I took a break from Robin Hood this weekend to see the new biopic Tolkien; the Longmont Theater Company’s production of Chess, which I had never seen despite knowing the music from it; and to finish reading Dorothy Sayers’ Gaudy Night and then watching the TV version with Edward Petherbridge and Harriet Walter (who also played the very sympathetic medic who soothes Chewbacca’s ego in The Force Awakens, which is just wonderful, isn’t it?).

Tolkien:  This is about J.R.R. Tolkien’s formative years, his boyhood friendships, his romance with Edith, and his time in the war. It’s very beautiful and heartfelt. I have some quibbles, and not with the bio part of it but with the story part — it really needed another scene with Ronald and Christopher after the war. I personally also could have used a lot more of Nicholas Hoult reciting Middle English but I’m sure that’s just me. I’ve got a long review of this coming up from Lightspeed.

Chess:  Much more operatic than I was expecting. The local talent is very good, the music is very good. It moves very fast. And the characters are all just really unlikable, aren’t they? I want to see it done as a solid period piece — this one wasn’t, which is fine, but it felt wonky.

Gaudy Night:  All right, I’m completely smitten with Peter and Harriet now. Why did no one tell me just how ragingly feminist this novel is? It’s great. Rwaor.



Hugo Nominations

March 12, 2019

This week is the deadline to get your Hugo nominations in, if you’re eligible to nominate. I posted my own work from 2018 a while back, for your consideration.

I didn’t read a lot of new stuff last year, which pretty much goes along with all the other stuff I didn’t do last year. But I do have a couple of recommendations.

I’ve talked before about C.L. Polk’s Witchmark, which has been nominated for a Nebula and is one of my favorite reads from the last couple of years. It’s Edwardian-adjacent, alternate-world fantasy, and full of heart.

The Best Series category has only been around a couple of years but it’s often contentious. I like the category because it rewards sustained work over a length of time. Having done writing like that myself, I know what an accomplishment a good series can be. Once again this year I have to recommend Wild Cards, not just because I’m one of the writers but because this is perhaps the longest-running, most involved and complex series in all of SF&F and I think it deserves the recognition. The new installments this year include Low Chicago, Texas Hold’Em, and a number of shorts.

I’m also nominating the Wayfarers series by Becky Chambers, which I’m not sure is eligible but I’m nominating it anyway. I find myself recommending these books all over the place, especially to people who don’t think they like science fiction.

There’s a special category for Best Art Book this year, just in time for Alex Ross’s Marvelocity, a massive compendium of a bunch of the work Ross has done for Marvel. Alex Ross is one of the greatest comics artists of all time, and this book is breathtaking, both in showcasing his work but also in demonstrating the care he takes with the entire legacy of Marvel comics and its heroes. He’s amazing.

I’m putting two episodes of The Expanse on my ballot for Best Dramatic Short-Form:  Ep. 3.7 “Delta V” (RIP Maneo!) and Ep. 3.11 “Fallen World.” (Confession:  Abaddon’s Gate is one of my favorite of the books in the series because of what happens in the Ring and the slowdown and all the rest. It’s super, super traumatic in the books — and the TV show nailed it. Just perfect. These two episodes pretty much bookend what I love about that particular book and are great adaptations.)


favorite authors

January 31, 2019

Confession time. Every now and then, someone says I’m their favorite author or one of their favorite authors. First off, this is hugely flattering. I know how I feel about my own favorite authors, and to be able to do that for someone else? That’s amazing. It’s a gift.

But… I also think, “Oh no, you must not have read [my own favorite author] yet! Because they should really be your favorite author, not me!” I want to give them Robin McKinley, Ray Bradbury, Lois McMaster Bujold, and a dozen others. The real favorite authors, you know?

I’ve learned not to say that out loud. But I’m almost always thinking it.



January 25, 2019

I’ve spent all month reading The Books of Earthsea, the wonderful compilation of everything Le Guin wrote about Earthsea all in one volume with illustrations by Charles Vess. It’s great, because reading everything back-to-back means making connections and seeing how it all fits together and how Le Guin’s approach to the world changed over the decades she wrote the stories.

