jay finished reading Planet of Exile (Hainish Cycle, #2)

Planet of Exile (Hainish Cycle, #2)
The Earth colony of Landin has been stranded on Werel for ten years—& ten of Werel’s years are over 600 …
Contains brainfog. I admire people who have a clear definition for what each number of stars means, but I give them out purely intuitively.
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The Earth colony of Landin has been stranded on Werel for ten years—& ten of Werel’s years are over 600 …
Anarchic Agreements is a non-fiction how-to book about organizing in leaderless groups. It focuses on creating explicit "consensual, changeable, and conscious" agreements (via constitutionalizing), ways to make coalition building between groups more effective, and various examples of declarations and statements, and finally a few worksheets. I wish there were some more small examples (A group had B problem and discussed in C way which resulted in D changes) but for a short book there's only so much it can do.
For me personally (who doesn't have a lot of extra background in this sort of thing), this was a much more thorough follow-up answer to the concerns of The Tyranny of Structurelessness in that it presented many questions to ask to interrogate about how decisions are made, how to communicate, and how to make sure to reduce barriers and think about power differences between members in a group.
A room is a sort of narrative. The passage in and out of a room, the constraints of action within it. What is moved and what is left alone. The composition of the shape of a person superimposed against the frame of the built environment. Once, clever men—mostly men—dreamed that the frame within which people dwelled might prescribe their behavior. Their ways of loving, their ways of working. Their interdependence or solitude. All purpose-built, all shaped. Those men tended to be wrong. They did not consider the superposition of frame. A room is a sort of narrative when an intelligence moves through it, makes use of it or is constrained by it. Otherwise it is in abeyance. And an intelligence has its own designs.
— Rose/House by Arkady Martine
On a warm March night in 2083, Judy Wallach-Stevens wakes to a warning of unknown pollutants in the Chesapeake Bay. …
The watersheds could join in our own time, once we truly understood ecosystem management—not what made a world minimally functional, but what made it beautiful and wild, a worthy dance partner to a species grown worthy in return.
— A Half-Built Garden (Page 274)
On a warm March night in 2083, Judy Wallach-Stevens wakes to a warning of unknown pollutants in the Chesapeake Bay. …
My name is Commander Zkog, and my pronoun is she, and you’re all my prisoners.
— Victories Greater Than Death by Charlie Jane Anders (Unstoppable, #1)
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The prose is powerful. The attention to detail, opens up our imaginations towards the possibilities of a solarpunk world. High tech only when needed. We're not the center of the cosmos.
This is the kind of science fiction that makes me hopeful. Makes me sad as well. Sad that I will not live to see this world, but it could have been different, if history were to take a different course.
I wish the book was longer. I want to become a tea monk. I want to be a robot that stares at stalagmites for 30 years in a row.
There's a sequel, I know. But I wish there were a thousand sequels.
"Because it seems to me that the fact that you’re here, enjoying an English education, is precisely what makes the English superior. Unless there’s a better language institute in Calcutta?"
"There’s plenty of brilliant madrasas in India," Ramy snapped. "What makes the English superior is guns. Guns, and the willingness to use them on innocent people."
— Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators’ Revolution
This is a historical novel about a small group of scholars (mostly of color) in Oxford in the 1830's, with an added fantastical element of magical silver powered by language and translations. Historically, it covers a modified industrial revolution, British colonialism, opium wars with China, and even gets into the Luddites, all impacted and warped by the British empire being powered by silver. What I especially appreciated is that the magic silver mostly just exacerbated issues and functioned as a metaphor for power in all of these historical situations; this is not a book about historical divergence due to magic but rather a book where the magic is used as a metaphor to reexamine things in a fresh light.
The idea of magic silver here powered by translations is just so well done. Scholars (and thus language) are extracted from colonies to power silver magic as a parallel to other …
This is a historical novel about a small group of scholars (mostly of color) in Oxford in the 1830's, with an added fantastical element of magical silver powered by language and translations. Historically, it covers a modified industrial revolution, British colonialism, opium wars with China, and even gets into the Luddites, all impacted and warped by the British empire being powered by silver. What I especially appreciated is that the magic silver mostly just exacerbated issues and functioned as a metaphor for power in all of these historical situations; this is not a book about historical divergence due to magic but rather a book where the magic is used as a metaphor to reexamine things in a fresh light.
