Review: A Shadow in Summer

Mar. 23rd, 2026 09:40 pm
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Review: A Shadow in Summer, by Daniel Abraham

Series: Long Price Quartet #1
Publisher: Tor
Copyright: March 2006
ISBN: 0-7653-1340-5
Format: Hardcover
Pages: 331

A Shadow in Summer is a high fantasy novel, the first of (as the name implies) a completed four-book series. Daniel Abraham is perhaps better known as half of the writing pair behind James S.A. Corey, author of the Expanse series. This was his first novel.

Otah was the sixth son of a Khai, sent like many of the unwanted later children of the powerful to learn the secrets of the andat and be trained as a poet. He learned his lessons well enough to reject the school and its teachings and walk away.

Amat Kyaan has worked her way up from nothing to become the senior overseer of the foreign Galtic House Wilsin in the sun-drenched port city of Saraykeht. Liat is her apprentice, distracted by young love. Maati is a new apprentice poet, having endured his training and sent to learn from Heshai how to eventually hold the andat Removing-The-Part-That-Continues, better known as Seedless. None of them know they will find themselves entangled in a plot to destroy the poet of Saraykeht and, through him, the city's most potent economic tool.

A poet in this world is not what we would think of a poet. They are, in essence, magical slave-drivers who capture the essence of an andat, a spirit embodying an idea that is coerced into the prison of volition and obedience by the poet. The andat Seedless, the embodiment of the concept of removing the spark of life, is central to the economic wealth of Saraykeht in a way that is startling in its simplicity: Seedless can remove the seeds from a warehouse full of cotton at a thought. This gives Saraykeht a massive productivity advantage in the cotton trade.

Seedless is also a powerful potential weapon. What he can do to cotton, he could as easily do to any other crop, or to people. The Galts are not fond of the independence and power of Saraykeht, but as long as the city controls a powerful andat, they do not dare to attack it directly. Indirectly, though... that's another matter.

This is one of those fantasy novels with meticulous and thoughtful world-building, careful and evocative prose, and a complex ensemble cast of interesting characters that the novel then attempts to make utterly miserable and complicit in their own misery. There should be a name for this style of writing. It's not tragedy because the ending is not tragic, precisely. It's not magic realism; the andats are openly magical, which makes this clearly high fantasy. But Abraham approaches the story from the type of realist frame that considers the pain and desperation of the characters to be more interesting than their ability to overcome challenges.

Amat starts the story as an admirable, sharp-witted expert manager, so her life is destroyed and she's subjected to sexual violence. Heshai loathes himself and veers between a tragic figure and a wastrel as the story systematically undermines opportunities for redemption. Maati is young and idealistic, so of course every character in the book sets out to crush his idealism under the weight of unforeseen consequences. There is a sad and depressing love triangle, because this is exactly the sort of book that has a sad and depressing love triangle. At the end of the novel, everyone who survives is older and wiser in the sense that some stories seem to think wisdom comes from the accumulation of trauma.

I find books like this so immensely frustrating because their merits are so clear. The world-building is careful and detailed in a way that includes economic systems, unlike so much fantasy. It is full of small, intriguing touches, such as the use of posture and gesture to communicate the emotional valence of one's words. Abraham understands the moral implications of poets and andats and the story tackles them head-on. The writing flows beautifully and gave me a strong sense of the city. I wanted to like this book for the obvious skill that went into it, and sometimes I even managed.

And yet, it's taken me three months to finish A Shadow in Summer because I simply do not want to spend this much time around miserable people. I would get through one or two chapters in a night and then wanted to read something happy or defiant or heroic, rather than watching slow-motion train wrecks intermixed with desperate attempts to navigate stifling layers of immoral systems. It's not that the story lacks a moral compass. The characters are sincerely trying to make the world a better place, with some success. It even delivers a happy ending of sorts. But so much of the journey was watching the lives of the characters fall apart.

I am completely unsurprised that some people loved this book. I'm still intrigued enough by the world-building that I'm half-tempted to try to read the sequel even after having to drag myself through this one. I had a similar reaction to Abraham's The Dragon's Path, though, so I think Abraham is just not for me. I may get back to the Expanse at some point, but having to drag myself through both of his solo novels I've tried, in two different series, probably indicates an incompatibility between author and reader. That's a shame, given the quality of the writing.

Followed by A Betrayal in Winter.

Content notes: Sexual and reproductive violence as significant plot elements.

