to Arthuriana will quickly guess. After years abroad traveling, followed by a two-year stay with his godmother that has left him with a crippled hand and screaming nightmares, Medraut goes to stay with his uncle/father and his cousins/half-siblings, the twins Lleu and Goewin.

Swiftly Medraut develops a love-hate relationship with the twins, especially Lleu, about whose ~dark, fragile beauty~ Medraut raves at the drop of a hat. He loves them more or less against his better judgment, because they are fun and funny and he enjoys spending time with them, and most of all because they love and trust him and he can’t help responding. And yet he hates them, too, and it comes out in vicious little ways that can yet be explained away, like drugging Lleu to sleep when he is sick and needs to sleep, but doesn’t want to be drugged. It’s for Lleu's own good… and yet it’s also a display of Medraut's power.

Medraut loves and hates Lleu, in particular: cannot help loving Lleu, constantly mentions Lleu’s ~dark, fragile beauty~, and takes great pains to use his healing knowledge to make Lleu strong. But he hates Lleu, too, because Lleu is the boy and therefore stands to inherit the throne, which could have been Mordred’s if he weren’t illegitimate and also the product of incest, which means that not only can he never be legitimated, but his true parentage can never be revealed at all.

Only one night, furious at Medraut, Lleu spills the beans in front of Medraut’s other set of cousins/half-brothers, Gawain (here, Gwalchmai) and the rest… who are particularly alarmed by this news, because spoilers )
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Black Narcissus was Rumer Godden’s first book and it is, therefore, perhaps unfair to compare it to her later nun book, In This House of Brede, but inevitably I did and just as inevitably it fell short. In Black Narcissus, a small group of nuns try to plant a new chapter of their order in a house hard by the Himalayas in India, and are defeated by the mountains or the unceasing wind or something in the very soil that is inimical to their presence.

I also read Jen Wang’s The Prince and the Dressmaker, a graphic novel set in nineteenth century Paris about Prince Sebastian, who hires a dressmaker, Frances, to make him dresses so he can shine out in the Parisian nightlife as the fabulous Lady Crystallia. (Also Prince Sebastian and Frances fall in love, as you do. I didn't realize characters named Sebastian were allowed to fall in love with girls, but of course the book IS about breaking rules that don't work for you.)

And also Margery Williams’s 1937 Newbery Honor book, Winterbound. Yes, this is the Margery Williams of Velveteen Rabbit fame! I went into this book hoping for Long Winter-type hardship, but in actual fact this is a generally cozy tale about a family of four city children (aged eight to nineteen) looking after themselves in a farmhouse over the winter. (Their father is on an archaeological dig in South America and Mom is escorting a tubercular cousin to New Mexico.) Pleasant enough but not memorable; I never did fully differentiate the two younger children from the two neighbor children across the way.

What I’m Reading Now

I intended to continue Elizabeth Wein’s The Winter Prince, but then my hold on Nicola Griffiths’ Spear came in, and as there are five holds on Spear I thought I had better prioritize it… I’m about a quarter of the way through and finding the prose self-consciously artistic (is Hild written in the same style?), but perhaps it will grow on me. (The book is not very long so I will probably finish it whether it grows on me or not.)

What I Plan to Read Next

Have decided that Phyllis Ann Karr’s The Idylls of the Queen will be the next stop on my Arthurian journey! (I will of course be finishing The Winter Prince and reading the rest of the series, but my understanding is that the rest of the books have only the most tenuous of connections to King Arthur.)
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

T. H. White’s The Goshawk, a memoir of White’s time training his first goshawk, Gos, not long before the beginning of World War II. He doesn’t mention this, but it’s also right around the time that he wrote the first three books of The Once and Future King, and the whole Might vs. Right thing is very much on his mind as he trains Gos and grimly contemplates the war that everyone already knows is coming. (He published the book long after the war but I believe these observations are original: the gloomy "We're all gonna die and/or descend into barbarism" note has a lot in common with for instance Orwell's pre-World War II writing about the coming conflict.)

