August 20th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] miss_s_b at 11:00am on 20/08/2017
August 19th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] white_hart at 09:12am on 19/08/2017 under , ,
In The Vor Game, Miles Vorkosigan has graduated from the the Imperial Military Academy and is taking - or trying to take - the first steps in his military career, steps which are seriously hampered by Miles's tendency to be the best strategic mind in the room and to know it. Instead of managing to fit in to life as a junior officer, Miles solves a mystery, joins a mutiny and ends up stopping an interstellar invasion fleet.

Having taken several tries to actually get into Bujold, I'm now very much enjoying working my way through the Vorkosigan saga; so far, they've all been enjoyable and entertaining and comforting without being fluffy. They may have many of the trappings of standard military SF, but they're really character-driven novels whose military setting is almost incidental. Bujold's characters are delightful and well-rounded, likeable but realistically flawed and sometimes exasperating; in this novel, Miles is continuing to grow and learn from his experience and his fairly frequent mistakes and misjudgements (despite an amazing talent for turning every situation to his advantage he is clearly very young, very inexperienced, and far from perfect), and I particularly loved Gregor, the young Emperor of Barrayar, resenting the weight of the crown he has worn since early childhood and trying to work out who he is and how to be his own person within the limitations of his role. The exploration of what makes a leader, and what it means to be Vor - a member of Barrayar's hereditary military/aristocratic class - is a big part of what makes these books not-fluff for me; they may be fun, but they're also interesting and thought-provoking.

I note that The Vor Game won the Best Novel Hugo*, which surprised me a little, as although I enjoyed it a lot the plotting isn't terribly tight and it doesn't have the "doing something new and interesting" feel I tend to expect from Hugo winners (even if "new and interesting" in 1990 was rather different from "new and interesting" now, it isn't doing anything very different from The Warrior's Apprentice). It's still great fun, though, and probably more enjoyable than many "new and interesting" but more serious books.

*"at the time when good writing and plot were more important than political leaning", says one Goodreaders reviewer, who has clearly failed to spot that the novel has a disabled protagonist, at least two prominent LGBT characters (to be fair, Aral's bisexuality is pretty much blink-and-you'll-miss-it, but Bel Thorne isn't) and more than one woman in typically male command roles.
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posted by [personal profile] miss_s_b at 12:11pm on 19/08/2017
Marks and Spencer and the National Autistic Society have launched a school uniform range aimed at the parents of autistic children. Note that I say aimed at the parents of autistic children, rather than aimed at autistic children. All the blurb is to do with how easy it is to put on, and how hardwearing it is. The subtext is that it's designed for kids who can't dress themselves. This is clearly aimed at parents.

The other way you can tell that actually autistic people were not involved in this is that if you ask any autistic person what is most important for them in clothing they will tell you it's the fabric it's made of. Many autistic people have comorbid eczema, and a lot of those that don't have sensory issues, which mean that fabric and texture are hugely important in clothing. Something that is in contact with your skin all day needs to be made of something non-irritating; that almost always means 100% natural fibres. Cotton, or bamboo, or silk, or modal. Sometimes wool, but sometimes not. NEVER SODDING POLYESTER. And some of the clothes in that M&S range are 65% polyester. And of course it's very wearying that the only clothing specifically designed to be worn by autistic people is school uniform, because nobody of above school age is autistic, and no autistic child ever wears non-uniform clothing. AND they've "removed pockets for comfort". I have never known an autistic person who didn't want MORE pockets, as long as they are made from 100% natural fibre too.

So what would clothing for autistic people actually look like? Well, from the conversation on twitter today:
  1. Clear, obvious fabric labelling on the rack/shelf. While most of us just want everything 100% cotton, some of us prefer other natural fabrics like linen, and some actively prefer viscose or modal. Some of us can cope with silk or wool, some can't. Every single one of us, though, would like to see fabrics clearly, obviously labelled on the rack, without having to go hunting through the clothes for a tiny illegible care label.