Rating: 6 out of 10

Review: Dark Class

Mar. 22nd, 2026 09:31 pm
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Review: Dark Class, by Michelle Diener

Series: Class 5 #5
Publisher: Eclipse
Copyright: 2022
ISBN: 0-6454658-2-8
Format: Kindle
Pages: 349

Dark Class is the fifth novel (not counting the skippable novella) in Michelle Diener's Class 5 romantic science fiction series. As with the previous novels, this follows romance series conventions: There are new protagonists, but characters from the previous books make an appearance. It's helpful but not that necessary to remember the details of the previous books; the necessary background is explained enough to follow the story.

By now, series readers know the formula. Yet another Earth woman was secretly abducted by the Tecran, encounters a Class 5 ship, and finds a way to be surprisingly dangerous and politically destabilizing. This time, Ellie has been mostly unconscious since her abduction and awakes in a secret Tecran base after the Tecran have all been murdered. There is a Class 5 AI involved, but not a full ship; instead, Dark Class picks up (or, arguably, manufactures) a loose end from Dark Minds. Other than that break from the formula, you know what to expected by now: a hunky Grih, a tricky political standoff, a protective Class 5, a slow-burn romance, and a surprisingly capable protagonist who upends politics through plucky grit and refusal to tolerate poor treatment. Oh, and a new selection of salvaged clothing and weapons to make Ellie beautiful and surprisingly dangerous.

If you are this far into the series, you probably like the formula. That's my position. I don't care about the romance, but something about the prisoner to threat evolution of the kidnapped protagonists and the growing friendship with an AI makes me happy. This is not great literature, but it is reliably entertaining with a guaranteed victorious protagonist and happy ending, making it a comfortable break from more difficult books with emotionally wrenching scenes.

Dark Class is one of the better executions of the formula because it has long stretches of my favorite parts of these books: exploration of mostly-abandoned surroundings for neat gadgets while the AI and the protagonist slowly build a relationship of mutual respect. This book has bonus drones with minds of their own and an enigmatic alien spaceship that provides a fun mid-novel twist. The Tecran and the Grih repeatedly underestimate Ellie and are caught by surprise at dramatically satisfying moments. It's just fun to read, and I save this series for when I need that type of book.

As with the other books of the series, Diener's writing is serviceable but not great. She repeats herself, uses way too many paragraph breaks for emphasis, and is not going to win any literary awards for prose quality. The series is in the upper half of self-published works, and I've certainly read worse, but either the formula will click with you or it won't. If it doesn't, the prose is not going to salvage the book.

There is some development of the series plot, but it's mostly predictable fallout from Dark Matters. This book is mostly tactical and smaller in scale. I am a little curious where Diener is going with political developments, since the accumulated Earth women and Class 5 ships are in some danger of becoming a sort of shadow government through sheer military power, but I'm dubious this series will have enough political sophistication to dig into the implications. It's best enjoyed as small-scale episodic wish fulfillment for female protagonists, and that's good enough for me.

If you've read this far in the series, recommended; this is one of the stronger entries.

Followed by Collision Course, which breaks the title convention for the series.

Rating: 7 out of 10

Luzhou: City of Liquour and Spice

Mar. 21st, 2026 12:54 am
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As part of an ACFS-organised trip, I have arrived in China, where I'll be for close to three weeks. The overnight flight was to Shanghai, then a connecting flight to Guiyang, where, after a visit to a local traditional vinegar factory (which is a lot more interesting than it sounds), a fast train was taken to Luzhou for the China International Alcoholic Drinks Expo in Luzhou. This city is famous for its beverages and even goes by the name "City of Liquour", by which they primarily mean baijiu, a very strong rice, maize, or sorghum brandy. The Expo itself was enormous, spanning multiple pavilions and attracting several thousand people. Most of the stalls were for Chinese companies and drinks, but there was also a good number of French, Italian, and Spanish wines, along with an extensive range of Thai products as the guest country of honour. The conference opening was enormous, and I found the keynote speaker's presentation hilarious, as he gave the impression that a "rational level of tipsy" was truly the sign of a "civilised society with enhanced emotion".

As appropriate to my own flexible approach to such things, I imbibed a few samples slowly over the morning before heading off to two museums in the afternoon: the Luzhou Museum and Luzhou Laojiao National Treasure Cellars, which were also dedicated to baijiu production and trade. One provided a historical approach, noting that historians of technology (e.g., Needham) consider regulated fermentation with yeast to be one of China's great inventions. An interesting aspect illustrated first-hand was how baidju is partially produced in mounds of cellar mud, which enhances flavour (science!). The second museum was more contemporary in style, providing a rather amazing collection of the grand variety of baidju bottles which are often stylised for particular years, horoscope animals, life events, and sports. The highlight of this trip was the DIY production of a baijiu blend, combining relatively recent products of different strengths and three syringes of older brews. Thankfully, they were for adding small amounts to our blend, rather than mainlining the contents.