About halfway through the book, spoilers )

What I’m Reading Now

Continuing my Arthurian journey with Elizabeth Wein’s The Winter Prince, the first book in her Aksumite quartet! (Should I start an Arthuriana tag?) I have been warned that, in classic Arthurian fashion, this book has incest vibes, which the rest of the series will spend trying to live down. Currently my money is on Medraut/his half-brother Lleu (beautiful! Frail! sickly!) but it could be Medraut/Goewin, Lleu’s heartier twin sister who keeps tiptoeing into Medraut’s room to wake him up when he has horrible nightmares about his godmother Morgause, who did something undisclosed but horrible that might ALSO be incest (because isn’t Morgause Medraut [Mordred]’s real mother?).

But also Medraut appears to be writing the book to Morgause as a letter, so who knows.

What I Plan to Read Next

My interlibrary loan on D. E. Stevenson’s Music in the Hills has arrived!
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I read MANY books on my trip (and also missed last Wednesday Reading Meme), so rather than do a proper Wednesday Reading Meme this week I thought I would start with the three physical books I read over the trip.

I began with the latest entry in Elizabeth Wein’s Girl Pilots of World War II series, The Last Hawk, which I’ve been saving since [personal profile] littlerhymes sent it to me (inexplicably, these books have not been published in the US) because it seemed like the perfect book to read on the plane. It was! Lots of gorgeous descriptions of piloting a glider in the mountains, maybe Wein’s best flying sequences since Code Name Verity.

Otherwise, this is solidly entertaining, although there’s nothing as delightfully off the wall as Spoilers for Firebird ). The Last Hawk starts with Ingrid writing her story for the Americans after flying over enemy lines to smuggle important information out of Germany (literally she tells us this on the first page), and the rest of the story explains how she got there.

I had intended to buy LOTS of books in New York, but as it turned out, I was cruelly misled (probably by my own hopes and dreams, because I can’t recall anyone telling me this) into believing that the Strand’s 18 miles of books include many USED books. Possibly it does on the fourth floor? But the fourth floor was CLOSED and so my carefully curated list of Ye Old Authors was for naught.

However, my luck improved at the delightful children’s bookstore Books of Wonder, where I found Penelope Farmer’s William and Mary and T. Degens' The Visit. Farmer is most famous for Charlotte Sometimes, in which modern-at-the-time-of-writing Charlotte keeps switching places with a girl who studied at her boarding school decades before, during World War I. This is the final book in a trilogy, the other two books of which are about children who learn to fly.

William and Mary has the same weird atmosphere, although the details of said weirdness are totally different. William and Mary are stuck at boarding school over break, and discover that William’s shell allows them to enter into a variety of sea-themed art objects: a painting of Atlantis, a photo of coral reefs, a sea shanty about fishing, and so forth and so on. It didn’t quite come together for me at the end, but it’s also not a book where the ending really matters. The weird magical happenings are the point.

T. Degens’s The Visit also didn’t quite come together, but unfortunately it is the kind of book where the ending matters. Every year, Kate’s buoyant, vivacious Aunt Sylvia comes to Germany for a monthlong visit. These visits used to be the highlight of Kate’s year… until she found the diary of her long-dead Aunt Kate, and realized that Sylvia was somehow implicated in the first Kate’s death at Hitler Youth camp.

The story is told in alternating chapters: present-day chapters in first person, in which Kate sulks through Aunt Sylvia’s visit, and past chapters in third person, which must be Kate’s imaginative reconstruction of the past based on Aunt Kate’s diary.

The structure really demands a final clash in which Kate confronts Aunt Sylvia about What Happened to Aunt Kate (and maybe also What Were You All Thinking with the Nazism). But the book ends before the confrontation: Kate decides she’ll ask Aunt Sylvia directly, and then the book cuts off. I can sort of see why, because Aunt Sylvia is exactly the kind of charming narcissist who would try to wiggle out of all responsibility, and that’s not a satisfying ending either - but it would be more satisfying than what we get.

I enjoyed all these books (even The Visit, though it's the most flawed of the three), but I don't feel the need to keep them. They are all free to a good home! Let me know if you would like one.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

In Northern Ireland, peace has such a bad name that in order to achieve it they will have to call it something else.