  2. No polyester. Not even a little bit. Not ever. No, not even in linings.

  3. Linings are important! Linings are the bit that is actually in contact with your skin, so they need to be all natural fibres too. Note, though, that this does not mean you can take a garment made out of something horrible and line it with cotton and it will be OK - outer fabrics need to be touchable too.

  4. Care labels to be made of the same fabric as the clothing, not scratchy plastic.

  5. Elastic to be covered with the fabric the clothes are made of, not left to be in contact with your skin.

  6. Flat seams! Or even NO seams!

  7. For Cthulhu's sake, SOMEBODY make some bras we can wear! It is really, really, incredibly difficult to get hold of cotton bras, to the extent that I have considered making my own. And even if/when you DO find them, they are covered in non-cotton frills and lace and fripperies. And have stupid care labels made of plastic right in the middle of your back.

  8. Comfort and fit are much much more important than being on trend. I saw an article the other day that low slung waist trousers are coming back into fashion and actually cried.

  9. Moar pockets, on everything, especially women's clothes - but again, made of the same fabric as the actual clothing

  10. Stop saying things are "cotton touch" or "cotton feel" or "cotton rich". All this does is bugger up searching for cotton things. And actually, make your website searchable by fabric. That would be amazing.
And a clothing store for autistic people?
  1. Would be lit sensibly, not with migraine-inducing lighting.

  2. Would have the afore-mentioned obvious, clear clothing labels on the shelf/rack.

  3. Would sort by size and colour as well as style.

  4. Would have assistants that wait to be approached rather than badgering you the second you enter the shop.

  5. Would not have music at all (many many autistic people love music, but find music that they don't like intensely irritating; whatever music you play some of us will like and some won't) and would ideally have sound baffling so that other people's conversations are not intrusive.

  6. Would open from (say) 12 till 8, rather than 9 to 5. Autistic people are more likely than others to have odd sleep patterns and/or working hours.
Now, if some kind banker or venture capitalist would like to give me a wad of cash to make this a reality... And to M&S and the NAS... I do appreciate that you're trying, and I don't wish to appear ungrateful, but if you consulted any actually autistic people in fomulating that clothing range it's not immediately obvious. Please, please, bear in mind the priorities of actually autistic people, not the parents of autistic children, when making clothing that the autistic people are actually meant to wear. Remember the phrase: nothing about us without us. Thank you.
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posted by [personal profile] flick at 10:19am on 19/08/2017 under
The day after we got back from Helsinki, I was mucking out Bugsy's stable when I heard a lot of chirping and noticed that there were swallows flying around.

Having raised their first clutch, they've built a second nest. This one is in the rafters above the tack room (and, thankfully, above an open area of floor rather than anything that will take harm from having bird poo all over it!), which they're accessing by flying into Bugsy's stable and through the roof space.

I'm glad they're doing so much better this year!
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posted by [personal profile] miss_s_b at 11:00am on 19/08/2017
August 18th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] rosefox at 02:48pm on 18/08/2017 under , ,
My body: A tiny bit of post-nasal drip leading to slight throat soreness, probably just allerg—


My body: —look, forget i said anything, okay?

I refuse to get sick. REFUSE. R E F U S E. J has had a horrid cough for a week and is on antibiotics and prednisone (when they prescribe prednisone to the guy with insomnia, you know it's bad), X is wrapping up a course of antibiotics for a throat infection, and J had to do that for his own throat infection last month. So far I've been fighting off all the respiratory bugs Kit brings home from daycare, but I don't take my ability to do that for granted. And I can't take most antibiotics without serious mood effects because apparently I depend on my gut flora for emotional management, so I have to be extremely diligent about my preventive care.

I'm going to go have spicy curry for lunch and drink some ginger honey tea. Fuck off, germs.
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Earlier this year, D and I decided to make our main 'holiday' of the year three festivals in a row, over two weeks. Yes, we are mad. I'm pleased to say we survived this, and over the next few days/weeks I will be sharing my experiences of mud, music and mayhem.

If – as sometimes happens – we only get to one festival, by choice it would be WOMAD (short for World Of Music Arts and Dance). This is partly for the vibe, which is friendly, if a little worthy in places, but mainly for the music, which is always extraordinary and massively varied.

