A Darker Shade of Magic

“Kell wore a very peculiar coat. It had neither one side, which would be conventional, nor two, which would be unexpected, but several, which was, of course, impossible. The first thing he did whenever he stepped out of one London and into another was take off the coat and turn it inside out once or twice (or even three times) until he found the side he needed. (A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab)


Though many authorities have variousImage result for a darker shade of magic official ways of dividing up the fantasy genre, my home-made system starts with classing all fantasy as either ‘background magic’ or ‘systemic magic’. Background magic books are really an adventure or mystery story dressed up in a fantasy costume. Their magic is simply a by-product of the atmosphere and new magical rules can be created whenever the plot needs them. This sub-genre has several wonderful examples, including Harry Potter, but their logic topples easily at the slightest thought. Systemic magic fantasy, on the other hand, has a specific magical system, with limitations and rules that are explained and followed, even when inconvenient (think Mistborn or Powder Mages).

Of the two subdivisions, A Darker Shade of Magic is most certainly the former. The magic makes almost no sense, simply borrowing from the general idea of elemental magic and throwing in a few extra worlds and some blood magic for effect. As a result of the hastily sketched magic, the fight scenes come off as uncertain, as if the characters have as little clue what their magic can do as the author does. Though a gratifying adventure/world-saving story, this book will not satisfy fantasy fans with a craving for new, creative magical systems.

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Length: 416
Ending: nonsensical; breaks a magical rule Schwab sets out at the beginning
Further Reading: If you’d like more background fantasy, A Dirty Job is more of an urban fantasy, but still highly atmospheric.
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Saturn Run

“Trust no one, everything breaks, nothing works as advertised, and if anything can go wrong, it will.” (Saturn Run by John Sandford and Ctein)


WARNING: SPOILER

I’ve never written a review that includes a spoiler before, but here, there’s no way around it. The whole book succeeds or fails because Sandford kills off the only likable main character early on: the smart-mouthed, mid-western engineer, Becca Johansson. Part of me admires this decision as an incredibly brave choice. It’s brave because it’s realistic: even important people die on dangerous adventures in space. It’s brave because Sandford doesn’t use the death to turn the whole book into a graphic, GOT-like, character-killing fest. It’s brave because he cuts off the only love story in the book before it gets a chance to gain traction.

Yet, while brave and admirable and utterly unpredictable, the reason why most authors don’t kill off their main-and-only-likable characters is that books falter without them. They’re the keystone to readability. After Becca dies, the plot line moves forward mechanically, without the twist of humor that defines the first three quarters. Sandford and Ctein give the book a realism that most genre fiction lacks, but they sacrifice much of what makes the book compelling in the process. Is realism worth that much?

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Length: 496
Ending: Not satisfying; too much about the greed of politics instead of science or philosophy
Incidental Learning: anthropology, space, engineering
Further Reading: This is part of the realistic science fiction movement that was popularized by The Martian

A Room with a View

“Does it seem reasonable that she should play so wonderfully, and live so quietly? I suspect that one day she will be wonderful in both. the water-tight compartments in her will break down, and the music and life will mingle. Then we shall have her heroically good, heroically bad – too heroic, perhaps to be good or bad.” (A Room with a View by E. M. Forster


I feel as though, given enough time and practice, I could write a similar book to many of the books I’ve read. I don’t mean to say that writing books is easy, or that I’m as talented as any given author, but rather that my thought patterns match the writing and plotting style of most books. They are straight forward; I am straightforward. Given enough time, I could probably write a straightforward book that mostly makes sense. Yet, with books like this one, I feel as though I could never in a dozen lifetimes produce such a work. They are a mix of poetry and wisdom that requires a different kind of soul; a different kind of mind, than I possess. I can merely read these books open-mouthed, without being able to dissect the rhythms or cadence. My talent for prediction fails, my ever-analyzing mind falters, and I simply read without thought.

Though Forster let me dwell in this suspended state for most of the book, to my chagrin, he forced me back into my head at the conclusion. While most of the work seemed a glorious jumble of subtle characters and beautiful prose, Forster wound up to a Point (capital intended) eventually. The philosophic claim made me forget the experience of reading the rest of the book, my mind rewriting the light story into directed arguments and logical lines. Though I usually rail against literature with a Point, in this case, I forgive Forster because he made his so gently, and so wonderfully.

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Length: 321
Ending: too cognative
Incidental Learning: Italian painters and culture

The Way We Live Now

“Throughout the world, the more wrong a man does, the more indignant he is at wrong done to him.” (The Way we Live Now by Anthony Trollope)


If Hetta Carbury and her lazy lover Paul Montague were somehow involved in my life, I would be the mean girl who teased them behind their backs. I can imagine myself being catty over coffee, along with some other gossip-minded friend, calling Hetta boy-crazy and Paul a lackey. “He only likes her because Roger likes her,” I’d say of Paul, and my friend would agree with a knowing smirk. If a rumor about their breakup made its way to us, we would groan and roll our eyes; we’d absolutely refuse to give Paul credit for the audacity of being with another woman. And we’d be right.

In my defense, Trollope himself brings out this mean-girl persona in me. Had he not held up Hetta as the pinnacle of womanly virtue, I probably would not be so angry at her for being insipid. Had he simply created a couple boring characters who happened to triumph over the more interesting ones, I likely wouldn’t have this lingering desire to verbally abuse them in the hopes of making up for the injustice. Instead, Trollope pronounces judgement on his cast, leaving no recourse for the reader who disagrees with his morals. The boring characters prevail because they do nothing objectionable; the interesting ones fail because they’re morally flawed.

