Little White Lies (Debutantes Book 1) by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Oh, gosh darn it, if I’d known that the next book in this series was coming out in November, I’d have held off on reading this for a while! I mean, I’m glad I did read it — Jennifer Lynn Barnes consistently writes amazing stuff — but these next few months are going to feel interminable!

Anyway, Little White Lies follows a scrappy young woman named Sawyer Taft who’s lived a fairly hardscrabble life with her flighty single mom. When her grandmother Lillian shows up and offers Sawyer half a million dollars for college and expenses in exchange for Sawyer undertaking a debutante season and coming out to southern society, Sawyer agrees, primarily because moving in with her grandmother will make it much easier for her to finally figure out who her biological father is. Sawyer’s many unusual interests make her a talented sleuth, and her natural resilience and bluntness allow her to adapt to what’s essentially a foreign culture without losing her own identity, but even she is blindsided by her rapid and unwitting involvement in kidnapping and theft, among other felonies and lesser misdemeanors.

A large part of the charm of this novel lies in Sawyer’s navigation of and cultural clash with the moneyed, genteel world her mother ran away from, and the humor that comes from such dissonance. That’s to be expected: perhaps less obligatory is the display of the strong bonds of friendship that grow between the four young women at the heart of this book. The way they connect and fray apart and come together once again, in pursuit of the truth and justice — even if only within the confines of their insular society — makes for some truly entertaining and ultimately heart-warming storytelling. I do wish there’d been a little more diversity in this book, and am definitely hoping for it in the next. Even so, I can’t wait to read more, tho ugh November feels so far away!

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Son of Heaven by David Wingrove

I remember seeing David Wingrove’s Chung Kuo books back in the 1980s and 1990s. They looked like a big, pulpish series set in a future dominated by China. A little while back, I picked up Son of Heaven, which says it’s Chung Kuo #1, thinking I would look in on this series and maybe set to reading the whole thing. I had a quick look at the publishing history of the series, in part to check buying options, and I found out that history is more complicated than I would have expected.

Son of Heaven

In its first incarnation, Chung Kuo was published as eight volumes (although Wikipedia maintains that Wingrove planned a ninth to make the whole a trilogy of trilogies, and his publisher pressured him to wrap it up in the eighth) between 1988 and 1999. A “re-casting” of the epic began in 2011, with Wingrove planning an expansion to 20 volumes. The Middle Kingdom, which had originally been the first book, became the third, with Son of Heaven appearing as the first. This is the edition that I bought and read. This publication set also ended after eight volumes. The final book in the 2011–15 set was The White Mountain, which was the title of the third in the original series. Since 2017, Wingrove has been self-publishing the series and reached the eleventh volume, Upon a Wheel of Fire, in July 2019. The twelfth, Beneath the Tree of Heaven, shares a title with the fifth book in the original published set.

I bring all of this up to note that Wingrove is working on a large scale. About a third of Son of Heaven is set in the 2040s, with some characters recalling events from the present (which of course was a bit in the future when Wingrove was writing this novel), while the latest book in the series is set in the early 2200s. His plans encompass more than doubling the original eight-volume set, and it seems very likely that the economics of self-publishing, in contrast to those (and various other vagaries, no doubt) of trade publishing, will allow him to complete his epic. I bring it up also to note that Son of Heaven, along with the next book in the set, Daylight on Iron Mountain, are both prequels to where Wingrove originally started the main action of Chung Kuo.

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The Oracle Queen (Three Dark Crowns #0.1) by Kendare Blake

Wait, that’s it?! No fair!

So this is the prequel novella to the Three Dark Crowns series, explaining why all oracle queens are now drowned at birth. Exquisitely written, as always, it also does a mean thing to us readers: it sets up a terrific protagonist then has everything go terribly wrong not only for her but for all the royal oracle babies who come in her wake. I really, really hope Kendare Blake means to redress this injustice in the main series, tho given her commitment to political realism, poor Queen Elsabet will remain forever wronged.

