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Wednesday reading spent some time on a plane
comments on endings
Kelly Robson, Gods, Monsters, and the Lucky Peach. This ends with a sudden reconfiguration of the stakes; it feels like a short story structure, or the end of the first act of a novel. It's not ineffective, but I would have liked to keep going.
K.J. Charles, A Fashionable Indulgence. Apparently suddenly killing people at the climax is just a thing Charles does? This was the sort of fluffy fun I expected, but I was frustrated by the resolution of the inheritance problems. Sudden deaths of rich relatives are rather a feature of the genre, though an actual nineteenth-century novel would probably have gone for disease or accident, rather than the method employed here. But I'm not convinced that giving half one's inheritance to one's cousin so he can wear nice clothes and avoid finding a profession is a particularly feminist act, no matter how arbitrary one's deceased relative's dictates are, nor how nice one's cousin. The next book in this sequence seems promising, however.
fiction in progress
Ben Aaronovitch, Lies Sleeping. I'm enjoying seeing more of Guleed.
Kelly Robson, Gods, Monsters, and the Lucky Peach. This ends with a sudden reconfiguration of the stakes; it feels like a short story structure, or the end of the first act of a novel. It's not ineffective, but I would have liked to keep going.
K.J. Charles, A Fashionable Indulgence. Apparently suddenly killing people at the climax is just a thing Charles does? This was the sort of fluffy fun I expected, but I was frustrated by the resolution of the inheritance problems. Sudden deaths of rich relatives are rather a feature of the genre, though an actual nineteenth-century novel would probably have gone for disease or accident, rather than the method employed here. But I'm not convinced that giving half one's inheritance to one's cousin so he can wear nice clothes and avoid finding a profession is a particularly feminist act, no matter how arbitrary one's deceased relative's dictates are, nor how nice one's cousin. The next book in this sequence seems promising, however.
fiction in progress
Ben Aaronovitch, Lies Sleeping. I'm enjoying seeing more of Guleed.