This year WOMAD's main arena area had a new layout, which we observed on first entering from the (considerable) heights of the (also new) big wheel. The stages form a fat crescent separated by stalls and eating/drinking establishments, each stage angled so its sound doesn't interfere with adjacent ones. About half of them are open air, half in large tents. On Friday we managed to work our way round the stages in a clockwise direction, kicking off the festival with a performance by the New York Theremin Society in a tent set up to have the best sound quality possible in a field, which I refer to as the Aural Sex or Sonic Attack tent (depending on on who's playing in it). We then caught another couple of acts, both good and very different (Brazilian jazz and Sicilian trancey folk) before approaching the main stage where the beat caught my feet and did not let go for the whole set of mambo-anarchists Orkesta Mendoza.

Back to a stage we'd already visited for more jazz, this time African influenced then into the Siam tent (always our favourite place) where we had a psychedelic experience courtesy of masked Swedish weirdoes Goat, then a surprisingly chilled Greek experience courtesy of Xoas (one member of whom played a set of pipes which appeared to have been made from a whole goat, aptly enough) and finally some chilled jazz from one of the members of Dave's favourite band, Snarky Puppy. (This used up my quotient of jazz acceptence for the weekend.)

Saturday we blew the cobwebs out with the Dhol Blasters. They were playing in the Arboretum; WOMAD has addition stages, art installations, activities and random musical instruments scattered through the manicured woodland outside the main arena area, something few festivals can boast of. From there to the Siam tent for one of my festival highlights. I first heard Hannah Peel a few weeks ago on Six Music, and she stopped me in my tracks. My responses to music tend to be based on rhythm – I'm all about the dance – but something about her ethereal synthetic sounds married with the surprisingly subtle wind instruments of Tubular Brass (who do what it says on the tin: they're a brass band who play Tubular Bells) speaks to something else deep inside me. Before the band played their signature track she played most of her upcoming album 'Journey to Cassiopeia' and, at the risk of sounding pretentious, the music pierced my soul and flooded it with cosmic light. I stood there with tears of rapture streaming down my face, my mind well and truly blow (and no, I was not under the influence of anything more mind-altering than a pint of real ale). The only problem with this transcendental experience was that it spoiled me for the next few acts – an African super-band and some tech trance in the Aural Sex tent that D blissed out to but I, having used up all my bliss, couldn't connect with, and so went to a dance workshop instead.

As evening – and rain – fell we left the main arena, passing an outing of wizards from the Unseen University, complete with utterly ridiculous beards and pointy hats. We headed for 'Drink the World' (as we call it), which is a wine bar opposite the 'Taste The World' stage, that being where artists talk about music and food and cook a favourite dish live on stage - another unique WOMAD thing I suspect. Over a bottle of Tasmanian fizz we discussed our evening plans: originally we'd been up for seeing Afro-Celt Sound system (who we've seen before) and Toots and the Maytals (who we hope to see at a later festival) but the rain was setting in, so instead we decamped to Molly's Bar.

Molly's is actually yet another stage (WOMAD has a lot of stages – great for choice but you always miss a lot!) but is undercover with its own bar, and from about 9pm it's one huge party. If you have been overdosing on worthiness and/or bliss, Molly's will bring you back down to earth and I kind of needed that. This Saturday night was enlivened by the unreconstructed blues rock outfit Johnny Cage and the Voodoo Groove – who had ::sigh:: semi-naked female dancers, though in fairness half the blokes in the band had removed their shirts by they end of the set – and a favourite local band who we've seen many times, Smerin's Anti-Social Club. I was in the mood for gin – and had some on me as it happens - but as Molly's only had crap tonic I braved the rain to visit the adjacent 'Lunched Out Lane' (named after the 'Lunched Out Lizards' cafe, where chai and dub is available 24 hours a day) and purchased a summer cooler smoothie, with added guarana for energy, then added my gin to that. We partied hard and stayed up late.