Sally Belfrage’s Living with War: A Belfast Year is about, well, Belfrage’s year in Belfast, speaking to people on both sides of the conflict (this was in the 1980s, during the Troubles). What struck me as I was reading is, how shall I put this, the mind-boggling denseness of the assumed reader - the kind of person who cares enough to read a whole book about the Troubles, but approaches the whole thing with a wrinkled brow and the plaintive, baffled question, “But what are they fighting about?”

I say this not as a criticism of Belfrage, who is trying very hard to break through that willful obtuseness. But the intellectual climate that produces a whole contingent of cultured, literary, presumably intelligent people who look at conflicts and wonder Why We Just Can’t Get Along? strikes me as very characteristic of a certain kind of 80s/90s smug complacent liberalism that eventually found its apotheosis in The West Wing.

I also finished Elizabeth Wein’s The Enigma Game, which I think made a mistake in having a fifteen-year-old narrator. The book keeps having to twist itself into a pretzel to justify Louisa’s presence at scenes where a civilian child’s presence makes no sense. Louisa should have been a few years older and connected in some official capacity to the airbase.

But that wouldn’t solve my biggest problem with the book, which is that spoilers )

What I’m Reading Now

Gerald Durrell’s Two in the Bush. I was delighted to discover that this Gerald Durrell book takes the reader to New Zealand (that’s the part I’m at) and points beyond. Durrell has just watched penguin hopping from rock to rock, apparently for no other reason than rock-hopping is fun, and it sounds like the cutest thing.

And I’m going onward in Wilkie Collins’ Armadale. Lydia Gwilt is ON THE CUSP of arriving at Thorpe Ambrose, in the guise of Miss Milroy’s governess, in order to win Allan Armadale’s heart (the Allan Armadale who actually uses the name Allan Armadale, to clarify) and thereby secure Allan's fortune!

Am I rooting for her to succeed in this nefarious plot? IDK, kind of, I must admit that I find Allan Armadale kind of annoying (he’s SO careless, he LOST a BOAT because he forgot to tie it properly, my inner Swallows & Amazons is APPALLED). But on the other hand it might bring pain to Ozias Midwinter, the woobiest woobie to ever woobie (he loves Allan because Allan is the FIRST PERSON who was EVER NICE TO HIM, oh my God) and I just can’t be having with that.

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve put on hold a lot of the Irish books recommended in my last post (plus Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes, which, like so many books, I’ve meant to read for years). What better time of year to do it, with St. Patrick’s Day coming?
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Gerald Durrell’s Three Tickets to Adventure is a memoir about a collecting expedition in Guyana (then British Guyana), in which I learned, vis-a-vis a photo inset, that young Gerald Durrell was a looker. This is one of Durrell’s earliest books and perhaps less polished than his later work, but still charming. There’s a particularly delightful incident on shipboard, while Durrell is transporting his animal collection back to England, when a pipa toad’s eggs hatch and half a dozen sailors are so enthralled that they more or less act as the pipa toads’ honor guard for the rest of the voyage.

What I’m Reading Now

Onwards in Wilkie Collins’ Armadale! It turns out spoilers )

I’m also going full steam ahead in Sally Belfrage’s Living with War: A Belfast Year (U.K. title: The Crack: A Belfast Year, partly because this is another interlibrary loan with an absurdly short due date, but also because I knew so little about the Troubles before this book and I feel like I’m learning so much about daily life in Belfast during the Troubles. Less so about the political/religious/historical underpinnings of the conflict, but of course that’s not the point of the book: it’s about the lived experience of war, not the whys and wherefores underpinning it.

I’m making much slower progress in Elizabeth Wein’s The Enigma Game, because it’s not really grabbing me. I keep reading Wein’s books in hopes that there will be another Code Name Verity, which of course is a heavy expectation to lay on any book, but it’s not just that they aren’t Code Name Verity; I’ve really struggled to get into many of her other full-length books, in fact I think all of them except her non-fiction book A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II. (I’ve also liked her short books, Firebird and White Eagles.) Possibly I should stop automatically putting her books on my MUST READ list?

