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The Wolf Hunt - Gillian Bradshaw

A retelling of the Marie de France lai of Bisclavret (werewolf story). I absolutely loved this novel. 10/10. Enjoyment through the roof. I love Bradshaw in general - her Arthuriana is my favourite version - I've basically liked all the books I've read of hers, and this one is no exception.

The novel opens with Marie, a young heiress at a convent, being told her brother has died and that she needs to leave because the inheritance will fall to her next. Owing to the often complicated ties of personal loyalty that structured medieval life, and her personal feelings about breaking her word, she successfully escapes her escort of knights on their way to deliver her to a rival duke, and walks into the forest. In the forest she stumbles across a spring and a wolf napping there, which she scares off with a stick; she's then attacked by outlaws and rescued by Tiarnan, who is nearby. The outlaw and Tiarnan converse in Breton, which Marie doesn't understand at the time, but he uses the word "bisclavret", which turns out to be crucial later.

The plot is quite complicated - Tiarnan is one of Duke Hoel's favoured subjects, and although he is soon blissfully married to Eline, she convinces him to tell her his secret (vanishing for days into the forest). When he tells her he turns into a wolf, she is violently repulsed. She rejects the idea of annulment suggested by the only other person who knows Tiarnan's secret, a hermit, and asks her other previous suitor to steal the clothes and indefinable thing that Tiarnan leaves under a rock when he transforms, which traps him in the wolf form.

Marie's role is woven in well, as is Tiher, who is the cousin of Eline's other suitor Alain. The wolf, having been hunted and brought to bay, unable to outrun or escape the many relays of dogs and hunters, in desperation licks Duke Hoel's boot, and is taken alive as his pet. The account of the wolf's perspective both during and before the hunt are honestly a little harrowing. Tiarnan's consciousness isn't fully subsumed into the wolf, and the wolf is hungry, cold, and afraid. On top of all that is the human's fear, anger at his betrayal. Eline successfully petitions the king of France to be allowed to remarry immediately, and is reluctantly granted Tiarnan's manor and permission to marry. Although Tiarnan is loved by his dependents, they don't recognize him; Eline and Alain, on the other hand, do, and they try their best to kill him.

One ting I have always enjoy about Gillian Bradshaw's novels is her characterization. Without being mushy, a lot of them have noble personalities, often willing to do the right thing no matter what - and this works particularly well considering its basis in the medieval lay and the way art of this time was so centered around chivalry. Tiarnan tries to do the right thing, of course, but so does Marie. Although her escape attempt is eventually unsuccessful and she's recaptured, her quick thinking and ability to think ahead as soon as her first solution fails endeared me immediately. Her declaration at the gate as well as to Duke Hoel, upon being presented, is maybe a little foolhardy - I can certainly see the scene playing out differently, especially since Marie's only leverage is her noble standing, which isn't much when having a heiress as your ward presents such excellent opportunities. Even Eline, who is probably the most cruel, is portrayed sympathetically when it comes to her real revulsion to the wolf reveal - she feels unclean. I think her deliberate cruelty to trap him in wolf form, kill him, and have his estate as her spoils does push her firmly into an antagonist role. Alain is cruel too, but foolish. I also enjoyed a lot of the medieval life woven into this - Alain has a conversation with Duke Hoel, who is his lord, where Hoel advises him strongly to not be stupid: have a Breton speaker not a French bailiff, especially since the French one is already acquiring a reputation for cruelty and stealing; to not raise rents immediately upon inheriting a manor from a beloved former lord, despite what Alain says about rents on his father's land elsewhere being higher, etc. Alain, being a dolt, decides his own judgement is better, and having a weakness for new things and also afraid of Tiarnan's ghost, decides to plunge himself into debt buying horses, clothes, furniture, and so on. To do so, he doubles the price at the mill, and forbids his serfs to go elsewhere to grind grain. Alain's foolishness and unsteadiness - he runs off to try to reason with Eline and literally abandons his actual job of escorting Marie - is initially papered over because his cousin Tiher is there to steady and make excuses for him. As the novel progresses, Tiher - not handsome like Alain, but rueful and reasonably clever - rises in the Duke's estimation, and Hoel plans to grant him land as soon as he can.