My conundrum is this:  In my reading log, do I count this as one book or six?  I mean, it would sure look spiffy to already have that many books recorded, and they were all originally published separately, and…and….


2018 reading

January 4, 2019

First, a reminder, that in a couple of weeks I’ll be Guest of Honor at COSine in Colorado Springs. See you there?

I read 50 books in 2018, which is way up from the previous few years’ totals and about where I like to be, to make the most of my reading speed.

Eleven of those were nonfiction. Bad Blood by John Carryrou, American Wolf by Nate Blakeslee, and Birding without Borders by Noah Strycker were standouts.

Eight of those were re-reads — 2 McKinley and 3 Bujold. Comfort reading has become really important, in much the way that re-watching MCU and Star Wars and Lord of the Rings feels like spending time with old friends. That was also a big part of how much I was able to read — discovering a couple of new authors I wanted to devour. You know, the “Just one more chapter” authors, and three hours later you’ve read the whole thing.  Regency romance author Cat Sebastian shows up on my 2018 list a lot. She’s a really good writer and her characters are delightful. Also space opera by Becky Chambers and Martha Wells. Full disclosure:  I’ve been counting more novellas as books, which definitely helps the total. More authors are writing novellas, it seems like. The “just one more chapter” impulse really makes novellas fly by.

One of my re-reads was Witchmark, by C.L. Polk, which just came out this year, but I first read it a year or so ago when I got the ARC for a blurb. Remember when I was talking about “personable fantasy,” with characters I like spending time with in an engaging story with stakes that may be high but are more about the people than an epic sweep?  This.

Another reason I read more this year:  in keeping with the idea of comfort reading, I’ve embraced taking a couple of hours some afternoons to just sit on the sofa, drink tea, and read.  If I start to feel burned out or I hit a wall in the afternoon, instead of staying at my desk and hating myself — go read something, pick up a favorite Bujold or McKillip and just read.  My usual reading time is the hour before bed, but this past year I’ve really gotten a lot out of a long afternoon of reading, every now and then.  I need to remember that.

My first read of this year is a re-read:  for Christmas I got The Books of Earthsea, a massive edition of all of Ursula Le Guin’s Earthsea books, illustrated by Charles Vess. This is a good way to start the year, I think.

holiday reading

December 14, 2018

After my massive, massive month-long research binge, I’ve been saving up fun reading for the holidays. Some of my favorite new series have new installments.

I’m very excited to curl up and just READ.  Oh, and I’ll probably add Robin McKinley’s Outlaws of Sherwood to the list to clear the palate after that movie.

the thing I learned this week

November 21, 2018

I’m neck deep in researching 19th century ornithologists. Long story.

So lots of bird species are named after people. Wilson’s warbler. Swainson’s Hawk. That kind of thing. Wilson in particular — he’s got a lot of birds named after him. Like, a lot. I flip through field guides and it’s like, geez, who the heck is this Wilson guy and why does he have, like, all the birds named after him? I thought it was kind of cheeky because I assumed he was naming them after himself.

It turns out, the convention is that if you’re the first scientist to discover/describe a new species, you get to name it, but not after yourself. Because, as I mentioned, that’s considered kind of gauche. Scientists tend to name newly-discovered species after people they admire. It’s why cartoonist Gary Larson has a species of louse named after him, and various authors and public figures and so forth have species named after them.

Lots of naturalists in the 19th century really admired Alexander Wilson, and that’s why he has a ton of bird species named for him.  He was a contemporary of Audubon. In fact, he probably gave Audubon the idea of going around and painting all the American bird species — because he did it first.  Spencer Fullerton Baird, first curator of the Smithsonian, also has a bunch of birds (Baird’s sparrow, Baird’s sandpiper, etc.) named after him and was also massively respected by his contemporaries.

The book I just finished, Of a Feather: A Brief History of American Birding by Scott Weidensaul, has lots of info on a bunch of these guys that birds are named after. It’s making me really happy to finally have stories behind those bird names.