And yet, only books that engage the reader’s whole mind can raise such ire. There’s a distinction between being angry at a book and not caring about one; the ones that don’t raise any emotion are the ones we end up quickly forgetting.

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Length: 
Ending: 438
Incidental Learning: Victorian-era England
Further Reading: This reminded me of other moral Victorian works, like Vanity Fair, rather than Trollopes lighter Barsetshire series.

Dirty Job

“Don’t be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It’s the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates.” (Dirty Job by Christopher Moore)


I have a vague feeling that I used to read better books. Perhaps its nostalgia for simpler times, but I think not. I just seem to be choosing books that don’t work for me more frequently these days, and then obstinately sticking with them to the end (though I resolved to do the opposite less than a year ago). Here’s my theory: where I used to read exclusively in print, I now read almost all ebooks. The reasons are highly practical and all having to do with the demands of motherhood, but I have come to believe that the process for selecting a book online is just inferior to browsing for a book on a shelf.

When browsing books in a library or at a bookstore, you’re confronted with all the possibilities at once. You can only narrow your search to a specific letter of the alphabet, so the selection process happens with a certain amount of serendipity. You walk down the shelves and a cover attracts you, or you recognize an author’s name someone recommended long ago. You see authors from all genres shoved together unceremoniously, so you’re forced to intuitively make a selection rather than choosing by a preconception about your preferences. When searching, however, you limit your choice with parameters before you even have a chance to think or get inspired. You may find e-books that coincide with your stated preferences, but you’ll get fewer books that surprise you – which leads to less enjoyable reading.

Dirty Job emphasizes atmosphere over every other quality; It feels more like a bunch of bizarre coincidences and one-liners stitched together by a thin over-arching plot than a cohesive novel. Though I input ‘comedy’ as my search criterion to arrive at this selection, I apparently failed to tell google that I mostly find humor in 1920’s British novels, not supernatural thrillers. I laughed only once throughout the entire book. Next time, I’ll be more careful with how I phrase my search. Or better yet, I’ll find a way to toddler-proof my library books so I can read them safely throughout the day.

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Length: 405
Ending: Main character dies
Further Reading: The atmosphere of this reminded me of No Bad Deed or the Dresden Files.

Powder Mage Trilogy

“I would die for my country. But I’d rather kill for it. Ready your troops. We march!” (Autumn Republic by Brian McClellan)


The Autumn Republic CoverMy methods for finding books have degraded from carefully browsing bookshelves to hasty google searches. After The Autumn Republic popped up as a good fantasy series, I checked it out on Overdrive and started it without a second thought. I described the book to people as ‘dropping you right in the middle of things’, which impressed me because most fantasy authors are known for agonizingly slow world building. Yet, after McClellan summarized an absurdly complicated backstory in a half-paragraph, I checked the cover again and read the fine print (it was fine print, at least, on my phone): book three of the powder mage trilogy. I had read half of the book without even noticing that it was the finale of a trilogy.

Although this mistake doubtless says a lot about my state of mind lately, it also is indicative of the whole series’ strengths and weaknesses. The trilogy features phenomenal fight and war scenes that one can picture in matrix-like slow-motion detail and that push the reader quickly through the story line, but its recapping is so redundant that you could literally pick up the book anywhere and not be lost. McClellan also succeeds marvelously in building an original magical system, but he then feels the need to remind you of how it works in every scene. I tend to prefer fantasy that respects my ability to remember its rules and plots over the course of a few pages.

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Length: 1,888
Ending: Abrupt, over-explained
Incidental Learning: In this new ‘flintlock’ fantasy genre, you learn more about industrial-revolution type inventions
Further Reading: If you like the war aspect, I’d go for Blood Song next. If you like the flintlock aspect, try Mistborn

Memory Man

“Her face held the wonderful enthusiasm of youth as yet unblemished by life. That age was a nice time in anyone’s life. And it was necessary. To get through what was coming in later years. If we all started out cynical, what a shitty world that would be.” (Memory Man by David Baldacci)


memory-manEvery now and then, life calls for a bestseller. It may happen when you’re particularly busy or stressed out, or on the contrary, when you’re bored and need to fill a spare group of hours. Perhaps it’s not every now and then, perhaps your life is always a life that calls for a best seller, and that’s OK too. Best sellers aim to please, they’re not demanding, they don’t require you to dress up in your intellectual best, but merely to come as you are, hot mess and all.

Of all the reading lists I keep stored in the back of my mind, on post it notes, and in various digital files, one of them is made up of bestselling authors. I’d like to read a Roberts, a Baldacci, a Grisham and a Patterson as if they were each their own particular genres. Yet, like many projects, this is not one I have tackled head-on. Instead, I read them here and there. Of Baldacci, I can now say: exceptional pacing; unexceptional plotting. While Baldacci paced the book so fast that I almost didn’t have time to notice, some rather large plot holes (especially in the second book) were unmissable at any speed and, in the end, took away from my overall enjoyment of the series.

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Length: Memory Man: 509 pgs; The Last Mile: 560 pgs
Ending: too sentimental for a man who supposedly has no sentiment
Further Reading: Bestsellers tend to have these same strengths and weaknesses: they move you along, but don’t always make perfect sense. If you liked this one, you’ll have a lot to choose from.