What I Plan to Read Next

Can anyone recommend any books about Irish history, or novels set in Ireland that really lean into the setting? Now that I’ve got started with Living with War, I thought I might go on a bit - it seems like the perfect time with St. Patrick’s Day a month away.

It doesn’t need to be a laugh a minute but I’m looking for something more lighthearted than “And then we all died in the potato famine and/or the Troubles.” I’ll read novels steeped in historical tragedy once we stop living in a real time plague.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

I’m not entirely convinced by the ending of Amor Towles’ A Gentleman in Moscow; I think Towles spoilers )

Louisa May Alcott’s Work: A Story of Experience is a peculiar, uneven book. The first six chapters are in fact about our heroine Christie leaving home to go out to work. (Her name is a reference to Christiana from Pilgrim’s Progress, which seems to have been Alcott’s ur-book: Little Women also draws from it.) Christie goes through a panoply of nineteenth-century female occupations: servant, actress, governess, companion, seamstress, before settling down as a sort of hired girl with a small family of radical reformers, mother and son, at which point the book switches gears into a romance with the son of the house, a stalwart, noble, manly fellow named David Sterling.

Spoilers for Work and also Rose in Bloom )

What I’m Reading Now

Elizabeth Wein’s The Enigma Game. The book has three rotating first person POVs, and I’m not convinced they’re going to be sufficiently differentiated, but it’s still early days with this book, so I may yet change my mind.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have at last reached the top of the hold queue for Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi!
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

As a birthday present to myself I read Elizabeth Wein’s White Eagles, a short novel about a young woman flying with the Polish army at the beginning of World War II. If you know anything about the invasion of Poland, you’ll be able to guess that this has some dark moments, but overall it’s about our heroine flying away from Poland (with a stowaway!) so the grimness-to-adventure ratio ultimately tilts toward adventure.

As a further birthday present to myself (White Eagles is QUITE short), I read Francesca Forrest’s new short story Duplication, which takes place in a world a little slantwise from ours: sometimes people, especially children, will duplicate for a few hours, a day or two at most, so that there are two of the same person running around for a while till they merge back into one.

The story is concerned with the everyday experience of a mother whose daughter suddenly becomes two daughters, and the philosophical question - although with a certain lived urgency that philosophical questions often lack - of what it means for one person to become two. To what extent are the duplicates two separate entities? What does it mean - what is lost - what the duplicates merge back into one?

I also finished Margaret Atwood’s Alias Grace, which I read because I enjoyed the miniseries adaptation so much. (Well, enjoyed seems like the wrong word for such a bleak story, but you know what I mean.) It turns out that the adaptation was extraordinarily faithful, to the point that Grace tells her story in the exact words she uses in the book (I often had the eerie sense of hearing the words in the actress’s voice as I read), which, well, if you’ve got Margaret Atwood’s words at your disposal, why wouldn’t you?

The main difference is that the book includes a subplot in which Dr. Jordan, the doctor interviewing Grace Marks to try to prove her innocence, becomes sexually entangled with his landlady. In general I found Dr. Jordan’s POV unpleasant to read: he has such an instrumental view of people, always with an eye for how they can be of service to him (sexually, for women, and in his career, for men), and few signs of actual affection for anyone. Thus, the book induces an even stronger feeling of “WHY ARE MEN” than the miniseries, which also didn’t skimp in this regard.

What I’m Reading Now

I finished part one of Svetlana Alexievich’s Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets, and I’m taking a break before I read part two because it’s such a dense, intensely emotional book.

Thus, I’m treating myself to Mrs. Pollifax and the Hong Kong Buddha. Following series order, I should have read Mrs. Pollifax on the China Station, but the ebook was checked out and I figured, “There’s not super a lot of continuity in this series, it will be fine if I skip it for now!”

Reader, it turns out that Mrs. Pollifax and the Hong Kong Buddha builds heavily on Mrs. Pollifax on the China Station. So I’m kicking myself, although honestly it doesn’t matter all that much: the books are clearly interrelated, but not so much that I’m finding anything in Mrs. Pollifax and the Hong Kong Buddha hard to follow. Anyway one doesn’t read the Mrs. Pollifax books expecting surprises, but because it’s such a pleasure to spend time with Mrs. Pollifax and whoever she has befriended in the course of this book’s spying mission.