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Passenger to Frankfurt - Agatha Christie

I hadn't realized this was a thriller instead of a mystery when I picked it up. I've read so many Christie mysteries and they're always great, and I can't say the same of this. It was published in 1970, so very recently, and starts in the Frankfurt airport. Sir Stafford Nye agrees to swap places with a strange woman who says she needs to get to England under a different identity, otherwise she'll be killed. He drinks the drugged glass willingly and after waking up, proceeds with his journey back to England, saying his passport is stolen. He is then dragged into some kind of secret agent plot alongside the strange woman, Renata Zerkowski/Mary Ann. This is where I had trouble. It's all about this world driven by conspiracy, where random movements of armaments, jewels, money, etc are all directed by this big worldwide organization. The youth are rising and are committing mass violence, backed by this shadowy organization headed by Big Charlotte. There's this insane storyline of Hitler not being dead, swapping places with a mental patient who believe he's Hitler; that he had a son in South America and now the son is the golden youth Siegfried, a gifted orator and in peak physical condition, the icon of the movement. It culminates in this climax where - after Stafford Nye's old great-aunt tells this Admiral about a scientist who was able to invent a drug to induce benevolence in people - the scientist and a bunch of governmental ministers assemble and try to convince the scientist to reconstruct his drug work. Lord Altamount is shot and this motivates the scientist to retrieve his supposedly destroyed notes, and work on them again. The novel ends with an epilogue where Stafford Nye marries the strange woman. I honestly didn't even realize this was the end of the book. The next page was headed Murder at the Vicarage (me, brain sluggishly firing: "isn't that the Miss Marple story Agatha Christie wrote? Is this some weird 4th wall break?") and as I paged further on I realized the rest of the ebook was just the endpapers with advertisements for her other books. Baffling. I went back and re-read the last two chapters. I guess Benvo, the drug, was successfully created and distributed, which created "permanent benevolence", a permanent change in people to whom the drug was administered, which stopped the riots. The young Siegfried is being invited to an English church to work as an organist.

What.

1970 is pretty near the end of Christie's career - Passenger to Frankfurt is her 40th novel, which is a huge accomplishment. So some slipping is honestly fair enough, she would have been 80 by then. I think it was conceived with an eye to the youth counterculture movement, but it's just so weird and detached. Most of the danger is conveyed via governmental ministers or (presumably) MI5/6 officers talking about unrest, which isn't exactly scary. Also, I had a hard time keeping all the names and employment straight. I'm really not looking for hard-hitting or grittiness in Agatha Christie, absolutely the opposite, but this was really muddled. It also indulges in what I think is the stupidest part of all conspiracy theories - the presumption that the shadowy leaders are actually competent. When I look at the broad-daylight operations of legitimate entities, who are able to recruit freely, audit, apply for legal/political help, etc, and see how many errors and problems they run into...imagine trying to do that secretly and perfectly. You are talking about organizations numbering in the thousands to do logistics alone, and perfect cooperation, perfect execution and secrecy, etc. But her next novel is Nemesis, which is actually quite good - it's a continuation of A Caribbean Mystery (itself quite good). I don't think I want to read any more of Christie's thrillers.
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Some short reviews of books I read. Also I would like to point out that a lot of these I did read for book club - if it's really low rated I probably read it for book club. Life is too short, I usually ditch stuff I don't like.

