Books read November

I went on a bit of a sprint this month, reading some twenty books or so in an attempt to up my rate. For the first half of the month I actually managed a book a day, which slowed down a bit later on.

A Civil Campaign — Lois McMaster Bujold
Is this a rom-com or the most hard science fiction story Bujold has ever told? Both. Brilliant, but rereading it you know that dinner scene is coming, making it even more cringeworthy than the first time.

The Babylonians: An Introduction — Gwendolyn Leick
A very short textbook introduction to the Babylonians. Good to get a basic overview, but nothing more.

Empire of Bones — Liz Williams
An Indian outcast rebel queen is the sole contact for a highly advanced but even more stratified alien race.

I Shall Wear Midnight — Terry Pratchett
The last Tiffany Aching novel is not quite as good as the previous ones.

Diplomatic Immunity — Lois McMaster Bujold
Not really a necessary book, to be honest, as everything build up during Komarr and A Civil Campaign is lost for just another fun Miles romp.

Shards of Honor — Lois McMaster Bujold
The first Barrayar novel, introducing Aral Vorkosigan to Cordelia Naismith.

Barrayar — Lois McMaster Bujold
What happens when Cordelia went shopping during the Barrayarian civil war.

Surface Detail — Iain M. Banks
Banks’ latest Culture novel has a very unpleasant, but worryingly plausible scenario at its heart. What if technology progresses so far that it becomes possible to recreate whatever hell your religion has thought up in virtual reality?

The Warrior’s Apprentice — Lois McMaster Bujold
The first novel starring that little hyperactive git, Miles Vorkosigan. Failing his entrance exam for the Barrayarian army, Miles goes on holiday to Beta Colony and as one thing leads to another creates his own mercenary fleet and manages to end not just a foreign war, but also a complot against his own empire.

The Vor Game — Lois McMaster Bujold
Once again Miles has gotten into trouble on Barrayar, hides into his alternate persona of Admiral Naismith and manages to thwart yet another plot against Barrayar.

Brothers in Arms — Lois McMaster Bujold
Kept on Earth thanks to a failure in bureaucracy, Miles meets his clone brother Mark for the first time, as he is the target for another complex plot against the Barrayarian empire.

Borders of Infinity — Lois McMaster Bujold
A collection of three short stories, with some connective tissue.

Ethan of Athos — Lois McMaster Bujold
On Athos there are only men, no women, and when new egg stock needs to be bought for their uterine replicators it’s the somewhat naive Ethan send out to get them, only to run into a galactic complot

The Pocket Essential Philip K. Dick — Andrew M. Butler
A literary cheatsheet for the master of paranoid science fiction — evidence of his arrival amongst the literati.

Mirror Dance — Lois McMaster Bujold
Miles’ brother not his clone Mark returns, tries to borrow the Dendarii for his personal vendetta, fucks up royally and Miles has to save him — and then he’s killed and it’s Mark to the rescue…

Memory — Lois McMaster Bujold
And we’re done with Miles Vorkosigan, ending with the novel in which his entire life and career is destroyed, leaving having to rebuild it from the ground up.

The Quantum Thief — Hannu Rajaniemi
Charlie Stross mentioned this guy to me two years ago as the writer to watch; this is his first novel. It didn’t quite live up to the hype, but if you like cyberpunk space opera in the vein of Stross, Egan or Sterling, Rajaniemi will be right up your street.

The Ruin of the Roman Empire – James J. O’Donnell
An interesting view on the Fall of Rome, blaming not the socalled barbarians, but the emperor who thought to save the empire from them, Justinian I for the collapse of the Western empire.

Pride of Chanur — C. J. Cherryh
The first in one of Cherryh’s more lighthearted series still has her trademark method of putting her characters under enormous stress, as the crew of the Pride of Chanur has to deal with the strange hairless alien that has turned up on their ship.

Chanur’s Venture — C. J. Cherryh
The first sequel to Pride of Chanur.

