Month: January 2026

Review copy provided by the publisher. Also the author is a dear friend, and I read an earlier draft.

I’m so glad we’re finally closing in on the day when the rest of you can talk about this delightful weird book with me. If you’ve been reading John’s short stories for all these years, rest assured that this book has the same heart and the same absolutely fresh take on the world and its structures. If you haven’t, what a treat you have ahead of you! Go forth and read!

This book, though. Okay. Ellie looks after the structure of the universe far more than most of us with physics training. She regularly visits the skunkworks, an extra-universe space that allows for tweaking and re-coding the laws of this and other universes. John puts the physics in metaphysics here–there’s a whole community of people dedicated to this work in a way that’s a lot more like a branch of engineering, architecture, or software design.

Unfortunately, most of that community has been poisoned against her by her self-righteous, violent, and gaslighting-prone sister Chris. And when their mother dies, Ellie is left scrambling against changes in the laws of physics themselves. She’s not sure who she can trust. Thank goodness for her hulking cousin Daniel, the most food-focused metaphysician you’ll ever meet.

So yeah, you’ll be intrigued, you’ll be hooked, but you will also be hungry. Maybe it’s that John and I have similar taste in food (the bao! the brussels sprouts! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THAT EGG TART, CHU), but I was on the edge of my seat mostly to find out how Ellie and Daniel would beat Chris’s machinations but also a tiny bit to see what food item Daniel would come up with next. I always knew that cooking was crucial to the maintenance of space-time. Soon the rest of you can see why. Highly recommended.

P.F. Chisholm, A Suspicion of Silver. Ninth in its mystery series, set late in the reign of Elizabeth I/in the middle of when James I and VI was still just James VI. I don’t recommend starting it here, because there was a moment when I wailed, “no, not [name]!” when you won’t have a very strong sense of that character from just this book. Pretty satisfying for where it is in its series, though, still enjoying. Especially as they have returned to the north, which I like much better.

Joan Coggin, Who Killed the Curate?. A light British mid-century mystery, first in its series and I’m looking forward to reading more. If you were asked to predict what a book published in 1944 with this title would be like, you would have this book absolutely bang on the nose, so if you read that title and went “ooh fun,” go get it, and if you read that title and thought “oh gawd not another of those,” you’re not wrong either. I am very much in the “ooh fun” camp.

Matt Collins with Roo Lewis, Forest: A Journey Through Wild and Magnificent Landscapes. Photos and essays about forests, not entirely aided by its printer printing it a little toward the sepia throughout. Still a relaxing book if you are a Nice Books About Nice Trees fan, which I am.

John Darnielle, This Year: A Book of Days (365 Songs Annotated). When I first saw John Darnielle/The Mountain Goats live, I recognized him. I don’t mean that I knew him before, I mean that I taught a lot of people like him physics labs once upon a time: people who had seen a lot of shit and now would like to learn some nice things about quantum mechanics please. Anyway this book was fun and interesting and confirmed that Darnielle is exactly who you’d think he was from listening to the Mountain Goats all this time.

Nadia Davids, Cape Fever. A short mildly speculative novel about a servant girl in Cape Town navigating life with a controlling and unpleasant employer. Beautifully written and gentle in places you might not have thought possible. Looking forward to whatever else Davids does.

Djuna, Counterweight. Weird space elevator novella (novel? very short one if so) in a highly corporate Ruritanian world with strong Korean cultural influences (no surprise as this is in translation from Korean). I think this slipped by a lot of SFF people and maybe shouldn’t have.

Margaret Frazer, This World’s Eternity. Kindle. I continue to dislike the short stories that result from Frazer trying to write Shakespeare’s version of historical figures rather than what she thinks they would actually have been like. Does that mean I’ll stop reading these? Hmm, I think there’s only one left.

Drew Harvell, The Ocean’s Menagerie: How Earth’s Strangest Creatures Reshape the Rules of Life. If you like the subgenre There’s Weird Stuff In The Ocean, which I do, this is a really good one of those. Gosh is there weird stuff in the ocean. Very satisfying.