Mention must be made of the Howard Johnson hotel where we stayed; it was modern, stylish, and with an incredible guest lunch on our arrival and a successive buffet feast three times a day after that. Sichuan province is, of course, famous for its chilli with a variety of colours and strengths, and for the powerful Sichuan pepper, which numbs the lips and tongue. Add these to liberal doses of garlic, ginger, star anise, wuxiang, fruit peels, spiced salt, and you'll quickly find out why the region's capital is a UNESCO City of Gastronomy. When combined with baijiu, it is clear that the people of this city, in particular, and of this province, in general, like their flavours to have a kick like the strongest mule. Whilst it was a brief visit to the city, one really got the sense that this indeed deserves the appellation of "city of liquor and spice" and is well worth a more regular visit.

Score: Wash-rat 1, Trap 0

Mar. 18th, 2026 11:35 am
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We've had an uninvited visitor for the past month here at Villa Ranocchio, New Orleans. Some scratching and thumping in the wall space leading from under the house to the attic by Ms. H's office. From the noises, something larger than the the mouse problem we had a few years ago (and we've had mouse traps and poison around the property since). At first I thought it likely a possum, as I've seen 2 dead ones nearby over the past decade. But it started to make skittering sounds, which Ms H recorded on her phone; we compared it, and it was clearly raccoon. A few days later I saw it climbing up an oak tree, then a couple days after that running across the street, confirming the identification (though it went too fast for me to get a photo). Both were daytime sightings, somewhat unusual as they're mostly nocturnal.

As my previous entry noted, at first my subconscious conflated the raccoon with Shia LaBeouf, obnoxious unwelcome celebrity in New Orleans. In Cajun country, raccoons are often called "chaoui", from the Choctaw word. In the city the slang term "trash panda" is fairly common. Ms H's other language is French, and she noted that in conventional French the term for raccoon is "raton laveur" which can roughly be translated to English as "wash-rat". We both found that amusing, and we've found ourselves referring to it as "the wash-rat".

Raccoons and opossums are still found in parts of the city urbanized for more than 150 years, what with the old trees, bits of area along the riverfront batture where there aren't wharves often left wild, and the creatures adaptability to scavenging human garbage. I have nothing against them, but when they decide to set up camp in a house frame it can be harmful to the house and potentially dangerous to the animal (don't claw or bite the wiring!). I sprayed "Critter Ridder" and sprinkled cayenne pepper, but wash-rat didn't seem to get the message they were unwelcome.

So I put out a message on community chat. Someone in the neighborhood loaned me a live catch trap. My plan was to catch wash-rat and relocate it to the forest at the back of City Park. (I watched some raccoon trapping videos on YouTube to get the procedure, and it seemed doable.)

I set up the trap a couple of days ago. I ate most of an apple, poked a hole in the core and ran a string through it, and hung it in the back of the set trap. Night before last we had a rainstorm pass through, so I wasn't surprised the wash-rat hadn't ventured out. When I checked this morning, however, the apple core was gone but the trap unsprung. Victory to wash-rat! However this is just round one. I plan to rebait the trap and see if I can reset it to spring at a more sensitive setting.
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Over the past few weeks, I have had the opportunity to touch base with music, fine art, and film. In terms of music, I have been in excellent company with successive evening concerts and picnics at the Botanical Gardens, including Basement Jaxx, Leftfield, and Cut Copy, all of whom are significant international acts in the electronic dance genre. This said, all three bands played a number of their most well-known pieces (e.g., "Red Alert", "Romeo" from Basement Jaxx, "Open Up", "Release the Pressure" from Leftfield, "Time Stands Still" from Cut Copy") with great acumen and with surprisingly clarity, which is not always easy at an outdoor venue. It will make for multiple reviews on Rocknerd, even though I have reviewed a Leftfield concert in the distant past. Plus, in a completely different genre, I must also mention attending an EP launch for folkish performers Crittenden Tyndall with Jack Marshall.

Recently, I also have the National Gallery of Victoria for two special exhibitions. The first is the Westwood and Kawakubo fashion exhibit, with Westwood offering reinterpretations of British styles, especially in punkish tartan and flowing gothic gowns, whilst Kawakubo often presents extreme creations that remind me of the Bauhaus style. The latter is the 75 Years of Women Photographers, a magnificent 20th-century international and Australian collection that included the sort of flair that I normally associate with surrealist and abstract painting; Dora Maar, Lola Bravo, Annemarie Heinrich all caught my attention in particular. As an example of interactive art, I was also invited to a "Rats and Barbells" craft event, where I made Gandalf the Rat.

