Book 21: "Hold My Body Tightly, Wizard Who Unkills," by Lish McB. Oh dimming of history! Imbibing this book was so long ago. I was looking for funny and dark, and this did that trick, if in a mildly surfactant way. Fast food jobkid sinks in liquid up to his brain on account of surprising oncoming of wizardly unkilling ability, and chaos with both living and unliving follows. Much punning humor, which is a good thing, and darkly frothy. Look also at TV show iZombi*

Hot damn, a long way all of us swam through stars post-2018, at which point I last said bonjour in this location. My brain was variously uncouth, our world uncouth x 100, and I lost any will to stylus fluffy bookthoughts, though I did find it charming to do (and find it charming to look back at). I will try occasionally to do so again, I think, as yon gods allow. Also, holy fuck is it GOSH to look again on 2018, which I thought was fairly bad in its duration, but now looks so chill in comparison

Book 20: "A King's Child and a Clothing-Artist" by J. Wang. Outstanding visual story of a royal child brought up in boy-suits who also sports girl-glam, wants both pants and frills. Assisting him is a fabric-mod who supports his day vs. night looks, but also wants to work publicly. Kind kinship and loving positivity throughout, but no saccharining; such happylight pains! Author's infusing of honor and dignity in protagonists is so warming. In top 3 books this annum.

Book 19: "Built as a Crazy Quilt from Human Parts, a Construct in Baghdad" by A. Saadawi. During US occupation, constant killing in Baghdad, so it's straightforward to pick up body parts and stitch that bit to this bit. Boom! Living thing! Construct kills humans who kill his portions, but must maintain his form by taking additional chunks. Trail of complicity cannot finish: victim is criminal, criminal is victim. A moral compositing, both as book and as construct. Gnarly.

Book 18: "Dragon-lung-air" by Ursula V. Danny is a youthful, slightly obnoxious dragon who can't huff hot burning air and is always mildly troubling his good chum. Not my fav of U.V.'s books, but still humorous, and it has a swift fight with a furious potato salad that was most captivating. U.V. authors and draws animals not typically thought charming (frogs, squid, asps, snails) in ways that charm strongly, which is worthy of many props. Good for all kids!

Book 17: "A Study in Ruddy Lady-Humans" by S. Thomas. If that most famous killing-solving Mycroft-sibling was born a woman, how to function in misogynist Victorian London? How to apply brilliant skills and capability if nobody allows you to talk? A fun conundrum-book with an unflinching and truthful womanist foundation--good combo of jolly and thoughtful. "To marry any random man is gambling my full soul-duration." Good stuff; look away from bad bookfront.

It is also within a world of possibility that @jamspank may carry additional thoughts on this book, having only just cast orbs on it for Work Stuffs.

Show thread

Book 16: "Piping Human" by Jay A. Graphic storying of Dapply Piping Human of Hamlin. Soundproof girl subsists on nasty hardship till Tootling Dingus shows up to kick out rats and plot maliciously against townsfolk. Girl thinks "yay for this abrupt companionship!" but Fucknut Flautist just turns up abusing ways. Bad portrayal of non-audial humans (pix show girl turning away from lips, but still grabbing gist); soundproofing as plot motivator for harm and anguish. Not good.

Book 15: "This Citrus Ain't All, Mum" by J. W. Classic sapphic growing-up book: funny, odd, warm. J. W. has amazing wordskill, always. Portion-of-living story, gazing into a youth up in British North, with cult-clinging mum pinging about in passionful, spiky gloom during J.'s waking up. Grimly flavorful and caustically charming, with constant wit that sub-cuts harsh quality. Swift, worthy, and brilliant. Also look for J. W.'s "Why Go For Happy If You Can Go For Normal?"

This night, dallying at my library's infostation, I said "up yon stairs!" (traffic-cop hand-point) to astonishing amounts of parading youths looking for an unknown public policy class, additionally justifying my pay by loaning out a singular rubbing-out squishthing. Without my guiding, so many lost in stacks, so many sub-linings still touching bottoms of non-happing words. Hashtag so proud.

Book 14: "A Nonsympathy of Magicians" by Kat Howard. NYC magic aristocrats battling poshly for abstract ruling rights by hiring contractors to fry and zap in glam wizard bouts. Intriguing magicking follows, but lack of moral graying was a sticking point. Bad was bad right down, good was good right up, and a flattish story that was wanting of plumping up and circlifying out. Not total sandyspot, not fully gloomdark; sort of midfluff. Worth a chomp if it's your stooz.