Rupert Latimer, Murder After Christmas. Another light British murder mystery from 1944, another that is basically exactly what you think it is. What a shame he didn’t have the chance to write a lot more.

Wen-Yi Lee, When They Burned the Butterfly. Gritty and compelling, small gods and teenage girl gangs in 1970s Singapore. Singular and great. Highly recommended.

Karen Lord, Annalee Newitz, and Malka Older, eds., We Will Rise Again: Speculative Stories and Essays on Protest, Resistance, and Hope. There’s some really lovely stuff in here, and a wide variety of voices. Basically this is what you would want this kind of anthology to be.

Diarmaid MacCulloch, Lower Than the Angels: A History of Sex and Christianity. I don’t pick your subtitles, authors. You and your editors are doing that. So when you claim to be a history of sex and Christianity…that is an expectation you have set. And when you don’t include the Copts or the Nestorians or nearly anything about the Greek or Russian Orthodox folks and then you get to the 18th and 19th centuries and sail past the Shakers and the free love Christian communes…it is not my fault that I grumble that your book is in no way a history of sex and Christianity, you’re the one that claimed it was that and then really wanted to do a history of semi-normative Western Christian sex among dominant populations. What a disappointment.

Robert MacFarlane and Jackie Morris, The Lost Spells and The Lost Words (reread). I accidentally got both of these instead of just one, but they’re both brief and poetic about nature vocabulary, a good time without being a big commitment.

Robert MacFarlane, Underland: A Deep Time Journey. This is one of those broad-concept pieces of nonfiction, with burial mounds but also mycorrhizal networks. MacFarlane’s prose is always readable, and this is a good time.

David Narrett, The Cherokees: In War and At Peace, 1670-1840. And again: I did not choose your subtitle, neighbor. So when you claim that your history goes through 1840…and then everything after 1796 is packed into a really brief epilogue…and I mean, what could have happened to the Cherokees after 1796 but before 1840, surely it couldn’t be [checks notes] oh, one of the major events in their history as a people, sure, no, what difference could that make. Seriously, I absolutely get not wanting to write about the Trail of Tears. But then don’t tell people you’re writing about the Trail of Tears. Honestly, 1670-1800, who could quibble with that. But in this compressed epilogue there are paragraphs admonishing us not to forget about…people we have not learned about in this book and will have some trouble learning about elsewhere because Cherokee histories are not thick on the ground. Not as disappointing as the MacCulloch, but still disappointing.

Tim Palmer, The Primacy of Doubt: From Quantum Physics to Climate Change, How the Science of Uncertainty Can Help Us Understand Our Chaotic World. I found this to be a comfort read, which I think a lot of people won’t if they haven’t already gone through things like disproving hidden variables as a source of quantum uncertainty. But it’ll still be interesting–maybe more so–and the stuff he worked on about climate physics is great.

Henry Reece, The Fall: Last Days of the English Republic. If you want a general history, that’s the Alice Hunt book I read last fortnight. This is a more specifically focused work about the last approximately two years, the bit between Cromwell’s death and the Restoration. Also really well done, also interesting, but doing a different thing. You’ll probably get more out of this if you have a solid grasp on the general shape of the period first.

Randy Ribay, The Reckoning of Roku. As regular readers can attest, I mostly don’t read media tie-ins–mostly just not interested. But F.C. Yee’s Avatar: the Last Airbender work was really good, so I thought, all right, why not give their next author a chance. I’m glad I did. This is a fun YA fantasy novel that would probably work even if you didn’t know the Avatar universe but will be even better if you do.

Madeleine E. Robins, The Doxie’s Penalty. Fourth in a series of mysteries, but it’s written so that you could easily start here. Well-written, well-plotted, generally enjoyable. I was thinking of rereading the earlier volumes of the series, and I’m now more, not less, motivated to do so.