We didn't get up that early on Sunday. While Dave went in search of his usual WOMAD breakfast of kedgeree from the Goan Fish Curry stall I lounged around the tent and listened to Radio Womad to get an idea of what bands were coming up. We started with some science because there's even a tent for that in the Arboretum (so perhaps it should be WOMADS); we found out more about theremins, and though only the kids in the audience actually got to play them, Dave asked several questions, and now wants one of his own.

Thence to watch the Taiko drummers, where Dave managed to fall asleep, which was no mean feat considering how loud they are. We then drifted around in what had turned into a lovely day, until a shower had us running for the Siam tent where we caught the second half of a performance by the Whirling Dervishes of Damascus. Later, also there, we saw the highlight of the day, a band called '!!!' (pronounced chuk-chuk-chuk) who are actually from New York, and are a bit like Talking Heads with a lot of added profanity, and funk; at one point the lead singer lost his radio mic down his underpants and had to get a roadie to bring a replacement. During their gig we noticed that a change that had come over the penguin-on-a-stick (WOMAD, not being covered by TV or massively crowed, isn't a place for ostentatious flags, but the penguin is there every year, on his stick) – he had obviously enjoyed the dervishes as he now had a skirt made out of paper napkins and had had his stick adapted to allow him to whirl, or at least twirl.

As the evening was fine we returned to Drink the World, and did in fact drink their last bottle of Tasmanian fizz. As an added bonus, the Spooky Men's Chorale were doing a cookery demo on the 'Taste the World' stage next door. We've seen this Australian close irony group (that's close harmony singing, with irony; lots of irony) many times but to see them cook was … quite something. As the evening drew on we found ourselves back in Molly's, where we finished the festival with a brilliant set from the Ska Vengers (Indian ska with a social conscience – only at WOMAD!).

Not that the festival was finished with us … we awoke deep in the night to the sound of a rousing chorus of Bohemian Rhapsody, as sung by several hundred drunk people in nearby Molly's bar, just before the music stopped. Because this was WOMAD, they were all singing in tune. And because this was WOMAD various campers joined in from their tents, including us.

weather, fashion and culinary notes

We made great use of D's real-time rain radar app, and stayed dry through various sharp but brief showers until Saturday night, when the site developed avenues of Festival Mud (a variation on type 4, for those familiar with my Taxonomy of Mud from Plokta). It mainly dried out on Sunday.

Food news: Halloumi is the new falafel. Pretty much every stall did an 'add Halloumi' option, with one veggie-burger stall advising punters to 'Join the Hallouminati'. I even had Halloumi curry.

Fashion news: Sparkly is IN. I'm generally a fan of sparkly, though I can't help thinking that those men who went for glitter beards regretted their decisions later. Also, while I defend a man's right to wear what he wants, very few men – hell, very few people of any gender – can carry off sparkly fish-scale leggings.

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posted by [personal profile] liv at 12:04pm on 18/08/2017 under
That was not the Worldcon I would have liked; I'd hoped to do as several of my friends did, and travel overland and explore some of the region. Or at least to really get immersed in the con itself. And I'd have liked a proper holiday with my partners and their children, which hasn't really happened this year though we've had a few short breaks.

In reality I was only able to go for the long weekend. I spent an eye-watering amount of money on a trip that didn't quite work for me, between flights, accommodation, Worldcon membership (when I actually only ended up attending for half a day), and just general living expenses in a not very well planned trip to an expensive city. It feels churlish to complain about being in a position to spend a bit too much on a less than perfect trip, and in many ways it was good, just not quite what I'd hoped for.

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posted by [personal profile] miss_s_b at 11:00am on 18/08/2017
August 17th, 2017
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It's my late night at the office. I videocalled home to say goodnight to the baby. They were tired, so after a while they waved bye-bye. I said "Okay, Kit, bye-bye! I love you!" and signed love you.

And they signed love back.

Me: [tears]
X: [tears]
Kit: [earnestly signing love at the camera]

My baby told me they love me. I'll just be here in a little melted puddle forever.
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posted by [personal profile] juliet at 02:28pm on 17/08/2017 under , , ,

Mirrored from Juliet Kemp.