The idea of magic silver here powered by translations is just so well done. Scholars (and thus language) are extracted from colonies to power silver magic as a parallel to other resource extraction. The scholars are ultimately not really wanted for who they are but for the utility of what they know. And, I also love the detail that the empire is eating its own tail by its continual expansion and globalization weakening the magic. It reminds me a little of Yoon Ha Lee's Phoenix Extravagant where the magic system itself was intricately tied to colonial resource extraction.
It's a slow-building book that doesn't pull its punches about colonialism, racism, white folks siding with the establishment, or (as the subtitle to the book directly informs you) the necessity of violence. I enjoyed it quite a bit.
https://reckoning.press/possession/
Possession is an sf story about a future earth with changed climate and melting permafrost, where the narrator works with an African pouched rat to find bodies infested with mind controlling fungus before it can spread further.
I really enjoyed this story's optimism about dealing with monsters and strangeness with compassion even through fear. I also liked the narrator talking about their OCD, and how that was weaved into both why they were doing their job and also as a source of empathy.
For me, I think this is an especially nice counterpoint to several other recent stories (about intelligent fungus!) that ended with a much different destructive tone. (cc #SFFBookClub)
I really enjoyed this fantasy slash fairy tale quest story about a youngest daughter working to try to free her elder sister from abuse. It has fresh worldbuilding, many characters with depth, multiple older women characters, and ultimately a story about working together to free people from powerful and abusive men.
I think the weakest part of the book was the romance angle for me. It was cute, but I felt like I was missing some extra characterization about "why these two" other than just romance-through-proximity. This was all a bit of a surprise for me, as I quite enjoyed the various T. Kingfisher sad paladin romances. (One could make a good argument that Fenris may as well also be yet another sad paladin, which doesn't help here either.)
That said, I feel like the romance was an exceptionally small part of the book (arguably much smaller than other books …
I really enjoyed this fantasy slash fairy tale quest story about a youngest daughter working to try to free her elder sister from abuse. It has fresh worldbuilding, many characters with depth, multiple older women characters, and ultimately a story about working together to free people from powerful and abusive men.
I think the weakest part of the book was the romance angle for me. It was cute, but I felt like I was missing some extra characterization about "why these two" other than just romance-through-proximity. This was all a bit of a surprise for me, as I quite enjoyed the various T. Kingfisher sad paladin romances. (One could make a good argument that Fenris may as well also be yet another sad paladin, which doesn't help here either.)
That said, I feel like the romance was an exceptionally small part of the book (arguably much smaller than other books in the same genre of story) and so don't let that put you off. I just feel like the story would have been more powerful had there not been as much understated flirting there and they had just been buddies working together to right wrongs (or even some explicit aro or ace angle, which is how I had been reading Marra the rest of the book).
I wouldn't describe this as a comedy book, but there were so many funny moments to the book that I had to hold myself back from posting a dozen quotes. I laughed so hard at the dust-wife's exasperation leading into her third impossible task (and it was such good characterization too). Overall, this was a lot of fun but I also found it to have quite a bit more depth than I was expecting.
Die Philanthropie hat ihren Tag gehabt und ist vergangen, Sparsamkeit und Selbsthilfe verschwinden; Beteiligung an den Profiten, Parlamentarismus und allgemeines Wahlrecht, der Staats-Sozialismus kommen und gehen den selben Weg, und die Arbeiter stehen zuletzt im Angesicht der Tatsache, dass diese moderne Zivilisation mit ihrer ausgefuchsten Hierarchie und ihrem eisernen Drill als unerträgliche Last auf ihrem Rücken liegt und keine Verkürzung der Arbeitszeit, die dem Boss einen Profit lässt, wird den Arbeitstag kurz genug machen.
— William Morris & the communist ideal by Emily Caroline Gibson Townshend (Fabian tract)