Reading With No Time

Have you ever found a new book to read, and checked it out the library or bought it, and wanted to slot a time to read it because you know it’ll be good, and then just never actually find the time to slot it to read it because you keep putting it off because you have a zillion other things to do that needed to be taken care of NOW? Yeah, that’s yours truly, and the kicker is that I checked this book out of the library and I think it’s due in a like a few days, and I haven’t even started.

The book is Howards End by E.M.Forster. I’ve read one book by Forster before, Maurice, and loved it. That book was so good; it’s definitely ahead of its time by like 100 years. So when I read a random article on Vogue about the new series “Howards End” that’s based on another one of his books I thought, well then, time to check this one out too. I read like the first paragraph and went ‘this’ll be excellent too’ and then I never had time to read any further. Ugh.

Maybe I should seriously consider setting aside 30 minutes every day to read? I know that there’re habit trackers that help with that, and would be a good addition to my bullet journal. There’re so many things that I want to/need to read that I’m further behind in my good book backlog than  my video games/tv shows backlog, I’m sure. Why does life just feel like a series of things that you try to keep up to get done before you kick the bucket? Hah. That’s a morbid thought, especially for someone as sickly as me. But I think a set time to tackle at least the literary front (not a specific time, just 30 min every day whenever) is a good start.


CJ Cherryh Why You Gotta Be So Panicky?

I’m re-reading Cyteen by CJ Cherryh. I’m sure I talked about it before, but just to reiterate – it’s the book that basically cemented my own writing style. I read Cyteen when I was 19 and finished the whole trilogy in a week (read about 100 pages a day; I was enthralled). It made me go “wow I didn’t know there are English sci-fi books that are like this!” English because there are many, many Chinese books like this, although not sci-fi, where it’s sort of an ensemble cast and it’s a giant web of deceit and personal relationships. (This was back in early 2000s, long before Game of Thrones was a mainstream thing.) Anyway, I’ve decided to re-read it, see if it holds up now I’m no longer a wide-eyed teenager being exposed to new things. It…does and doesn’t at the same time?

It doesn’t because I’ve matured as a writer, so I can recognize pacing issues, and that the dialogue is a bit repetitive, and how her prose is kind of bland and succinct. Now nothing wrong with succinct prose – hell I should learn some of that for myself, god knows how long-winded I can be – but the story is so long and complicated that the oversimplified descriptions doesn’t really keep me engaged. Her books are not action-oriented tales, so a lot of the conflict is psychological and internal. It’s boring to keep reading “they can’t trust anyone” over and over expressed in similar ways, you know? Some parts drag on too long in the worst way. Those aren’t boring, nope, those are anxiety-inducing and panicky. You feel like you’re just pacing around in circles, pumped full of fear, and it doesn’t end. I mean, I guess the writing succeeds in that you feel the full extend of panic, but it’s just so draining. You can read how this character is panicking and the relief doesn’t come for another 100 pages. So by page 80 you’re like okay enough is enough I can’t take this constant anxiety time to skip ahead good lord. Unlike Downbelow Station, which is just as anxiety inducing but moves at a good pace so it actually keeps you super engaged, Cyteen just makes you want to put the book down and never pick it up back again without taking some Xanax.

I’m only halfway through right now, butI think I finished all the parts I remember from before (the brilliant parts). Apparently all the interesting stuff happened in the first third, which I guess is the first book (it’s an omnibus). I feel like the first benefited from setting up the world and the people, so you are naturally interested because they’re so alien and unfamiliar. And the people themselves are quite fascinating. But by book 2 and 3 she should’ve stopped setting up, so to speak, and get more plot points in, but they don’t. Well, I don’t know what the 3rd book does because I’m not there yet, but book 2 is definitely sloggy. Now I just want to move on so I can read the actual sequel Regenesis. That desire prompted the trip through the Union side of the Alliance-Union universe in the first place.