Fingers crossed

So to recap: S. has been in hospital again since early July, after another nasty bout of infection, recovered enough by August to schedule an operation, we got married, she got another nasty infection while in hospital, another trip to the IC unit, a slow recovery through September and October, some uncertainty about rescheduling the operation and finally last Friday the news that it will go ahead, this Thursday. She’s scared stiff and I can’t blame her; her track record with operations, or recovery from there in this hospital has not been great, despite the best efforts and good will of everyone involved. The ioperation is intended to repair some of the damage done earlier and if it works, will mean she’s less vulnerable to infections as well as remove a source of chronic pain, both of which should aid her recovery and actually make it able for her to go home. A lot is riding on it, so you can imagine the extremes of hope and fear we’re going through, even apart from imagining what could wrong during the operation and its aftermath. We’ve been here before and we know that even if everything goes well, it will be a tough, hard slog, especially for S. herself of course.

On a lighter note, my youngest brother did something very sweet indeed and bought her an Ipad, as she could barely use even a netbook. The Ipad is brilliant for using in hospital when you can’t sit up properly or use a keyboard easily and all you want to do is read the papers. It has helped a lot by distracting her.

Wish us luck.

Shelf porn

a secret room for your comics

Comics Reporter today linked to the latest installment of shelf porn over at Robot 6, in which collectors show off their hobby rooms. This time it featured Rod Hendrickson who, as seen in the picture above, has created his own secret hideyhole behind his bookshelves — the ideal way to hide those ungainly long boxes full of comics pamphlets. It’s a great idea and if I had the money and more importantly, the room, I would do the same. Get myself a little library room, make it cozy and hide away all the not so nice books. But I’m afraid I don’t even have a walkin closet to my name and hence the vast majority of my collection is stored at my parents’ house. All I have at home are three narrow Billy bookcases, which together still manage to fit some 600 trade paperbacks and albums in though.

Rooting through the shelf porn archives is illuminating, as it shows how small my collection is — and how much worse S. could’ve had it. But it also shows that collections and graphic novels have largely taken over American comics collections; fifteen or even ten years ago many of the collections featured would’ve lots more floppies on display. I stopped comics collecting in June or July 2000, just fed up with it and back then it was all about buying the monthly issues. When I got back into it seriously this year, it had migrated to the trade paperback or hardcover collection. And there is something to say for seeing a whole row of Marvel Essentials in your bookcase, even if I still have a visceral preference for the humble pamphlet.

Seeing so many collections one after another with all those oversized, overpriced Absolute Editions and DC Archives and Marvel Masterworks and such grouped together in picture after picture, just makes me realise all the more how awful they are. I just don’t like them, they look glitzy and cheap and I’d rather have a cheaper, black and white Essential or Showcase edition every time. Also, if I ever do get my own comics library room, it needs to be more than just cheap bookcases stuffed full with books and loaded up with tsotchkes. It needs to be nice, with good, comfortable chairs, quality bookcases and a room that’s actually finished…

Books read October

I was going to read more this month, but my Essentials project got in the way. Unlike some bloggers, I don’t count comics towards my book reading. It just feels like cheating. So only four books this month, all science fiction or fantasy.

The Restoration Game — Ken MacLeod
Ken’s latest novel is as good as always, but somewhat of a departure from his last few, more philosophical perhaps.

Brass Man — Neal Asher
Another almost indecypherable Polity novel depending for its impact on a lot of prior knowledge on the part of the reader, knowledge I don’t have. It reminds me of first getting to grips with the Marvel Universe, the same hints about earlier stories being dropped, the same characters with unexplained backstories. I like that sort of thing, you may not.

The Ship of Ishtar — A. Merritt
A classic pulp fantasy story from 1924, long before Tolkien codified our expectations of that genre. Interesting to read, but every now and again needs effort to continue.

Komarr — Lois McMaster Bujold
The first book in a campaign to make up for my deficiencies in reading science fiction and fantasy written by women. A reread of the first Miles Vorkosigan novel I’d ever read. What struck me this time was how quietly feminist this book is, something I need to write about in greater detail.