And I kinda wanted Elsabet to just fucking lean in to her “madness.” I mean, if they think she’s crazy anyway, why not just stab one of her many deserving visitors or plot actual treachery? It’s not like they could have her executed! But I get that she’s a good person etc. etc. and it’s realistic but oh, my heart hurts for her.

I should just go ahead and borrow The Young Queens now even tho I’m mad and sad for Elsabet. Ms Blake just writes so well that I want to keep reading despite my feeeeeelings!

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The Boxer Rebellion by Diana Preston

Distinguishing a warning that should be heeded from a host of false positives is a famously hard problem. The foreign community in Peking, as it was then generally called in the West, failed that test in the summer of 1900, costing many hundreds of lives. The Boxer Rebellion concentrates on the defense of the Legation Quarter in Peking from June 20 through August 14 of that year, as the representatives of the foreign powers that had been rivals in squeezing concessions from Manchu China set aside their differences to defend their lives when an uprising took killing all foreigners as its main goal, and the Imperial Chinese authorities were either unwilling or unable to assert their power and bring order to the capital.

Boxer Rebellion

Preston sets the stage in the heyday of European imperialism. Queen Victoria reigned over an empire upon which the sun never set; French-ruled territories spanned Africa and reached across significant parts of southeast Asia. Germany, Italy, Spain and Holland were among the other powers who sought territorial or trade concessions within weakly governed China. Japan had emerged from self-imposed isolation in the second half of the nineteenth century and had defeated China in war five years previous. (It would do the same to Russia five years hence.) The Japanese were well represented in the Legation Quarter and the fighting that would take place there, as well as among the international troops that eventually came to the relief of the besieged foreigners. Russia had the longest frontier with Imperial China, and in their long-running rivalry in northeastern Asia Russia had gained much of northern Manchuria from China in 1860.

One of the rights that foreigners gained in China in the late 1800s was the right to send missionaries and to convert Chinese people to Christianity. (The stories of Christians in lands ruled by Chinese emperors are longer and more complex, of course, but the quantitative change in the 1800s was enough to constitute a qualitative change.) Preston cites figures of more than 700,000 Catholic converts and about 85,000 Protestants by the end of the 1800s. (p. 27) Railroads and telegraph lines were visible signs not only of technological progress but also of foreign know-how and dominance. Change brought dislocation and, for some, hardship. “The steamboats and steam launches, plying busily up China’s rivers and canals, had put thousands of bargemen out of work, just as, in other provinces of northern China, railways were destroying the livelihood of camel-men, mule-drivers, chair bearers, and innkeepers.” (p. 24)

Against this background, there arose “an obscure peasant movement spreading across northern China like wildfire. Its members shared the same potent and explosive creed—they were virulently anti-Christian, antimissionary, and antiforeign. Westerners called them simply ‘Boxers’ because of the physical exercises they practiced en masse. But their origins were as complex as their rituals.” (p. 22) Preston traces the rise of the Boxers to two earlier groups in the northern province of Shantung: the Big Sword Society and the Spirit Boxers. Both had links to vigilantism in the countryside, both practiced martial arts, and both believed that their exercises and rituals conveyed invulnerability to harm, particularly to the bullets that European weapons dispersed with such alarming speed. Boxer spectacles were closely aligned with Chinese popular culture. The Boxers also gave people an external focus for their ire: foreigners.

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Yikes

Sometimes speculative fiction is just a little too on the nose:

The Republicans, coming to power …, wanted to do away with free trade. In a frenzy of nationalist rhetoric, they sought to replace globalization with protectionist tariffs. They wanted to pull up the economic drawbridge, just as their predecessors had after the Wall Street Crash of the 1920s. “Buy American” was their slogan. …
China’s response [to American demands] had been blunt, and memorable. Their delegate had stood and, in perfect English, told the American delegate: “Go fuck yourself!”
What had followed was six months of tit-for-tat legislation, each of the two great superpowers vying to outdo the other in sheer pettiness. By Christmas 2019, any pretence of being trading partners was gone. As, effectively, was globalization. The days of free trade were over. Protectionism was now the key. The world economy began its slow slide.
Son of Heaven (Chung Kuo #1) by David Wingrove, pp. 167–68, written in 2011