(Watch this bite me in the butt when I write my own trilogy, and all the readers’d ever remember is the first one. I’m crossing my fingers that this won’t be the case.)

Happy Thoughts

It’s now morning (well, almost noon) and my husband hasn’t called yet, but I’m feeling much better. I had an unsettling dream (don’t remember exactly what) and I freaked out a little bit over my past mistakes when I woke up, but other than that I’d say it’s an alright start. Iv’e also done a lot of my morning routine much quicker. Huh, never realized talking to someone would actually take up a lot of time. If I just do all my routine in absolute silence I’d probably get it done in 2/3 of the time. But that’d be boring, and a little creepy too if there’re other people around you, like you’re a robot or something.

Speaking of robots, I’ve started to read Philip K. Dick’s short story collection last night, and then after the first one I promptly decided that I’m not going to read them while my husband’s gone. Way too dystopian, literary, and depressing (and usually those are the stories I find fascinating). I need some cheerful happy things to read right now, you know? So I think I’m just going to read comic books. I’ve just started on Saga and so far the two volumes I’ve read are pretty awesome. I also haven’t got through the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series yet (I have up to book 9; they’re so fun and lighthearted and quick to read! Children’s book sometimes can be great escapes if your life is not quite up to par, I think.) So I think the next half month I’ll just be drowning in cartoons because, well, it’s not really a time for contemplating our measly existence against killer robots right now. That can be done later, when I’m in better mental shape.

The Handmaid’s Tale (No Spoilers)

I just started watching Handmaid’s Tale on Hulu last night. I’ve read the book before, and it was a short book, so I was wondering how they’re going to have a series of this. I can understand doing like 3 episodes like Sherlock or other BBC shows but it’s now on episode 10 this week and still going? I’ve only watched 2 episodes and thought – um, they just covered like 2/3 of the book so what is going to happen for the rest of the season? And is there going to be a season 2? I can’t foresee this dragging on since it’s a very personal narrative and stuff. But since I haven’t caught up on it I of course will have to wait and see.

I am very glad that they put a lot of the crazy big stuff in the first and second episodes. There were a few plot points in the book that’s very, very poignant and horrible, and it stuck with me because how outlandish yet possible it is at the same time. (Similar to Octavia Butler’s Parable of the Talents, especially considering current politics.) I was wondering if they’d depict it exactly as it happens in the book, and they did so far, so I’m happy about that. I like that they have a multicultural cast because the series is about women and religion, not particularly about people of color, so I think it’s interesting they didn’t try to tackle race/sex/sexual orientation/science/everything at once. I also like that they showed that the oppression of women affects EVERYBODY and the presence of sympathetic men in power. It’s more pronounced than the book did, I think, just because it’s more visual.

I’m going to watch more tonight – probably catch up by next week (too many things to watch! Still haven’t seen Wonder Woman in theaters yet!) I will post a spoiler-full thought post after I catch up.

Serpent’s Reach – Afterthought

I am on a serious CJ Cherryh binge right now. I think after I started reading The Wind-Up Girl (still only halfway) and got so bored by its character clichés that I figured I need to turn to something better, and since I’ve never actually delved too deep into Cherryh’s Alliance-Union universe save for the two Hugo winners, I might as well start at the beginning.

I’ve decided to start Union-side because there’re only 4 books (and a short novella) in the series, plus I want to re-read Cyteen again. I first went to Wikipedia because, for crying out loud the background is so ridiculous that you definitely need the Cliffnotes before you start (to be fair, there’re 27 books total in this series so I get how it became this way). Serpent’s Reach is the first one. It follows a woman whose clan got wiped out in a political move and basically is a long-con revenge story with some star-system shattering endings.

Let’s get the bad parts of this book out first: mainly the pacing. There were several time skips and I thought they were abrupt and frankly, either need to be expanded or completely removed. Right now they’re in that awkward place where you have enough details to want more but don’t get any. Like the years the protagonist spent between her exile from a planet and arrival on a ship. There’s a whole chapter devoted to her physically aging. Like, what? You couldn’t just go ‘she was 16, now she’s 29, here’s a summary paragraph about what she did during that time, done?’ And the plot would work out pretty much exactly the same, so this definitely came across to me as really unnecessary.