A quote I noted down, as exemplary of Mrs. Pollifax’s character: “Mrs. Pollifax measured intelligence by curiosity, rueing people who never asked questions, never asked why, or what happened next or how.”

What I Plan to Read Next

I intend to continue my Margaret Atwood journey with The Penelopiad, but before that, I really MUST attend to this stack of library books that has been moldering patiently on my bookshelf. (I’ve been clinging to them in the superstitious sense that we might go back on lockdown at any time, but I am coming to the conclusion that this would be MUCH too sensible for the government to ever actually do it.) First up: James Baldwin’s Go Tell It on the Mountain.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Adele Brand’s The Hidden World of the Fox, which is a book that is partly about foxes but also partly about reactions to the rise of urban foxes in the UK… which I’m sure is a worthy and noble thing to write about, but I definitely wanted more fox anecdotes and inter-fox drama and just general focus on The Fox Life.

I also continued my Newbery Honor reading with Gary D. Schmidt’s The Wednesday Wars, which is set in the 1960s and features a seventh-grade boy reading Shakespeare with his teacher when they are left alone on Wednesday afternoons while the rest of the class goes off to receive religious instruction. (Holling is a Presbyterian, so he has neither a confirmation nor a bar mitzvah to prepare for.)

I’ve mentioned before, I think, that there’s basically a genre of children’s book whose purpose is to Introduce Children to High Culture. (Yes: I mention it in this review of From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, clearly the noblest example of the genre.) I must say I sighed when I saw that The Wednesday Wars was doing Shakespeare, because everyone does Shakespeare, but actually I ended up enjoying it more than expected: it’s fun to see Holling and Mrs. Baker argue about the plays, like hitting a tennis ball back and forth.

What I’m Reading Now

Continuing on in Gary D. Schmidt’s Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy. I’m finding it tougher going than The Wednesday Wars, even though it’s by the same author; I think it’s because I’ve spent most of the book waiting for the interracial friendship between Lizzie Bright and Turner Buckminster to blow up in their faces, Fox and the Hound style, which is an expectation that creates a certain resistance to reading onward.

(Schmidt is continuing his quest to Introduce Children to High Culture, this time with the Aeneid, a choice which tickled me because I don’t think I’ve seen a children’s book tackle that one before. OTOH, given how The Aeneid ends for Dido, this is not actually making me feel better about the Fox and the Hound possibilities in Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy.)

I’ve also started Ingrid Law’s Savvy, which is not historical fiction THANK GOD. I like historical fiction as much as the next person (indeed, probably more), but the Newbery Honor books of the 2000s are VERY historical fiction heavy, so it was a relief to find that this one was a contemporary fantasy novel.

What I Plan to Read Next

DID YOU KNOW that Elizabeth Wein has a new book out, White Eagles? Like Firebird, it has not been (and looks like it will not be) published in the US, but fortunately [personal profile] littlerhymes has kindly agreed to send me a copy.

As I recall, I ended up sending Firebird onward to another interested American reader, and I’d be happy to do that again with White Eagles, although given the speed of international mail these days (sloooooooow) possibly we should wait to organize it till I’ve actually got the book.
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The next batch of Whumptober ficlets are here! Lots of sad Red Room girls these last five days.

The Heartland Film Festival starts this Friday (!!!!!), so I’m already hard at work trying to get at least some of the next ten days worth of Whumptober ficlets done in advance. Maybe I should toss in a Sutcliff fic or two? (I briefly considered an Eagle fic for pinned down - there’s literally a scene in the book where Esca has to pin Marcus down to be cut open for surgery! - but I don’t think it’s whumpy enough if we already know it all goes all right.) Ooooh, or perhaps a Tortall fic. I feel I ought to branch out a bit from the MCU.

6. Dragged away. Natasha in the Red Room; Miss Underwood scolds her for having friends. )

A friend on Tumblr asked for a bit of Briarley fic (self-fic?) with the prompt “isolation,” so what could I write except a bit of my favorite mopy dragon brooding as he flies?

