The story of Penelope, told by Hera, which is an interesting choice. As in classical Greek mythology, Hera is full of rage and indignation but mostly helpless to actually accomplish anything. She skulks around the edges of events, a bitterly perceptive witness to the goings-on in Ithaca in Odysseus’s absence, affecting events as much as she dares while trying not to draw the attention of the more powerful gods and goddesses. The writing in this is pretty excellent, as is the characterization of the various mythological figures, but mostly this story is a frustrating series of examples of the lack of power and agency of women, even goddesses and queens.
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The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories, ed. Mahvesh Murad, Jared Shurin
There are some big names in here (Nnedi Okorafor, Neil Gaiman) and some that I love but may not be so famous (Amal El-Mohtar, Claire North, Saad Z. Hossain), but for me the standout stories were by authors I hadn’t previously encountered. “Reap” by Sami Shah is written from the viewpoint of a drone operator who is surveilling the Pakistan-Afghanistan border, and who begins to witness some freaky supernatural goings-on. It’s brilliant, combining frightening djinn behavior with the weird disconnection of war at a distance, and the feeling of being under threat by forces you can’t comprehend. I’d give second place to “The Congregation” by Kamila Shamsie, a gorgeous and spiritual piece about longing and brotherhood. Honorable mention to “Duende 2077” by Jamal Mahjoub, in which an exorcist is called to visit a haunted spaceship. Mostly a strong collection, put together in a way that started out whimsical and got really creepy towards the end.
The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August, by Claire North
This book is time travel, sort of, except it’s the Groundhog Day type where you don’t get a choice in how it’s done – you just rewind and get your life all over again, which is what happens to narrator Harry August. After he dies, he is reborn exactly where and when he was the first time, except this time he has all the memories of his previous life and is trapped in an infant body. (Yes, this happens fifteen times in the course of the book. Each time, North elides the weird part of having to get diaper trained and learn to walk while fully conscious and in possession of an adult mind, by simply skipping over it to when Harry is six and theoretically capable of asserting agency.) The first half of the book is Harry coming to terms with this strange existence, as well as meeting others who go through something similar; he learns that his fellow travelers – they call themselves kalachakras – have reached a sort of gentlemen’s agreement not to use their foreknowledge to greatly impact history, since that sort of thing can have terrible impacts down the timeline. Then Harry starts getting mysterious warnings passed down from the future, and begins to realize that a disaster is looming that only he can prevent. I enjoyed the ride, and North carried the story along splendidly. Unfortunately, this was the sort of book that’s super fun to read but doesn’t bear up well when you start thinking about the details and how it’s all supposed to work together.
Notes from the Burning Age, by Claire North
This is dystopian fiction, a kind of anti-Becky Chambers vision of the future in which humanity destroys the world, understands why and how it was destroyed, and hurtles towards doing it again anyway. Narrator Ven once belonged to the priesthood, where he interprets and sorts data excavated from the past, from trivial information like selfies and pictures of food, to more dangerous and forbidden knowledge like political screeds and diagrams of nuclear weapons. This is a very show-don’t-tell book, and Ven keeps secrets from the reader as well as from the people around him. The book builds patiently, the postapocalyptic world drawn with gorgeous detail, while Ven sinks deeper and deeper into his own head as he tries to grasp the complexities of the people around him. For a long time I didn’t know where this book was going, and then about a third of the way through it got very compelling. Slow start, amazing finish.