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The Warehouse by Rob Hart

Oh gosh, this was one of those deeply affecting cautionary tales that you finish and need to put down and just sort of sit and recover from for a while. Set in a near-future where the trajectory of global (but especially American) capitalism has come to its merciless inevitability, the largest employer in the country is Cloud, an Amazon on steroids which has conquered the market in pretty much everything. Cloud has set up gigantic complexes called MotherClouds that are essentially cities where their employees live and work, and this story is told through the viewpoints of three people drawn to a MotherCloud for vastly differing reasons.

The first, and my favorite, is Zinnia, a corporate spy hired to find out how Cloud could possibly be fulfilling its mandate to use clean energy to power its complexes. Tho she tried to get hired as a tech person (in a work society stratified by the different colored shirts you wear,) she finds herself working as a warehouse picker, constantly running to fulfill on-line orders. The second is Paxton, the former CEO of a company that was essentially driven out of business by Cloud. Fueled by an unformed urge to stick it to Cloud while also getting back on his feet, he accepts a job in security, and is probably the most psychologically affected of the three by the events of this book. The final person is the founder of Cloud himself, Gibson, who is dying and going on a farewell tour of his corporate facilities. His viewpoint chapters are primarily in the form of folksy blog posts that serve as a chillingly seductive form of propaganda, in large part because he’s not always wrong.

And that’s the genius of this book, in the fact that it is riddled with the same sort of moral ambiguity that even the average person, the average good person, finds themselves dealing with on a day to day basis. Whether resisting the blandishments of politicians/business people who present their own self-interest as the public interest, or dealing with the fact that cheap goods inevitably mean depressed labor costs, this is a highly moral tale that hearkens back to the very stories it cites, and is fully worthy of joining their hallowed ranks. I especially admired Rob Hart’s self-restraint, which lends a greater believability to this book. A lot of dystopian fiction occasionally borders on the hysterical — a not incorrect response to the totalitarian rule their settings labor under — but given that Mr Hart’s target is late-stage capitalism hidden in the guise of benevolent paternalism, this books feels more prescient than unlikely, and that’s really hard to digest.

But what to do when you don’t want to give up the convenience of Amazon Prime? Default to no-rush shipping, for a start, and support legislation that allows, if not outright encourages, both unionization of labor and anti-monopolistic business practices. And it’s not just one company that’s being scrutinized here, despite the fact that Cloud is clearly based on Amazon (with a meta joke in the text about how much better the fictional company is than its “former” rival,) it’s all capitalist labor practices as well as 21st century consumer culture. The ultimate goal of The Warehouse is to remind us readers that labor is not disposable, that these are real people who deserve respect and proper compensation for their work, that these people could be us. And it does so in a wildly entertaining, ultimately bittersweet manner.

I really hope Zinnia is okay.

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Barry Hughart, 1934–2019

Bridge of Birds

“I shall clasp my hands together and bow to the corners of the world

“My surname is Lu and my personal name is Yu, but I am not to be confused with the eminent author of The Classic of Tea. My family is quite undistinguished, and since I am the tenth of my father’s sons and rather strong I am usually referred to as Number Ten Ox.”

So begins Bridge of Birds, the first of his three wonderful novels set in “an ancient China that never was.” I wish there were more, oh so many more.

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Hate to Want You (Forbidden Hearts #1) by Alisha Rai

What a delightfully fast read! Great romance novel featuring a pair of childhood sweethearts forced apart by their family circumstances, who manage to find their way back to each other. The twist, or hook, is that they’ve spent the last decade seeing each other for only one night a year, meeting at whichever coordinates she sends him for a night of wild, no-strings-attached sex. Except, of course, there are always strings attached.