I also found some of her plot elements intentionally too vague. Overall the book feels like it’s been cut due to page constraints or something, because there were a lot of uneven detailing going on. I couldn’t figure out what happened at the end to the Kontrins until I looked up the plot on the Internet! I mean I got the sense that the planet blew up and everyone died (it didn’t), but not exactly what went down. An additional sentence or two would be more than enough to clear it up, instead of me just have a vague feeling of dread, which worked very well in Downbelow Station but not here. Guess that’s why that one won a Hugo and this one, not so much.

And now onto the good stuff – the great things that makes me such a devoted Cherryh fan – her characters and their relationships. (With a healthy dose of political intrigue, although not too much for this book.) I loved the parley between Raen (main character) and Pol (sort of antagonist but turned out to be antihero-ish). They were completely on equal terms when it came to connivance and ruthlessness that it made Raen just as terrifying as all the male villains (a lot of media doesn’t do women the same justice). That had always been the case with Cherryh –  her aliens are wonderfully alien, her men are emotional and exquisite, and her women absolutely frightening. It’s special in that her women are NOT devoid of emotion (no “ice queen” or “stoic assassin” here), on the contrary,  usually it’s driven by passion or hunger for power or, in this specific case, revenge for the death of her entire family.

Her male characters, on the other hand, tend to be the “heart” of a story. The helpless ones, the insecure ones (which most of them overcome if they’re given enough screentime), the downtrodden ones. And I don’t mean all her men are like that, I mean if there is a character in an ensemble who’s more on the powerless side, it’s assigned to a male character and not a female one, unlike convention. There’re plenty of strong male characters in Serpent’s Reach, by all means, but the least ruthless (arguably?) was a clone named Jim who eventually gained independence through his own volition. It’s refreshing to see, and all the power dynamic he had were flipped from the norm (at least in 1980s terms). I love that he eventually gained the same mindset as Raen through “programming”, which brought out the age-old debate of nature vs. nurture. I also love that her entire Union-side stories tend to focus exclusively on this because of the clones. It just added more dimension to what it meant to be human (along with, of course, the super non-human aliens such as the majat and how they navigate a world completely different from the various strains of future homo sapiens.)

Reading Cherryh’s books makes me happy. It’s escapism at its finest for me, because I can forget about how depressing the real world works and just lose myself in this new, more fascinating future. I know some sci-fi people love because it really could happen, like Star Trek give people hope and optimism for the human kind and such. Well, I don’t think this series is it, necessarily. In fact some facets of it I hope never come to life. It’s like the world of Game of Thrones – no way you want to actively strive to create a world just as such, but if you’re already in it, it is quite an awesome ride to live vicariously through.

Library Trip

I went to the library today. Walked there – it’s only about half a mile away and it’s a beautiful day after a full week of non-stop rain. I had a book on hold but due to MLK day and such I could not go until now. It’s like the smallest library branch I’ve ever seen! I’m pretty sure I’m just going to use it as a pitstop for picking up books on hold, because collection is so tiny it’s not worth me browsing through even.

I picked up CJ Cherryh’s Serpent’s Reach. I was going to get this and 40,000 in Gehenna BUT THEN I looked up the page numbers and thought, yeah…ain’t gonna finish those in three weeks. So one will do for now. I’m actually going to try to read through this universe because I really want to re-read Cyteen again, and then move on to Regenesis, so might as well start at the beginning. Her books, like Mary Renault’s, always seem to cheer me up.