7. Isolation )

I replaced prompt 8 (stab wound) with the alternative prompt 10, Nightmare, and wrote a Code Name Verity fic, which got long enough that I’ve posted it over on AO3: Dreams in Damask. About once a year, Maddie dreams of walking with Julie in the garden with the damask roses.

9. Shackled. Dottie Underwood Red Room backstory. )

10. Unconscious. A tranquilizer dart knocks Steve unconscious, and he’s too heavy for Natasha to lift. )
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

No one has published Elizabeth Wein’s latest book Firebird in the United States, but [personal profile] littlerhymes kindly sent me a copy so I got to read it anyway, which is good because otherwise I might have expired from yearning because the book is about Soviet! women! fighter pilots! in World War II! and thus basically everything that I have ever wanted in a novel.

I liked the book, but spoilers )

I also read Penelope Farmer’s The Summer Birds, which I felt ambivalent toward until the end, spoilers again )

Then I got sick for a few days and needed something light to read, and Mary Stewart came to my rescue with Wildfire at Midnight. It’s not top-tier Mary Stewart, but even second-tier Mary Stewart is solidly satisfying, and just what I needed to cheer the dreary day.

What I’m Reading Now

I haven’t started anything new since I finished Wildfire at Midnight, because I’ve been indulging in schadenfreude over the internet meltdown about the last episode of Game of Thrones. People have been banging on for years about how this show is so “dark” and “morally complicated” and “realistic” and then it ended with the bad characters dead and most of the good characters alive and repenting of their sins like its a freaking Cecil B. DeMille epic. Did the showrunners trip and fall on a moral?

What I Plan to Read Next

I’m not sure! I’ve been looking longingly at my other Mary Stewart books, but there’s something to be said for parcelling them out over time as needed.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

Gabrielle Moss’s Paperback Crush: The Totally Radical History of ‘80s and ‘90s Teen Fiction is everything that I wanted Carolyn Carpan’s Sisters, Schoolgirls, and Sleuths to be: readable, fast-moving, funny, and aware of its inevitable incompleteness. There were simply too many books for teen girls published in the 80s and 90s for a single book to encompass them all, and Moss aims to map out the rough outlines of the territory while acknowledging that she does not, and could not possibly, mention every single book.

There were times when I wished her discussions of individual books were more in depth. For instance, she clearly adores Sweet Valley High, and mentions of it are threaded throughout the book, but she doesn’t get to delve deeply into any of the individual stories. But that would probably be more well-suited to a blog than a book in any case: a book has limited space, while a blog can go on and on with long entries for every single Sweet Valley book if the author wants.

What I’m Reading Now

I expected Ethel Cook Eliot’s Green Doors to be a book about fairies and childhood wonder, like her books The Wind Boy and The House in the Fairy Wood, but it is very much not. So far it seems to be… a romance, maybe? Certainly it’s about adults rather than children, although I suppose fairies might still show up. Will report back once I’m farther in the book.

I’m also reading Elizabeth Wein’s A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II is 1000% up my alley and the only problem with it is that no one has yet optioned it to adapt into a thrilling miniseries. Alternatively: Marina Raskova’s life would make an amazing biopic. Netflix! Are you listening?

Well, I do also feel that sometimes the writing is a little more simplified than the teen audience warrants, but this is a minor flaw outweighed by the sheer preponderance of heroic airwomen and also occasional silly shenanigans, like Lilya Litvak’s insistence on carrying a tiny posy on the dashboard of her plane as she flies combat missions. You do you, Lilya!

And I’ve begun Kay Armatage’s The Girl from God’s Country: Nell Shipman and the Silent Cinema, which is about actress/director Nell Shipman. It’s full of useful tidbits about the silent film industry. Did you know that in the early days people sold their film reels to distributors on 14th Street in New York for ten cents a foot? You’d just walk down the street with your reel under your arm till you found someone who’d buy.

What I Plan to Read Next

I meant to read Andrea Cheng’s final Anna Wang book, The Year of the Garden, but it’s been so busy at the library that I haven’t yet. (This also prevented me from getting any farther in Annie Barrows’ Nothing.) Next week!

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