Anyway, there isn’t anything really groundbreaking in the romance part of the novel, but I thought it was a big deal that Alisha Rai chose to say a lot about healthy relationships, both with a loved one and with yourself, in this book. Everyone needs an Aunt Maile for straight talk, IMO (and I’m hoping that Aunt Maile finds herself some romance in the next few books, too!) It was also a very realistic look at feeling damaged because of your depression, and the way that secrets can damage any relationship. I felt that the number of unnecessary misunderstandings was kept to a minimum, and overall, I just very much enjoyed how almost everyone was working at processing their emotions in a healthy manner. The sex scenes were also pretty great, and I didn’t have to cringe at any inappropriate interludes. Also, hurray for the commitment to diversity, and for the plot hooks compelling the reader towards the next book in the series!

I laughed, I cried, I got hot and bothered: I highly recommend this novel for anyone wanting a little more romance in their lives.

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The Fifth Season (The Broken Earth #1) by N.K. Jemisin

So on the one hand, this is some gorgeously written, truly imaginative sci-fi set in a world where the science seems like magic, so much so that the book reads like a terrific fantasy novel. It’s also a sharply drawn parable of slavery and gilded cages, based on inherent powers owned by people dubbed orogenes for their ability to draw kinetic and thermal energy out of their immediate surroundings, primarily to protect themselves but also to quell the constant tremors of a disquieted Earth. The orogenes, derogatorily called roggas, are taught self-control in the Fulcrums of empire, and are watched over by Guardians, who keep the orogenes’ powers in check. Non-Fulcrum orogenes are feared and often lynched by the citizens of the Sanzed empire, so Fulcrum orogenes have every incentive to stay in line.

This book begins with a non-Fulcrum orogene named Essun as she discovers that her youngest child was beaten to death by his father after he was discovered to be an orogene like she is, like she never told her husband Jija that she is. She goes in pursuit of the fleeing Jija and their daughter, Nassun, uncaring of the great calamity that has just befallen the empire. Essun’s chapters are interspersed with chapters from the point of view of a girl named Damaya, whose orogene powers have just been discovered, and a young woman named Syenite, whose ambition to rise among the ranks of fellow Fulcrum orogenes has her engaging in activities she would much prefer not to. How their paths draw together makes up the bulk of this cleverly constructed book.

So that’s one hand. On the other, I wasn’t terribly surprised by most of the plot twists, particularly regarding our three female leads. I’d also been expecting the last sentence from about halfway through the book, when N. K. Jemisin meditates on people not missing what they never knew (which I’m guessing is also what “Earth’s only begotten son” is in reference to.) And, except for his one line near the end about never being able to forgive Syenite, I hated everything about Alabaster and about how we were supposed to find him, if not outright heroic, at least noble and misunderstood. He’s a manipulative asshole who constantly undermines and belittles Syenite but it’s okay because he’s more enlightened than she is about the Fulcrum? Whereas Syenite is just a brainwashed slave to Empire who should be grateful for his friendship, no matter how he mistreats her? Fuck aaaaaaalllll that noise. I understand that hurt people hurt people but that doesn’t make them any more likeable, much less heroic. It was absolutely maddening to read how he’d fuck with her for being polite a/o deferential to him, then have him ask “Why do you hate me so much?” just a few pages later. Like, because you can’t act like an internally consistent human being? I get that he’s not “normal,” that he’s been damaged, but that’s not an excuse to be mean to people who aren’t responsible for your pain, much less pull the victim card when you sense they’re not reacting the way you want them to. So when you find out what he did, it’s just an “ugh, this asshole, of course he did.” Literally the only time I could sympathize with him was when he talked to Syenite about Corundum at the end.

I did appreciate, however, Ms Jemisin’s commitment to diversity, particularly when it came to sexuality and gender. And I’m very much looking forward to the next book, and the surprises that lie in store with the Stone Eaters. This is a truly original setting, with a lot of excellent craft shown in the telling of Essun’s story (tho, minor quibble, I thought her grief lacked the guilt that should have been tacked on after we find out what she’d done a decade earlier, or at least the self-examination of how the two events were emotionally related.) I’m hoping there’s a lot less of whiny, self-pitying Alabaster, or at least that we won’t have to treat him like a hero in the next book. There’s tragic hero flawed, like Essun, and then there’s bitchy douchebag flawed, and he’s definitely more the latter than the former.