City of Bones - Martha Wells
review - 10/10 )

A College of Magics - Caroline Stevermer
review - 6/10 )

I read several books about the southwestern deserts - A Natural History of the Sonoran Desert by the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum and the North American Deserts by Edmund C Jaeger. Actually I guess I mostly just browsed the second, but the first was a whole collection of essays on all aspects of the Sonoran desert: the geology, weather, physics, and biological life, flora and fauna (reptiles, insects, fish, mammals, birds). Of course, I read the bird section with greatest interest, but a lot of the essays were very interesting and informative. I read it after I came back from Arizona, in true myself fashion, but that helped make the facts stick better and it was nice to re-visit some of the birds I saw.

Light from Uncommon Stars - Ryda Aoki
review - 4/10 )

Hickory Dickory Dock - Agatha Christie
review - 9/10 )

Hench - Natalie Zina Walschots
review - 7/10 )

OK I didn't get through as many as I wanted, more to come.
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I have fallen terribly down on reviewing books but one lesson I have finally learned is that it's better to still do stuff for partial credit than throw one's hands up and totally abandon it, so recent things I have read!

The Age of Cathedrals - Georges Duby
Published in 1981 by Duby, who is a famous French medievalist, the book covers 980-1420, so the period after which the Viking raids began to taper off up until the beginning of the Renaissance in Italy. I read this in translation.

I always find it tough to review non-fiction, since I usually rate fiction just based on enjoyment, but my interest in non-fiction is different. The book definitely reads very different from a book that might be published today, however. Some of the terminology reads very dated; at the beginning of the book Duby calls the society "primitive", which feels like terminology that we've moved away from. It's not wrong, exactly. Thinking about the agricultural infrastructure and technology, the paucity of written sources, etc, it's very different from later medieval periods.

I got quite bogged down in this also - there's an exhausting section in the middle about theology and I confess I have never cared about any theology. Reading about how much effort and medieval scholarship (as in scholarship during the middle ages) went into it just made me frustrated with how inadequately it was grappling with the problems it was trying to solve. It's not that I don't value things that are not rock-solid empirical research. But we're physical beings and many of our problems result from actual physical causes, it's frustrating to see the masters and students attempt to answer questions by trying to square their religious belief with the scraps of translated Classical knowledge - that is, mostly Aristotle. Instead of actually looking at the world around them and testing what they saw. Ahh, I know it's because I've received the legacy of the scientific method and it's much easier to see how valuable feedback can be employed once you can see the system, so I was taught the knowledge that many others had to put together and make coherent, but it's frustrating.

The book is also very French (and Paris) focused. It's hard to judge whether this is justifiable or not. I honestly think a lot of medieval scholarship is very English and French dominated, perhaps because I learned it in an Anglosphere context, or because of the patchiness of data that's available (the English manorial court rolls are especially useful and don't exist elsewhere). Sometimes when Duby kept going on about how Paris or Ile-de-France was so central to Gothic whatever, I wanted to roll my eyes, but OK. I'm sure English books are equally Anglo-centric. And to be fair to Duby, in later eras, as influential artistic things shift to the Italian peninsula, he does acknowledge that.

I did enjoy and find a lot of the book really illuminating though, in drawing conclusions about the way art was made, by whom, in whose interests and how it was guided by those who commissioned it, the way this changed, and so on. I liked that Duby also occasionally said that there were some questions we couldn't answer because there simply wasn't evidence - things like the beliefs of the Cathars/Albigensians are hard to interpret, because their writing was destroyed and of course, the reports of them are all from the orthodox Christianity.

I found this book quite difficult to read in general. I think I'm a very strong reader (lol) and I'm interested in medieval history and this was in English. I honestly think it's the translation from French and some of the dryness of how Duby treated the subject, and finally, some of my unfamiliarity. For example some of his citations were tough to read (I am complaining about French translations but Latin is definitely worse) and/or I had never read them, so the references to Dionysius the Aeropagite I just had to kind of mentally move past, because I've never actually read his writing. I eventually started a strategy of deciding to read X number of pages to make progress, something that I have never done - I usually just like reading, so it's not like an effort is really required.

