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Treasure Fox; Come Life; Evil Escapement
Jul. 12th, 2013 11:56 pmHere Come the Brides!, edited by Audrey Bilger and Michele Kort
This is a collection of mostly essays but also some comics and photographs about lesbian weddings. For the most part the essays are personal; for the most part they are also hugely enthusiastic, although there's also a section where people explain why they, themselves, are very uncomfortable with the idea of being married. I was surprised by how intensely schmoopy I felt while reading this book. (I expected the schmoopy, just not for it to be turned up to 11.)
(92)
Lust for Life, by Jeri Smith-Ready
Ennnnnh. Still good narrative voice but the plot lost me. Way too deus ex machina.
(93)
Mr. Fox, by Helen Oyeyemi
Oh my gosh, I loved this book so much. Maybe more than anything else I've read so far this year? Definitely in the top handful. Twisty and beautiful and sharp-toothed, and everything resolves perfectly at the end, without resolving at all. <3 <3 <3. <3 <3. I'mma reread it soon. And various persons should count themselves lucky I didn't actually make them listen to the last two chapters on Skype. Unless, I suppose, any of you would actually LIKE me to read you the last 2 chapters on Skype. In which case, let me know, eh?
(94)
Evil for Evil, and The Escapement, by K.J. Parker
Oh, man. These books wrecked me. Particularly close readers *might* just possibly remember that I've read the first book in this trilogy, Devices and Desires, several times, and that I've occasionally accused it of being My Platonic Book. I love it so. These ones are equally tightly plotted and they rise to absolute brilliance regularly. And yet. And yet. They are so heartbreakingly sad. I found myself, at the end, telling myself consolingly that I wasn't meant to *believe* this story's thesis about the world; instead, I was meant to react against it, and in so doing formulate my own more joyous and less desperate conclusions. Whatever the intent, I loved these. Fucking K. J. Parker, man; there's no one else like her.
(95, 96; O9, O10)
Treasure Island!!!, by Sara Levine
This was... mostly appalling? And yet unputdownable? And occasionally quite funny? And less frequently, touching? It's a very weird book, andbut I liked it.
(97)
This is a collection of mostly essays but also some comics and photographs about lesbian weddings. For the most part the essays are personal; for the most part they are also hugely enthusiastic, although there's also a section where people explain why they, themselves, are very uncomfortable with the idea of being married. I was surprised by how intensely schmoopy I felt while reading this book. (I expected the schmoopy, just not for it to be turned up to 11.)
(92)
Lust for Life, by Jeri Smith-Ready
Ennnnnh. Still good narrative voice but the plot lost me. Way too deus ex machina.
(93)
Mr. Fox, by Helen Oyeyemi
Oh my gosh, I loved this book so much. Maybe more than anything else I've read so far this year? Definitely in the top handful. Twisty and beautiful and sharp-toothed, and everything resolves perfectly at the end, without resolving at all. <3 <3 <3. <3 <3. I'mma reread it soon. And various persons should count themselves lucky I didn't actually make them listen to the last two chapters on Skype. Unless, I suppose, any of you would actually LIKE me to read you the last 2 chapters on Skype. In which case, let me know, eh?
(94)
Evil for Evil, and The Escapement, by K.J. Parker
Oh, man. These books wrecked me. Particularly close readers *might* just possibly remember that I've read the first book in this trilogy, Devices and Desires, several times, and that I've occasionally accused it of being My Platonic Book. I love it so. These ones are equally tightly plotted and they rise to absolute brilliance regularly. And yet. And yet. They are so heartbreakingly sad. I found myself, at the end, telling myself consolingly that I wasn't meant to *believe* this story's thesis about the world; instead, I was meant to react against it, and in so doing formulate my own more joyous and less desperate conclusions. Whatever the intent, I loved these. Fucking K. J. Parker, man; there's no one else like her.
(95, 96; O9, O10)
Treasure Island!!!, by Sara Levine
This was... mostly appalling? And yet unputdownable? And occasionally quite funny? And less frequently, touching? It's a very weird book, andbut I liked it.
(97)
