I’m currently reading Fool’s Fate, the third in the Tawny Man trilogy, which itself is the 3rd trilogy in the Realm of the Elderlings sequence by Robin Hobb. I’ve loved every book so far and this is no exception although
spoilerI’m still grieving Nighteyes
Poor Fitz has had a shit life so far. I’m hoping he gets some sort of happiness before the end of this one.
I’m on the 3rd Liveship Traders book by her right now. So 6 books deep into Elderlings with no plans on stopping. Robin Hobb is a complete genius at character writing.
It’s the sequel to Children of Time that won the Hugo award a few years ago.
Children of time may be the best science fiction book I’ve ever read (out of hundreds), and I’ve been devouring everything else by Tchaikovsky ever since.
The dude has range, and has been incredibly prolific over his career.
And the writing style is incredible. He makes incredibly complex concepts/plots very very easy to understand and follow.
Terry Pratchett’s Guards! Guards!. This is my first Pratchett book and I’m kicking myself for not picking these up sooner, like decades sooner. Like my life would have been different sooner :)
I’m in a phase where I am testing out audio books for the first time, where I will read the physical book in the evening, the audio book when I travel by car and read the ebook-version when traveling to avoid lugging the physical books around. So far I like switching around a bit.
I bought all his Discworld books a while ago on humble bundle but have been too busy to start reading any of them yet. What made you decide to start with that one?
They come in groups, in a way, but they also refer back any which way, anyway. I recommend just the order they were written, it’s worked well so far. (about half way through, I think)
Guards! Guards! is a great one to start with. It follows Samuel Vimes, captain of the Night Watch (police force) of the city-state of Ankh-Morpork (loosely based on London) as he deals with a dragon the size of a house showing up in his city and demanding gold. It was summoned by a small group of people with dreams of becoming the shadow government, using a book stolen from the library of Ankh-Morpork’s finest (and only) wizarding university. The spell allows them to summon a dragon, directly control all of its actions, and dismiss it at will. Their plan is a cinch: summon the dragon, have it eat a few people, terrorize the city a bit, then find some young upstart with something resembling royal blood and who knows how to flourish a sword and have have him volunteer to fight it. Put on a good show, dismiss the dragon at just the right moment to make it look like he killed it, and watch as the city celebrates and crowns him king. Then all that’s left is to puppeteer him from the shadows to rule the city. Unfortunately for the Elucidated Brethren, as they call themselves, the only party less thrilled about this than Ankh-Morpork’s existing shadow government is the dragon itself, who doesn’t take kindly to being summoned and even less kindly to being controlled. It doesn’t take it long to slip their shackles.
It’s now up to Sam Vimes and his ragtag crew of “watchmen” who run the other way when they see trouble to solve the case and find a way to get the dragon back where it came from before the whole city goes up in smoke.
Going Postal is also good. It follows conman’s-conman Moist von Lipvig as he wakes up in a very comfortable chair the morning after he was hanged, still rubbing his neck, sitting face-to-face with Lord Vetinari, Ankh-Morpork’s despotic ruler. Vetinari explains that he sees potential in Moist, so he paid the hangman not to kill him all the way, and is now offering him a better use for his talents: that of being Postmaster of the city’s derelict Post Office. Should he refuse he is more than welcome to reenact what a crowd full of people will swear they saw happen to him. After mulling it over, he takes the job, and arrives at the Post Office to find the place full top to bottom with undelivered letters. He can hardly walk through the hallways. Its only two occupants are Junior Postman Groat, who could be Moist’s grandpa, and Stanley, who, while the word “autistic” doesn’t appear anywhere in the book, absolutely is. He knows everything there is to know about pins (“Last year the combined workshops (or “pinneries”) of Ankh-Morpork turned out twenty-seven million, eight hundred and eighty thousand, nine hundred and seventy-eight pins,’ said Stanley, staring into a pin-filled private universe. ‘That includes wax-headed, steels, brassers, silver-headed (and full silver), extra large, machine- and hand-made, reflexed and novelty, but not lapel pins which should not be grouped with the true pins at all since they are technically known as “sports” or “blazons”, sir”) and when he gets upset he has what the book calls “one of his Little Moments” (which are never actually described). As a person on the spectrum myself, I have to hand it to Pratchett – the portrayal is exaggerated a bit, but all things considered not inaccurate (especially compared to some… ahem other portrayals of autism in the media that we’ve seen lately that I could mention. I will never forgive Sia for making the movie Music.) Sadly Stanley is very much a minor character. Anyway.
