Wed Jan 01 2020
What I read in December 📚
The Cruel Stars: A Novel, John Birmingham. I want to say I liked it, but its been 3 weeks and I have no memory of reading it. (reads blurb) Oh yeah! It's okay enough to check out the sequel, at least.
Waiting for Tom Hanks, Kerry Winfrey. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep and there was nothing on my kindle phone app so I went to Libby and there was nothing good available through the local library (at least nothing that I could quickly find), so I downloaded this and read 40 percent of it and I am 40 percent stupider now. I should've stared at the ceiling all night, instead. "A novel can't just be a list of things you like," is a thing I read somewhere, once. Deeply, gravely, sub-Hallmark Channel-ly dumb.
Bellwether, Connie Willis. This is the first CW book I haven't enjoyed. Too much gimmick, not enough plot. Early in her career, but after some big success. That surprised me. (You can tell, once again, how she's the master of research... but she made that part of the plot, instead of part of her behind-the-scenes job as author, which didn't serve it well.)
Machines Like Me, Ian McEwan. I knew this author by reputation but had never read anything by him. It's "Literature." I read a while back that he sneered at "genre" fiction, which makes him an asshole (see Ansible #382, and the zinger from Ken MacLeod immediately under it). It's alternate-present because computers came along sooner because Turing lived, and now there's a sentient robot in the main character's kitchen. If that's not sci-fi I dunno what is. The plot was supposed to be dramatic but it just felt like a series of deuses exing the machina. Meh.
"2 B R 0 2 B", Kurt Vonnegut. A short snark about population control. Not nearly as striking as "Harrison Bergeron," his best (AFAIK) story in this vein. (That's supposed to be a "naught" in the middle, there. To Be R Naught To Be, get it. I'd rather read "Too Bro To Be," honestly. "The guy who could not even.")
- You Might Remember Me: The Life and Times of Phil Hartman, Mike Thomas. A well-done downer.
Ye Olden Tymes Fiction
"The Kit Bag", Algernon Blackwood. Somewhere, probably on Metafilter, someone said "Give me some old-time short story scares!" Not my usual thing but I followed a few links and found two stories easily downloadable so I figured I'd give them a shot. This one was fun; I could see a young Stephen King being inspired by this and working up his own modernized version.
"Between the Lights", E.F. Benson. ...whereas this one was completely terrible. Not in a "old timey writing is dumb!" way, but in a "the day this was released this person should've been roundly criticized for writing a non-story story" way.