Georgia Summers, The Bookshop Below. I feel like the cover of this was attempting to sell it as a cozy. It is not a cozy. It is a fantasy novel that is centered on books and bookshops, but it is about as cozy as, oh, say, Ink Blood Sister Scribe in that direction. And this is good, not everything with books in it is drama-free, look at our current lives for example. Sometimes it’s nice to have a fantasy adventure that acknowledges the importance of story in our lives, and this is one of those times.

Adrian Tchaikovsky, Lives of Bitter Rain. This is not a novella. It is a set of vignettes of backstory from a particular character in this series. It does not hang together except that, sure, I’m willing to buy that these things happened in this order. I like this series–it was not unpleasant reading–but do not go in expecting more than what it is.

Iida Turpeinen, Beasts of the Sea. A slim novel in translation from Finnish, spanning several eras of attitudes toward natural history in general and the Steller’s sea cow in specific. Vivid and moving.

Brenda Wineapple, Ecstatic Nation: Confidence, Crisis, and Compromise, 1848-1877. The nation in question is the US, in case you were wondering. This was a generally quite good book about the middle of the 19th century in the US, except of course that that’s a pretty big and eventful topic, so all sorts of things are going to have to get left out. But she did her very best to hit the high spots culturally as well as politically, so overall it was the most satisfying bug crusher I’ve read so far this year.

Louisa May Alcott, Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom. Rereads. I had run out of TBR before Christmas, and it seemed like time. And oh gosh. If you’d asked me the plot of Eight Cousins when I was small–when it was my favorite LMA–I would have said that the plot was “girl has too many relatives, chaos ensues.” (This was a form of plot I found very relatable.) But upon rereading, oh my goodness. Oh MY goodness. So there is one aunt who has been giving Rose dozens of “patent medicines” and another aunt who says straight out to her face, “Oh, shut up, Myra, we all know you killed your kid with laudanum,” and all the nicer characters are like, “welp, harsh but fair.” (This is only barely a paraphrase.) (Also, rather than thinking this was a weird family conversation, I immediately identified which of my great-aunts I thought would be the one to deliver the “you killed your kid” line and went on reading. WELP.) The plot of Eight Cousins is actually “for the love of Pete will you people stop drugging your daughters into immobility.” So much wilder reading it that way. The plot of Rose in Bloom has always been “which of my cousins should I marry, obviously not someone unrelated to me, don’t be daft.” So I always found that one alarming for the same reasons as I found the first one very relatable. I have so many cousins, and I am so glad to be married to zero of them. So at least one of my sets of memories here was intact, but it was the wrong one.

Stephanie Balkwill, The Women Who Ruled China: Buddhism, Multiculturalism, and Governance in the Sixth Century. Interesting detail about which women had power, and how they had it, and who was opposed to it, and how it was recorded/discussed after. Filling in a bit of history I didn’t know much about.

K.J. Charles, Copper Script. A friend suggested that I might enjoy this one, since I have enjoyed Charles’s mysteries and there is a strong mystery/thriller component here as well as a strong historical romance component. Friend was correct, this worked very well for me because I found the romantic obstacles sympathetic and believable and because it stayed reasonably far on the action plot side of the line. Will be poking around to see what else might suit in Charles’s back catalog, as one can only expect her to write so many murder mysteries in a year.

Amanda Downum, The Poison Court. Kindle. Fantasy court politics and magical politics entwined, as they must do, with interpersonal politics, lush and engaging, not sure why I thought this was a shorter work than it is but I’m very glad I’ve gotten to it now.

Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War. Reread. I had, I repeat, run out of TBR before Christmas, and I noticed that 2019 was a minute ago, so I had not in fact “just read” this one. I reveled in the language and playfulness of it all over again.

Margaret Frazer, Lowly Death and The Death of Kings. Kindle. I’m not finding her short stories particularly transcendent, but they are compulsively and conveniently readable, and I’m out of novels, so. The first is a murder mystery, the second is a political mystery about the death of Richard II, who is the wrong Richard for me to really engage, ah well.