I’m actually halfway through The Wind-Up Girl on my Kindle and I’m just…not feeling too much for the story. Mostly because the main attraction, the “wind-up”, is boring as fuck! I mean, super power female sex robot from Japan, omg, I’ve never seen that before! Christ, if you’re going with that route at least make it a male sex robot or something, or have more agency than “omg I’m a helpless girl I was made this way all I want is happiness and be with my people oh look suddenly I have super powers that may be the key to solving every other problem in the book but no one knows about it omg I’m so fragile save me!” Like, right, um, yawwwwnnnnn. It’s kind of sad because there are parts of that book that’s original, as I’ve never seen that many different Asian cultures being featured in a book in a non-“look at me look at how exotic and Oriental these people are!” way. Anyway, I should finish reading this one first but the CJ Cherryh book just calls to me, so I figure that can wait.

The Last of the Wine – Afterthought

Reading a Mary Renault historical book is like sipping tea on a cozy afternoon in your favorite chair. The prose is so technically superb, the plotline so well-crafted, the characters so vivid that you feel like you’re talking to them in your living room. It felt, well, very British, in a sense (fitting considering the time they were written and she was a British lady). Nothing seems to be actively happening but so much is going on that they all roil under the surface like a boiling pot. It is more in what is not said, or said so subtly that it’s missed, that drives the stories.

The Last of the Wine is all of those and more. At certain points I had to put the book away because it went from 0 to 60 in a few pages flat. I was not expecting reading a brutal description of javelin someone in the neck and then excruciatingly killing them out of mercy so soon after the narrator barely put on arms in the same chapter. I literally went “Okay time to go do something else” in the middle of the paragraph and took a cooking break. For a book filled with men discussing philosophy and the virtue of love and justice it also gets ridiculously violent. Alexias (narrator) has been through so much crap that it sometimes feels a little too artificial. But that’s my only critique – a Greek narrator in a historical fiction got a little bit larger than life. It worked very well for Alexander the Great in the Alexander novels; in this particular book sometimes it takes one out of the immersion.

There are so many other reviews of this book that touches on how immersive, how rich, how vivid all the setting and characters are, that I’m not going to discuss it here. (I think the fact I feel like I’m physically sitting down with Alexias and listening to him recount his life story is proof enough.) I, however, am going to talk about an aspect that is very much true to ancient Greek culture that kind of baffles me, and that is the relationship of lovers. I’ve read Plato’s Republic and know the bones of Symposium, so the concept that the highest form of love is between a youth and a more mature man is not foreign to me. But Renault took it one step further and explored how it is actually applied in real life, and it just warps my mind how the two people involved navigate the concept of women and marriage. True to the time, women and slaves are in completely separate categories from “men.” But Alexias speaks of his love for Lysis as fundamentally not in conflict with his desire to marry and have children, or have a female prostitute or two, and neither does Lysis. It’s just bizarre to me that they can take their respective women to supper together, or remain in love (in the philosophical and physical sense) after Lysis has gotten a wife, or that Alexias get to sit on the chariot with the bride and groom as a wedding send-off and everyone sees it as the norm! I mean, I do understand it in a theoretical sense, but in practice with a real-world situation (figuratively) makes it harder to grok than  what I’ve read in sci-fi alien societies.

On  a less academic note, I did get a kick out of how furtively she portrayed when the characters, shall we say, shared a night together. There are times I didn’t even realize what had happened until way later, and went ‘Oh of course!’ and then had to flip back to double check. I can see how my much younger self had missed quite a lot of conflicts due to simply not understanding the implications, which also explained why I was baffled by the progress of events and remembered nearly nothing about the book. Every sentence actually means something broader, so if you skim a word you might miss out the point of the entire paragraph. But don’t fret; this isn’t Finnegan’s Wake. It’s not written dense just for the sake of being dense. I am far from an academic intellectual, and the book works for me just fine.

And that line that Socrates threw to Kritias – savage in its simplicity and made me rethink Socrates as a real o.g. Yep, gangsta philosophers – that’s what The Last of the Wine truly distills to. It’s definitely one of those books I’ll re-read in the future. Now to move on to a new adventure – something sci-fi to balance it out, perhaps?