After the advent of the Clacks system (semaphore towers that claim to “send messages at the speed of light” – think telegraphs, but in a universe without electricity), the post office didn’t see much use, so it downsized. Mail just sort of piled up since there weren’t enough people to deliver it and throwing it away was illegal. Sleeping in amongst the mail, Moist swears he can hear the letters whispering their contents to him. He has visions of the post office in its heyday. This place is old, and it wants to return to its former glory.
They’re both very good books and Pratchett absolutely deserves his reputation as a British humorist who, as one newspaper put it, “wants us to feel and think as well as laugh.” Both these books have a lot to say on the subject of government and they say it in the best way possible. Can’t recommend enough.
What s great introduction to the series! This was the first one i picked up as a kid, and I’ve read it (and the rest of the books) several times since! You’re in for a treat!
I’m most of the way through Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. Same guy that wrote The Martian (the book that got very faithfully adapted into a movie with Matt Damon) and this book is jam-packed with just as much real-world science.
If you’ve never read (or seen) The Martian, here’s the basic premise: the year is 2040-something and NASA has started manned missions to Mars. Our hero Mark Watney is one of six crew aboard Ares 5, which is planned to spend 30 sols (Martian days – 37 minutes longer than an Earth day) on the planet and do research. On Sol 6 of those 30, there’s a massive dust storm with winds strong enough that they threaten to make the rocket for the return journey tip over, leaving them stranded on Mars, if they don’t abort now. Just one problem: Mark is nowhere to be seen. The dust storm is too thick to see through, and the last thing his team saw just before his radio went dead was all his vital signs drop to zero. The captain searches for him for as long as she can, but eventually she’s forced to call it off and return home with only five of the six crew.
Eight hours later, Mark wakes up, says “ow, my everything”, figures out that the main communications antenna that the storm ripped off the HAB (astronaut house), punctured his suit, and grazed his side poked a hole straight through his suit’s bio monitor as it did so (hence why his team saw his vitals drop), looks over at the empty launch pad, and realizes he is now the only human on Mars and the first one to be stranded there. The rest of the book is him using every scientific trick in the book to keep himself alive until he can reach the Ares 6 landing site where there’s another rocket set up. As a not-too-spoilery example, Thanksgiving was going to happen while the team was there, so NASA sent them with whole, uncooked potatoes among other things with which to prepare a Thanksgiving feast. He combines Martian dirt with some natural fertilizer (read: his own poop) to make fertile soil, and gets water by recombining hydrazine (leftover rocket fuel the return rocket didn’t need) with oxygen in a rather terrifying method that involves small amounts of fire, then covers the floor of the HAB in soil and plants the potatoes. It’s a very cool book. My one gripe with it is that the protagonist is a bit of a jerk. He’s very full of himself and he swears a lot.
The protagonist of Andy Weir’s next book, Project Hail Mary, is neither of those things. He wakes up, amnesiac, on board a spacecraft, and quicklu discovers that its other two crewmembers did not survive the medically induced coma they were placed in for the journey. He has a flashback and remembers why he is here: some extraterrestrial bacterium-esque life form dubbed “astrophage” that feeds off of stars has started feeding off the Sun, and at the rate it’s getting dimmer, within 20 years the Earth will get cold enough that humans are looking at extinction. Additional astronomy revealed all the stars in our stellar neighborhood were infected with astrophage, and all but one were getting dimmer. Project Hail Mary, the spacecraft he’s on, is (as the name implies) humanity’s last-ditch effort to save themselves: take three of their best astronauts, yeet them at that star, and pray they find out why it’s not getting dimmer and report back to Earth in time to save the human race. I don’t want to spoil this book too much, because it’s super good, but they go super in depth about the alien life form (which it turns out is DNA-based and uses truly staggering amounts of infrared light to propel itself between the Earth and Venus, whose carbon dioxide filled atmosphere is necessary for it to breed, and stores the solar energy it collects by directly converting it to mass (E=mc²) in the form of neutrinos).
There’s also a huge surprise waiting for him at his destination star which I flatly refuse to spoil. You’re just going to have to read it for yourself, although I can practically guarantee you’ll be just as excited as I was.
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