Here is a list of the recs I picked up from various panels I attended at Worldcon. (These are likely not complete, but they’re the ones that I wrote down.)

In Defense of the Unlikeable Heroine:

  • We Who Are About To – Joanna Russ

Non-Binary Representation In Fiction:

  • Transcendent: The Year’s Best Transgender Speculative Fiction – ed K M Szpara (anthology)

  • The Black Tides of Heaven / The Red Threads of Fortune – JY Yang (forthcoming in Sept)

  • Provenance – Ann Leckie (forthcoming, but read some on her website)

  • Jacob’s Ladder – Elizabeth Bear

  • River of Teeth – Sarah Gailey

  • Pantomime – Laura Lam

  • Killing Gravity – Corey J White

  • Interactive fiction Craft phone games (Choice of Deathless/City’s Thirst) – Max Gladstone (you can play an nb character)

  • “Masculinity is an Anxiety Disorder” (essay) – David J Schwartz

  • Rose Lemberg

  • Foz Meadows

  • A Merc Rustad

Beyond the Dystopia

(This one should be complete as I moderated the panel and made a point of writing them down to tweet afterwards.)

  • Two Faces of Tomorrow – James P Hogan

  • Culture series – Iain M Banks

  • Dragonlance

  • Too Like the Lightning and Seven Surrenders – Ada Palmer

  • The Postman – David Brin

  • A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet and A Closed And Common Orbit – Becky Chambers

  • Hospital Station – James White

  • Malhutan Chronicles – Tom D Wright (panelist)

  • Orbital Cloud – Taiyo Fuji (panelist)

  • The Goblin Emperor – Katherine Addison

Older Women in Genre Fiction:

  • All Fun and Games Until Somebody Loses An Eye – Christopher Brookmyre

  • Blood Songs series – Anthony Ryan

  • Remnant Population – Elizabeth Moon

  • Barbara Hambly

Also, Catherine Lundoff keeps a bibliography of books with older women protagonists.

Colonialism and the Space Opera:

  • Praxis – John Williams

Moving Beyond Orientalism in SFF:

  • Black Wolves – Kate Elliot

  • Vixen and The Waves – Hoa Pham

  • Isabelle Yap

  • Ken Liu

  • Stephanie Lai

  • Zen Cho

(Plus one from Nine Worlds in which the MC has Borderline Personality Disorder: Borderline – Mishell Baker)

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posted by [personal profile] miss_s_b at 11:00am on 17/08/2017
August 16th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] flick at 09:11pm on 16/08/2017 under
While weeding the back garden (this time with gloves on), I found another mystery plant, this time with white flowers, and Mike identified it as self-seeded nicotiana, the sap of which the internet confirms can cause skin irritation.

Fortunately, my diagnosis of the blisters as big but minor was correct: they've come off, and the skin underneath is undamaged. I'll have to remember that in future!
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Keiki squats down to look at the fish in the polar bear enclosure at the Vienna Tiergarten.

The Schoenbrunn should definitely make the top ten of every visitor attraction list of Vienna, if not the top three. It’s the gigantic former summer palace of the Hapsburgs, and the grounds alone merit at least a half-day stroll to explore fully. There are gardens, fountains, hidden playgrounds, an enormous glasshouse full of palm trees, and even a zoo.

Despite having visited the Schoenbrunn grounds many times, I’d never been to the zoo, which is allegedly the oldest in the Western world (founded in 1752). Now, with two small children, one of whom is animal-obsessed, I had good reason to go. The children and I set out early one morning to travel via the Viennese underground to the palace.

Humuhumu was keen to learn how to navigate the transport system. She got very good at spotting the way to the correct train lines, and proudly announced when the next train would be arriving after we got to the platforms.

It took us 45 minutes to get from our temporary abode to the Schoenbrunn and, conveniently, it was just about Cake O’clock when we arrived. We detoured around the palace entrance and stopped off at an Aida Konditorei, a chain of inexplicably pink cafés that serve extremely nice cakes, coffees and hot chocolates (apart from the one near the opera house – avoid that one; everyone who works there is sick of tourists and very grumpy).