Book 13: "Nurk" (actual biblionym!) by Ursula V. A small sunlight-happy molish animal thinks on his grandmum's badassing and longs for thrills of his own. Builds a boat and floats happily, charmingly in riparian joy until hazards pop up. Ursula V. (author of various funny, artful, mondogood books) is always scribbling and drawing brilliant stuff, mostly about cool animals smashing quotidian constraints. Also look at Fort Hangnail, Digging Wombat from this author/artist.

Book 12: "Shadow and Ossifying Marrow-Stick" by L. Bardugo. Girl has magical sun-skillz (AKA shiny in dark. Wow.), can sort of gnarl up baddos, and OMG SUCH SHOCK big DickWarlock(tm) wants to ill-control said magics. Kid's constant chorus for most of story: "Huh? Magic? Wuzzat?" Contrary to all data, protagonist nincompoops it up, avoids obvious truth at all costs just for no-point story-drama. Rolling my viscous sight-orbs for its duration. Irking, lazy, wanky.

Book 11: "Building an Apparatus for Cut-Loaf Burning" by Thomas T. Author works out how to smith, dig, and chip his way to hand-making world's most dubious-looking toasting tool. Whimsical at first (Tom also did a book about living as a goat, so this isn't his only oddity), but fascinating to think about just how much accumulating human ability must go into lightly browning a loaf. Finally, a hands-on criticism of capitalist thing-lust at cost of our own poor skyblob.

Book 10: "Station 11" by * St. John M. A post-apocalyptic acting group plays A Mid-July Night's Fantasy and various Wigglystick plays across post-Michigan, navigating survival and thinking of pasts both bad and good. Author kicks lung-nuts with this book: so human, so difficult, but I think top-archingly optimistic. Author's sympathy towards book-actors turn this away from worry of gloomporn; living is hard, Christ-culty fuckdingos loom, but hoping wins out.

Book 9: "Carry On" by Rainbow R. Proud and out HP fanfic with Draco crushing hard on Harry. This was a sunny sandspot book, but didn't work for my brain (shrank in proximity to "In Awayish Lands"). Romancing ok, but looks bi-phobic/oblivious ("I had a GF but if I want a BF am I gay? What can I call this? Dictionary has no word!"), and worldbuilding is just trusting you to think of Hogwarts. Funnish for light imbibing, but sadly frustrating. YMMV; a chum's fond of it.

Book 8: "A Big Fighty Animal and a Small Singy Animal" by K. A. Vasya, a girl in 14th-c Russia, talks with domovoi, non-Christian spirits. Family scowls: "Witch? Insanity? Marry or nun up and shut up!" Author confronts misogyny of social world without shrinking, but allows Vasya to grow as a human within constraints. A frustrating world to visit, but cathartic and uncompromisingly wrought; outploying of folkstory is truly shining. Big shoutout to uncommonly gnarly vampyr.

Now absorbing again Yon Sinistral Hand of Darkdusk by that mondordinarily brilliant Ursula K. L. Guin. On all occasions I crack xir works I fill up with total, crisis-fraught admiration. All is full of possibility, intricacy, unafraid philosophical and human inquiry. I bow down in that shadow.

Book 7. "A Long Way to a Small, Angry Skyblob" by B. C. Think of lost TV show Burningfly and its chorus of humans, but with a big galaxy of fascinating, fully-drawn non-humans, with origins and skyblobs. A singing drama among stars, but about individuality and companions, though not lacking smart complications. Good ship, good shipstaff, variosity and inclusion, thoughtful and original carry through. A galaxy worth plunging into. I think highly of this book and author.

Book 6. "That Body Is Who, Now?" by Dorothy L. S. I admit this has flit away from my mind slightly--alas, swift imbibing! Parts that stood out: jolly humor of that highcrust British sort, lack of dark and unhappy shadows, good using of words, unhaunting. Significant in history of "why this killing?" storykind, amusing and quippy, good for a bit of froth to unharm you. Admission, though: I swing towards Josy T. (Brat Farrar author) on top of Dorothy L. S. Both worthy.

Show older (Mark II)

Mastodon is a "FOSS" social sharing hub. A multi-host substitution for capitalistic platforms, it avoids risking a particular company monopolizing your communication. Pick a host that you trust — you can still talk with all hosts running Mastadon. Any individual can run a Mastodon instantiation and join in this social hub in a jiffy.