Moving on to film, Nitul (who was also with me at several of the aforementioned events) and I saw "I Swear" (hat-tip to Rade), a new film on the life of John Davidson. Funny, sad, and sometimes frightening, it was an honest and sympathetic view of people with the condition, with more than an inkling of hope. On a entirely different trajectory, I also attended of the opening of a science fiction film festival with the independent film, The Man Who Saw Them Arrive", mainly about Colin Cameron a UFO spotter who was based in Kew. The enthusiasm of other UFO spotters in the room required me to remind myself that this was a science fiction film festival.

Finally, and also on a related note, I attended some valedictory drinks for one John Atkinson, who recently died well before his time (thank you, Helen D, for organising the events). In his professional work, he was on popular Australian TV shows including "Chances", "Out of the Blue", "Home and Away", "McLeod's Daughters", etc., most of which I have little interest in, although the last episodes of "Chances" were hilarious . Personally, however, we got along quite well. He was one of my first flatmates in Melbourne, and we shared a mutual interest in French aesthetics, which definitely included red wine, cuisine, new wave movies, and fencing. Over the years, we managed to stay in touch after he moved interstate, and he could always entertain with stories of misadventures. Ever living the bon vivant lifestyle with passion, he was well-suited to his profession and would have done well in future years. Again, we are reminded of the shortness of life.

Review: The Martian Contingency

Mar. 15th, 2026 09:23 pm
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Review: The Martian Contingency, by Mary Robinette Kowal

Series: Lady Astronaut #4
Publisher: Tor
Copyright: 2025
ISBN: 1-250-23703-3
Format: Kindle
Pages: 390

The Martian Contingency is the fourth book of the mostly-realistic science fiction alternate history series that began with the novelette "The Lady Astronaut of Mars" and the novel The Calculating Stars. It returns to Elma York as the main character, covering her second trip to Mars after the events of The Fated Sky. It's helpful to remember the events of the previous two books to follow some of the plot.

Elma is back on Mars, this time as second in command. The immediate goal of the second Mars mission is to open more domes and land additional crew currently in orbit, creating the first permanent human settlement on Mars. The long-term goal is to set up Mars as a refuge in case the greenhouse effect caused by the meteor strike in The Calculating Stars continues to spiral out of control. Elma is anxious and not looking forward to being partly in charge, particularly since her position is partly due to her fame with the public (and connection with the American president). She'd rather just be a pilot. But she'll do what the mission needs from her, and at least this time her husband is with her on Mars.

As one might expect from earlier installments of this series, The Martian Contingency starts with the details and rhythms of life in a dangerous, highly technical, and mission-driven scientific environment: hard science fiction of the type most closely modeled on NASA and real space missions. Given that this is aimed at permanent Mars colonies that would theoretically have to be independent of Earth, it requires a huge amount of suspension of disbelief for the premise, but Kowal at least tries for verisimilitude in the small details. I am not an expert in early space program technology (Kowal's alternate history diverges into a greatly accelerated space program in the 1950s and, for example, uses female mathematicians for most calculations), so I don't know how successful this is, but it feels crunchy and believable.

As with the previous books, though, this is not just a day in the life of an astronaut. There's something wrong, something that happened during the first Mars expedition while Elma was in orbit and left odd physical clues, and no one is willing to talk about it. Elma is just starting to poke around before the politics at home go off the rails (again), exacerbated by a cringe-worthy social error by Elma herself, and she once again has to navigate egregious sexism and political meddling in a highly dangerous environment a long way from home.

It is a little surprising that I like this series as much as I do. I don't particularly care for pseudo-realistic science fiction, although I admit there is something deeply satisfying about reading about people following checklists properly. The idea of permanent Mars colonies as an escape from a doomed Earth is unbelievable and deeply silly, but Kowal locked herself into that alternate future with "The Lady Astronaut of Mars," which is still set in the future of all of the books so far. A primary conflict in each of the books comes from the egregious sexism and racism of a culture based on 1950s American attitudes towards both, and the amount of progress Elma can make against either is limited, contingent, and constantly compromised.

And yet. At its best, this series is excellent competence porn, both in the spirit of the Apollo 13 movie and for the navigation of social and political obstacles and idiocy. Elma is highly competent in a believable and sympathetic way, with strengths, weaknesses, and an ongoing struggle with anxiety. There is something rewarding in watching people solve problems and eventually triumph by being professional, careful, principled, and creative. It's enough to make a good book, even if I am not that interested in the setting and technology.