Death at the Bar, Death in Ecstasy, Surfeit of Lampreys - Ngaio Marsh
Started a Ngaio Marsh kick and this Death at the Bar is my favourite of the three I've read so far. Marsh seems to go for very public murders in her novels - the others like Artists in Crime, Death in Ecstasy, Surfeit of Lampreys - all have their victims perish within actual eyewitness-view or in earshot. The victim in this one is murdered when playing a round of darts as the lights flicker in a storm, and succumbs to cyanide poisoning.

Honestly I'm not into mysteries for the mysteries. I don't really care and I'm usually reading too fast to think about it; I often read these in 1 or 2 sittings. I'm into the characters, the setting, and the prose . I've come to realize my favourite era of English prose is somewhere in the early 20th century. I'm not sure what it is - I enjoy Victorian prose, too, and I've read reams of modern stuff, of course, and liked a ton of that. But somehow the stylings of the 20th century really hit that sweet spot. This is a long way of just saying I really enjoy reading about Alleyn and Fox and the inter-war setting and all that. Death at the Bar has an amazing scene near the end where Fox is poisoned and Alleyn flips out and orders the roomful of suspects downstairs to stay there or be arrested for murder, and drags the pubmaster (where they're staying) upstairs to help save Fox. Look, I'm just very into competence, OK. Also Alleyn keeps calling Fox nicknames like Foxkin, and it's adorable. I enjoy the recurring characters very much.

I found Lampreys to be the weakest of the three, even though it's her tenth, and she definitely improved as she went along. I think it's maybe because I never quite liked any of the Lampreys, despite the POV character in the beginning being Roberta, who is enamoured of them. Also, I did say I don't care that much about the mystery, but I do feel it often chickens out if the murderer in a sea of gentry turns out to be a servant.
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Hello flist! I post so sporadically now - I've become one of those people that apologizes for this! But I am resolved to post book reviews this year of everything I read (that is not embarrassing, lol) that I finish.

My First Summer in the Sierra by John Muir

Nonfiction, journal. John Muir was a great lover of the natural world and the American Sierra especially, and the founder of the Sierra Mountain Club. It was pretty wonderful to read this. He was asked by a friend to assist moving sheep up to mountain pasture in Yosemite, accepted with great joy, and wrote a few paragraphs or pages every day.

You can absolutely read the love and wonder and delight he took in the natural surroundings in every entry he writes. He observes the clouds, and describes the rivers and streams, and notes down the little animal life and big animal life alike, from squirrels to bears. He catalogues and notes the botany too - the flowers and shrubs and trees - and there is much to observe as they move the sheep from the dry California scrub up through the greener mountain shoulder up till they start to thin out again from the altitude. He is just so full of admiration and joy, and it never ceases, it's refreshing to read.

I also enormously enjoyed his anecdotes of the people and the sheep especially. Sheep are pretty stupid and his accounts, interspersed here and there between the observation of Yosemite, of how he and the shepherd struggle to get them through various difficulties is both wry and hilarious. He doesn't have the money to just hare off into the mountains and bring enough supplies, so he jumps at these chances, but I wish I could read an entire book of John Muir's anecdotes about shepherding or something. They were so entertaining! 8/10



The Art of Theft by Sherry Thomas

Mystery, historical fiction. This is the fourth book in Thomas's Lady Sherlock series. Charlotte Holmes pretends that her brother is an invalid and acts as his speaker and his eyes and ears, but of course it is her doing all the analysis, with some help from Mrs Watson. Charlotte is from a middle class family who wants to social climb, and Charlotte deliberately ends up ruining her reputation and getting away.

The books have one central mystery but the overall characters progress, we learn more about what's going on. I found that this one was easier to get into, and I liked the resolution of the plot. I do kind of forget how the different relationships are twisted though - I know the ACD canon very well and between books, forget how certain characters are related or who is who and what's a nod to what (there are Stapletons - no relation or association to Baskerville for example). And I found Thomas's writing sometimes really great and the conceits great - I enjoy Charlotte's conception of Maximum Tolerable Chins - but sometimes it falls short. I don't know. Maybe I've read too many of her books. I still think the romance is the strongest part.

