The Crippled Angel by Sara Douglass
Superb historical fantasy, set in plague-era Europe, that takes the well-trod trope of angels and demons battling for men’s souls and makes it fresh again.
Grade: A
Superb historical fantasy, set in plague-era Europe, that takes the well-trod trope of angels and demons battling for men’s souls and makes it fresh again.
Grade: A
Complex and ambitious epic fantasy with great worldbuilding and an interesting magical system; hardcore Tolkein-ites will probably love it, but it will prove too dense for other readers.
Grade: B-
Robert Jordan-clone; well-written and fast-paced, but there’s nothing here that hasn’t already been done to death.
Grade: D+
Since I’m not allowed to reprint any of my Kirkus reviews, I link to them when I can, though they’re not always available online. So, since you faithful readers of my blog might be wondering what I thought of a particular book I was reading, I thought I’d try to post a brief summary of my thoughts, a sort of one-liner along with a letter grade to give you some idea.
…I do not think it means what you think it means.
In this case, the word is “adjacent,” and the misuser of that word is my optometrist. I got a notice in the mail the other day informing me that it was time for my eye exam, and the pamphlet reminded me that the doctor’s office was located “adjacent” to Lenscrafters.
So, the thing is, it’s not adjacent to Lenscrafters; it’s inside Lenscrafters. RadioShack is adjacent to the doctor’s office.
This doctor’s office has been using that phrase for several years now to describe their location, and even so it still tripped me up when I read it.
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New this month: near-future dystopic SF from Paolo Bacigalupi, about immortality and the repurcussions it’ll have on society; the tale of an unusual man and an unusual cross-country race from Robert Reed; a second tale from Reed, this one completely different–a creepy SF tale about two female roommates and a young man who comes to visit…; an avian fantasy from Gene Wolfe; a new noosphere/Guth Bandar tale from Matthew Hughes; the story of a very selective princess by John Morressy; and a very short trip back to the days of the Cold War courtesy of Bruce McAllister.
I was talking to someone about my various reviewing gigs, and she mentioned that freelance work like that sounds like a dream job for someone who loves reading. That’s true to a certain extent, but at times it can also be somewhat of a nightmare.
See, the thing is, most reviewers are assigned certain books to review, and so you have to read and review it no matter what. If you absolutely hate the book, you have to finish reading it, and then write a negative review. Doing this can be cathartic to the reviewer, since the author made him suffer through such a dreadful book. But that doesn’t really make amends for the fact that several hours of the reviewer’s life have been wasted reading the dreck in question, and suffering through those hours can be exquisite agony.
On the other hand, of course, it’s always nice to be paid to read something you would have read anyway, and it’s always a nice surprise to read and really enjoy something you wouldn’t have picked up otherwise. That’s happened to me a couple times already since I started reviewing regularly, and for that I’m grateful.
In any case, the primary reason for my unplanned blog vacation has been that I’ve had to devote nearly all of my free time to getting my reading done, and reading bad books seems to take much longer than reading good ones. I’ve been reviewing two books per week for Kirkus, and that’s become too much, so I’m going to scale back to one per week. That should make reading–even the bad books–much easier to accomplish without devoting all my time to it.
In August, we acquired: a superb new contemporary fantasy about witchcraft from Peter Beagle; a humorous dog story from Albert E. Cowdrey; a new Maggot novella from Charles Coleman Finlay; and a new “Billy” short-short from Terry Bisson.
I do apologize for my rather lengthy and unplanned hiatus from blogging. I’ve been quite swamped with other things recently and blogging is usually the first thing to go. I hope to get back on the ball soon.