Also, also, and I almost hate to say this because it’s hugely spoiler-tastic, I did appreciate the callback to classic African-American literature. I admit to not being overly fond of the crux of the original novel, but found it, to paraphrase what Alabaster would say, far more understandable here (even if I thought Syenite should have maybe tried the thing with her powers first and am confused as to why Corundum did not use his own powers at that juncture, tho maybe he did and it just got lost in the chaos.)

You can read Doug’s thoughts here. He’s far less nit-picky than I am about it, but he also liked the book considerably less.

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Hexarchate Stories by Yoon Ha Lee

My review of Revenant Gun, the third in Yoon Ha Lee’s Machineries of Empire series, ended “In short, I would greatly enjoy reading more stories set within Lee’s hexarchate, or indeed either the heptarchate that preceded it or the successor states that are trying to succeed it… And no more Jedao for a while, please. He has earned his rest.” Less than a year later, Lee has published Hexarchate Stories, a collection of 21 stories, of which eighteen were previously published — twelve on the author’s blog – and three that are new to this collection.

Hexarchate Stories

There is a lot more Shuos Jedao, but contrary to my previous expectation, I didn’t mind very much. Jedao began his career in Lee’s universe as a Shuos, the faction that is closest to an intelligence service and features a predilection for games of all sorts. He then served with the military faction, the Kel, for many years, ending as their most successful general ever but also one with a penchant for unacceptable extremes. He’s one of the two most prominent characters in all three of Lee’s previous novels. By the end of the third, though, my interest in him had waned. I didn’t mind seeing him again in Hexarchate Stories for two reasons: first, most of the stories cover times when Jedao was more human and less legend, and thus more interesting; second, many of them are short short stories, and it’s easy to be charmed by something that’s little more than a single anecdote.

Lee’s good at flash fiction, and he knows it, and it shows. He seems to feel freer to play around with many different aspects of stories, and the lightness of his touch in many of them — even when the subject matter is serious — makes the hexarchate fresh even after three novels that have delved into its very heart. The variety of the stories points out one of the strengths of his overarching setting: it’s vast, and if he will let himself, he can tell many different stories, many different kinds of stories in the hexarchate’s interstellar realm. If he wishes, he can also range up and down the timeline, going back to when the polity was a heptarchate, or forward to a time after the changes set in motion by Kel Cheris back in Ninefox Gambit. Though the flash fictions are short, they are by no means slight. When they’re about Jedao, they show previously unknown aspects of his tale, and they tend toward humanizing him. When they are not about Jedao, they illuminate something new about the hexarchate, or are there for the sheer joy of playing around with words and ideas. They don’t have to bear much weight; consequently, they lift up the reader.

In his author’s notes, Lee mentions that several of the short shorts that appeared on his blog were commissioned works. That’s an interesting point about the business of writing in the twenty-first century. One of an author’s revenue streams can be money that comes directly from fans. There need not be intermediaries between writers and their audiences. On the other hand, it also points toward the precariousness of writing for a living, where 6¢ to 9¢ per word is considered a professional rate. By contrast, when I was a commissioning editor more than ten years ago, New York PR writers tried to get $2 per word from me. Six to nine cents per word is a hobby, not a profession. I’m glad that Lee has found more ways to support his writing, and even more glad that the stories from his blog have been collected into a book that’s available for purchase in a brick and mortar bookstore.

Hexarchate Stories was a welcome set of glimpses into other tales within Lee’s star-spanning setting. It reminded me how much I like a well-crafted science fiction anthology, and it left me looking forward to still more stories from the hexarchate. (But I also mean it about less late-period Jedao. He breaks the setting, and I don’t find him all that interesting.)

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