We walked into the Aida and chorused “Guten Morgen” at the round-faced, unsmiling woman behind the counter. She broke into a beaming grin and showed us to the table next to a tiny play area containing toys and books, which the children pounced upon. (Throughout the trip, I encouraged the children to greet everyone we met in German, to say please and thank you in German, to order their food using the German words and, when I felt confident in my knowledge of the right phrases, I coached them to make requests in German. I was astonished at the abundance of goodwill toward us that this produced.) Humuhumu ordered her hot chocolate and cake in German, and was rewarded with an additional pink meringue, which she received with an unprompted “Danke schoen”. When we left, Keiki crowing “Wiedersehen” over my shoulder with his dimpliest smile, the server came out from round the counter and gave each of the children an extra biscuit, which, to be honest, they didn’t really need after all that sugar!

Full of energy, we bounded into the grounds of the Schoenbrunn and raced around whilst waiting for the grandparents to join us at the entrance to the Tiergarten (Zoo). As vast as the Schoenbrunn grounds are, they are not big enough to house a comprehensive collection of the world’s animals, so cleverly the Tiergarten is focused on a limited number of species and provided them with luxurious accommodation.

Keiki and Humuhumu loved the place, particularly Keiki. Once he spotted the meerkat enclosure, we couldn’t get him to finish his lunch. Neither could we readily tear him away from the penguins. In fact, Granddad had a bit of a job keeping Keiki from clambering into their pond to join them. We communed with the seals. We watched a polar bear chewing meditatively on a traffic cone. And, of course, Humuhumu found a climbing wall and had to try everything.

It was a wonderful place to spend a sunny afternoon, and we will certainly return to the Tiergarten on our next trip to Vienna.

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posted by [personal profile] liv at 12:28pm on 16/08/2017 under ,
Recently read:
  • Dzur by Steven Brust.

    I didn't love this; I'm not sure how much it's a weaker member of the series and how much it's me. It is book 10 in a set of 19, of which the last five are still to be written. I may have left it too long since I read the previous volumes, or maybe I just wasn't in the mood for it. I decided I couldn't be bothered following all the complex allusions to the meta-structure of the whole series, and as a single novel it's never more than just ok. I didn't find Vlad's voice or Loiosh's asides witty, and the pacing dragged, and I didn't care about the mystery. Because I hadn't been following the chronology properly, the twist at the end wasn't a delightful surprise, it just unsatisfyingly didn't make sense.

    When I was reading 50 books a year, I intended to read the whole series, because both the individual novels and the way they fit together into a complex whole appeal to me. Now that I read more like 15 or 20, I'm thinking I may drop this. Not sure; one weaker book doesn't mean the whole series isn't worth bothering with.

  • A taste of honey by Kai Ashante Wilson. This was a Hugo-nominated novella, which meant that several of my friends read it, and were enthusiastic about it. So I ended up reading the copy from my Hugo packet on the way back from Worldcon, which is not exactly in the spirit of things. And I regret not reading it in time to vote for it, not that it would have made much difference since McGuire's Every heart a doorway (which I wasn't keen on) won by miles.

    Anyway, this is a really amazing fantasy romance story. It's beautifully written, great characters, twisty, thought-provoking plot. The worldbuilding is really deep; looking it up it turns out this is a companion novella in the setting of a novel, which I'm now definitely going to seek out. I had dismissed Wilson's Sorcerer of the Wildeeps mainly because the name is so clunky; I assumed it was parodic or just really generic swords and sorcery.

    It's hard to describe exactly what's so great about AToH without spoilers, but it's a really moving romance, and has a lot to say about choices and sacrifices made for love. [personal profile] jack thought it maybe needed some content warnings; some of the content is about homophobia and abusive parenting. To me it didn't feel like misery porn, it felt as if it centred its variously Queer characters and described some of the bad things in their life as well as the good. But I can imagine some readers finding it hard going.

    Up next: The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin. I'd been meaning to read this, though I'm a little scared of what I've heard about it, and I've now bumped it up my list since the sequel won a second Hugo.
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