As with the rest of the series, this will not be for everyone. You have to be up for reading about a lot of truly awful sexism and racism without the payoff of a complete triumph. This is a system that Elma navigates, not overthrows, and that's not going to be enough for some readers. You also have to accept the premise of a Mars colony, which in an otherwise hard science fiction novel is a bit much despite Kowal's attempts to acknowledge some of the difficulties. But if you don't mind that drawbacks, this series continues to be an opportunity to read about people being quietly and professionally competent.

This is not my favorite entry, mostly because Elma makes a rather humiliating mistake that's central to the plot and has a lot of after-effects (and therefore a lot of time in the spotlight), and because there is rather a lot of discussion of sexuality that felt childish to me. The intent was to try to capture the way people in the 1950s talked about sex, and perhaps Kowal was successful in that, but I didn't enjoy the experience. But I still found myself pulled into the plot and happily rooting for the characters, even though a reader of "The Lady Astronaut of Mars" has a pretty good idea of how everything will turn out.

If you liked the series so far, recommended, although I doubt it will be the favorite entry for most readers. If you did not like the earlier books of the series, this one will not change your mind.

Content notes: Way, way too much detailed discussion of an injury to a fingernail than I wanted to read, as well as some other rather explicit description of physical injury. Reproductive health care through the lens of the 1950s, so, uh, yeah. A whole lot of sexism, racism, and other forms of discrimination that is mostly worked around rather than confronted.

Rating: 7 out of 10

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Happy Saturday!

I'm going to be doing a little maintenance today. It will likely cause a tiny interruption of service (specifically for www.dreamwidth.org) on the order of 2-3 minutes while some settings propagate. If you're on a journal page, that should still work throughout!

If it doesn't work, the rollback plan is pretty quick, I'm just toggling a setting on how traffic gets to the site. I'll update this post if something goes wrong, but don't anticipate any interruption to be longer than 10 minutes even in a rollback situation.

poached eggs

Mar. 14th, 2026 06:54 pm
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https://dotat.at/@/2026-03-14-eggs.html

A few weeks ago I was enjoying a couple of boiled eggs

(in the shell, with plenty of salt and pepper, and buttery fingers of toast to dunk into the runny yolk)

and pondering how fiddly it is to cut off one end of the shell after boiling compared to eating a poached egg. And I was annoyed because (I thought) I didn't know how to poach eggs.

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This Sunday, the Isocracy Network will be holding its AGM and, in addition to our usual AGM business, we will have a guest speaker and discussion on "Imperialism, Colonialism, Internationalism," which is particularly relevant to current events. The discussion will be led by Kevin Huynh, JD, who is an avid observer of current world events. Reflecting this interest, Kevin has a honours degree in Politics and International Studies from the University of Melbourne, and holds a Juris Doctor from Monash University. The meeting will be held in person and online. Please message for online details. Unsurprisingly, I have tentative definitions for consideration and discussion.

Imperialism is the control, direct or indirect, of another country. With direct imperialism, a foreign country imposes direct political rule over another country (e.g., French West Africa, British India, Spanish America, Dutch East Indies, Belgian Congo). Indirect imperialism occurs when one country controls the affairs of another country through political influence and economic dependency, for which there is no viable alternative to the sovereign country (e.g., the United States over Latin American countries). Indirect imperialism can also include vassal states, where a country is provided local autonomy for internal affairs but international relations and defence depend on the imperial power (e.g., Tibet and the Chinese Qing Dynasty Empire).

Indirect imperialism can change to direct imperialism and revert back again depending on the rise and fall of independence movements (e.g., Iran under Mossedeq was subject to a US/UK backed coup, indirect imperialism with the Consortium Agreement) or it can result as a concession to the controlled country (e.g., the Unequal Treaties imposed on China, Korea, and Japan). With the dominant power controlling and exploiting the human and natural resources of the foreign country, imperialism was often justified as part of a "civilising mission" (e.g., "mission civilatrice") to bring improvements, stability, education, etc. A famous (and astoundingly racist) example was Rudyard Kipling's poem "The White Man's Burden".

Colonialism is separate but often a part of imperialism. Colonialism involves the deliberate migration of one ethnic group into another country, which may already be populated by indigenous people. Colonial efforts in these circumstances often involve supplanting or subjugating the original population (e.g., the British to Australia).

Now for some trickier questions; how does imperialism relate to globalisation, in a world economy and a world system? Is globalisation replacing nation-state imperialism? Is foreign military intervention justified for humanitarian reasons (e.g., responsibility to protect)? What are the procedures in which this should occur? What is the difference, if any, between globalisation and internationalism? A lot to cover in a two-hour meeting, but one thing is for sure; we're still seeing a particularly nasty side of imperialism occurring to this very day.

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