Mischa Honeck, We Are the Revolutionists: German-Speaking Immigrants and American Abolitionists After 1848. Everybody knows I love me some ’48ers. This is a study that deliberately looks at different regions of America and genders and classes of German-speaking immigrants rather than treating them as a monolith, so it’s full of all sorts of interesting treats of information.

Alice Hunt, Republic: Britain’s Revolutionary Decade, 1648-1660. What I really like is that Hunt is really good about questions like “what was going on with the Caribbean colonization at the time” and “okay but what were they writing and doing scientific research about that was not politics.” It’s about Britain in this decade+, not just about its politics. Really solid stuff, makes me very happy to have.

Tove Jansson, Tales from Moominvalley. Kindle. I’m pretty sure I read this as a child, but I have neither record nor memory of it. It is a delightful gentle fantastical collection, with many of the stories focused on the pleasures of quiet and solitude in a way I find entirely congenial.

Arturo Pérez-Reverte, The Flanders Panel. This was 3/4 of an interesting novel about art restoration, chess, and murder, but then it veered off into mid-late 20th century attitudes about gender and sexuality in ways that I cannot recommend. Go in braced if you go.

Linda Proud, A Tabernacle for the Sun. Kindle. Historical novel in the milieu of Lorenzo de Medici, centering on him but not featuring him as protagonist. This is the first in a trilogy apparently, and if you want to sink into thumping big historical novels, this sure is one. I do sometimes.

Alice Roberts, Tamed: From Wild to Domesticated, the Ten Animals and Plants That Changed Human History. The friend who gave this to me for Christmas opined that it was hard to get more in my wheelhouse than a book that discussed both dogs and apples, and he was correct, and this was fun and interesting and made me happy to read.

C.D. Rose, We Live Here Now. Surreal and sinister and sometimes quite funny, this is a book with a fairly niche audience, and that niche is: have you ever made snarky jokes about Anish Kapoor? To be clear, this book is not about Anish Kapoor. But it’s steeped in contemporary art, and that’s a pretty good synecdoche for its direction. We make a lot of Anish Kapoor jokes around here. I found this delightful. Installations and disappearances and different angles on similar happenings. (I find it so delightful when I read/listen to interviews with artists from the 1960s who are constantly having happenings! So many happenings! Why can’t we have more happenings, I ask you. But this book is significantly more contemporary than that.)

Sean Stewart, Mockingbird. Reread. I had, I am telling you, run out of TBR before Christmas, and I remembered very little of this. It holds up quite well, having really good depictions of family dynamics as well as worldbuilding.

Marina Warner, Stranger Magic: Charmed States and the Arabian Nights. An examination (nonfiction) of what that work actually said and did and also where it ramified in cultures not its own, really interesting storytelling stuff, hurrah, glad to have it on the shelf and think lots of thoughts about exoticization and fantasy.

T.H. White, The Once and Future King. Reread. I had, I hope you understand, run out of TBR before Christmas, and I had not reread this one since high school. I found that while there were a few images I remembered from the last three sections of this omnibus, it was for the most part the first one I remembered. It turns out there’s a reason for this. Basically anything where White has to depict a female character is terrible, they’re all irrational and yelly and stupid, and it looks to me like he’s going “I don’t know, I guess people want a one of these? sometimes?” The first section, the best-known section, though: when I first read this when I was 11, I got the vast majority of the funny bits and I did not get the cri de coeur, I did not get that it was someone who had been there for the Great War screaming into the void that another was coming and the alternative was worse. I’m glad to have a renewed sense of it, and also ow, ow, ow.

Robert Wrigley, The True Account of Myself as a Bird. This poetry collection was right on my knife edge between “observes something ordinary in a way that makes it extraordinary” and “plods along in the utterly undistinguished ordinary,” with some poems coming down on one side and others on the other.