Also, I think that the Lady Sherlock books must take place in the same universe as some of her other books. Miss Redmayne is studying to be a doctor - I think she is the fully-fledged physician that tends to Lady Helena. 7/10



Early Riser by Jasper Fforde

Post-apocalyptic, satire. In this future, the planet has gotten very cold, and to cope, humans hibernate - but not well. Some just never wake again, or they will partially wake and wander around like zombies. But it's not a planet of howling winters like Hoth with no infrastructure - it's one with a lot of corporate wealth at stake. Morphenox, a drug that mostly makes sure you survive the winter (except for that pesky zombifying thing), is manufactured by a massive pharmaceutical company.

I have so many thoughts about this novel. I'm actually having trouble getting them out because I have so many.

1. Jasper Fforde didn't write a book for...several years, before this came out. Before this, I think he wrote one a year. As someone who checked his website periodically to see when the Shades of Grey sequel would come out (please Fforde, you left us on a cliffhanger!) he actually writes he had an inexplicable and distressing period where he apparently just didn't write. And about this novel, that he sat down to try to write something that he eventually realized was not him - he tried to write something that was someone else, so he had to slash and rewrite it many times, and put himself back into it. He certainly does wry post-apocalyptic absurdity, but he does it with his own humour (this last clause is my thoughts, not what he said). And he also mentions that it's very anvilicious, but that there are times you just have to. This is just after 2016.

2. I can see all of that. Personally, I love Fforde's comic absurdity - I like absurdity generally, and I find his to be very entertaining. I absolutely love the weird (and impossible) inventions. But I felt the ending was weirdly not grim enough. It's a deeply messed up world - Morphenox's motto of equality in sleep is obviously undercut by the fact that only the rich can afford it (and to make it through the winter), plus the fact there's a small chance you'll become braindead and then treated as not-a-human and reassigned to the menial or dangerous tasks that no one wants to do, free slave labour. The book's obviously in response to our current problems; there are some books you don't need publishing metadata to know when it was published. The world has cooled almost catastrophically instead of warming. But all the other things of the world, the social parts, are still there. There are still huge corporations which may have started as small operations and for the benefit of others, but which have taken on a life of their own and become this juggernaut crushing anyone and everyone in the pursuit of expansion and profit. There's all the weird fairy tales and urban legends that spring up among a community, except centered very tightly around Winter. There's collateralized debt. There's much larger infrastructure around adoption and foster homes, because if there's a high risk of death every year obviously there'll be shifts.

3. However, I do know Shades of Grey pretty well and that familiarity made me more aware, I think, of the similarities between the two. There's a very similar protagonist in Eddie (SoG) and Charlie (ER). The baffling society that both operate in - though I suppose SoG's is governmental and ER's is corporate - also ring similarly. I mention it mostly because I find this kind of thing to be incredibly distracting, but I'm not sure it actually bothers other people. I don't mind this in a series, and in fact am quite happy to accept it then, but when authors or other artists create separate works and it still makes me think always of their other work, it distracts me a lot.

4. I do really enjoy all the wordplay that Fforde always brings. The Winter exerts an incredibly strong pressure on the society (maybe too strong - I mean this in a Doyalist way). Therefore there are different despised social roles, for example. Those who don't sleep through are seen as drains on society's resources, as they burn more in food while others are sleeping, they're Winsomniacs. Or there are nomads that exist outside of the general society (Womads). So many new terms, all winterized. I find them extremely entertaining, though in the beginning as they were being introduced in rapid succession, somewhat overwhelming. I still think even a society so shaped by Winter would still have new words that do not refer to winter so overtly, though.

5. It's set in Wales and Fforde has a nice selection of photos on his site about it, plus extra contextual information on how he reversed a lot of the Beeching cuts, though of course the train doesn't run in the winter. You only realize about 75% of the way through that they're not speaking English but Welsh (I enjoyed this) and also that's when you find out the Villains, which I had mentally grouped in a class like Womads, also outside of the general society, are English. I'm not sure what to say, except that's definitely very pointed, but Fforde can do what he wants. It was pretty entertaining though.

Overall, 8/10. The similarities to SoG just bothered me otherwise it'd have been higher.



How-To by Randall Munroe

Nonfiction, humour. This is I think Munroe's third book, and it's his book about how to do things just taken to hilarious extremes. After all, you can always just add a few more zeros to your input values!

I love xkcd and Munroe and absolutely loved this book. xkcd is a very long running series with a lot of content, and I think you can get a good sense of who Munroe is as a person from it - endlessly curious, willing to dig into the guts of things to find information, unabashedly interested in space and physics and robots and the natural world altogether, plus sf/f, and also, honestly, kind. He also has a pretty deadpan kind of humour too - the kind that looks at moon-sized-balls-of-moles and goes "huh". And that comes across very well here. It's never dry, even though it includes plenty of equations and stuff so you can follow along with the math.

I also admire Munroe's research. He often tries to model complex scenarios - not unusual - but also weird and funny ones, so there are a lot of calculations (including on xkcd/what-if) that are footnoted with approximations from a random obscure paper, because that was the closest he could get. There's an absolutely amazing chapter where he basically calls up Chris Hadfield, the astronaut, and asks him dozens of very specific scenarios to hear what Hadfield would recommend in order to land yourself safely. It was just so cool to read about and Hadfield has definitely put a huge amount of thought into it - he was a test pilot first, and has enormous amounts of experience in just this subject, and it's an absolutely fascinating interview. Seriously, worth the price of admission alone.

Also absolute gems are the sports chapter. Like I said before, it's pretty easy to slide into being derisive about things you don't like and care about, but Munroe isn't - he just adds his own twist on how sports might work. It ends up with estimates about the Rohirrim's charge through orcs. Really, overall great. 10/10



Field Manual For the Amateur Geologist by Alan Cvancara

Nonfiction, geology/science. I picked this up as well as another short introduction, because I don't know much about geology and it was sort of becoming more apparent as I was learning more about paleontology. Fossils are rock!

I can't rate it on how accurate it is, being a complete amateur. Cvancara goes through the various landforms and how they are molded - by the plate tectonics, or wind, or waves, or rivers, or glaciers - as well as rock type (my head spins, there are too many, can't we just crush up a sample and just mass-spectrometer it or something). Then, he also has a few interesting chapters like "how to start a rock collection" (be alert, be ethical, organize it in some way for heaven's sake), or "how to pan for gold" (fascinating), "broadly how petro-geologists look for oil" and such. I felt he didn't define terms enough sometimes and wasted it on instead including pronunciation guides on words that are pretty common - seriously, I'd rather you just gave a definition. It's quite compact - there's a lot of ground covered in not much space.

I also have new admiration for geologists. So many of the formations seem so similar at first glance and even at second or third glances. Plus, and this must be so aggravating, when you are interested in the rock underlying us, so much of the world is overlaid with soil and plants (sometimes thickly, in forests) and also human infrastructure - so you can't exactly peel them off and see underneath it. Cvancara advises you to look for anywhere the ground is cut into, like by a river or even in a man-made cut, like the passes blown through rock to make highway roads straight.

Also! This book was published in the 1990's and it is so 90's in so many ways. He helpfully includes detail to help you get more information. For example, send off to this PO box by mail to get maps. There's no mention whatsoever of GPS or satellites. And the naming of the geological ages - which I am at least slightly familiar with - are a little different, reflecting the changes that have been made in the intervening 30 years to the GTS. It was pretty entertaining! 8/10

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