Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance by Lois Mcmaster Bujold.

Baen softcover, published September 2013.

I pounced on this as soon as it arrived. I’ve always loved the Vorkosigan books and didn’t expect this to be any exception. The books and short stories cover a very wide range of plot. Some have been extremely dark with ethical dilemmas involved, others have been light and frothy with a Regency feel to them. But in all of this series the characters are so well-drawn and so interesting, that they stand up to read after read after read. So that adding a new book from this series to my shelves doesn’t just mean one book, in effect it means a number of them since I’ll probably read it half a dozen times more before I die – at least I hope to live long enough to do so.

Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance is one of the lighter variety in theVorkosigan series but satisfying for all of that. Ivan (known for much of his early life to his wider family as ‘that idiot Ivan) is currently working for Imperial Security when another agent asks for his help. Ivan helps – to find himself stunned, trussed, and left in a chair all night until kidnappers after the two women who did this to him arrive through a window. Ivan warns the women who then stun the intruders and, Ivan, gathering the women up with him flees into the night heading for his own flat where the immigration service promptly arrives to charge the women with illegal entry, sided by the police who wish to charge Ivan with kidnapping . In something of a panic and to protect the women if not himself, Ivan promptly enacts a Barrayaran marriage with Tej, one of the two women, and claims her companion, Rish, as his new wife’s maid/companion. At which point events become still more confused and life for Ivan far more hectic and I spent a fair amount of my reading time with this book wearing a wide smile. I have enjoyed every single book in this series and hope that it continues. Some of the books are longer than others but even those in the Vorkosigan saga that are longer hold up solidly, unlike some other books at the 160-200,000 word level that feel padded and tend to sag in places. I strongly recommend this series, they mix military with regency, with a romance here and there (never standard) with mystery, family conflict, affairs on the stages of a number of worlds, and characters that you know if you met them would swing between engaging you and utterly infuriating you. I look forward to the next installment!

Sigh – Spam – the continuation…

appapprently taking my comments in September on the futility of receiving (much too much) spam in French to mean that I may speak other languages, I opened my blog this morning to discover I am now being fervently addressed in a spate of German. Dear Spammers. I don’t read German either, nor Chinese, Japanese, SerboCroatian, Russian, or…get the picture. I speak and read about 60 words of basic Spanish, and read some Latin. Anything else is futile, and even if you do go to the trouble of transcribing your message into Latin, while it may amuse me, I still won’t be buying anything. The definition of futility = spam. (In my case anyhow.)

Cold Days by Jim Butcher. (Spoiler Alert! )

Softcover (I think, larger than usual pb, smaller than ususal SC.) Roc. Sept.2013.

The whole tone of The Dresden Files books changed around three books back in the series. Harry found a daughter he didn’t know existed, was murdered, came back as Winter’s Knight, and found that he now faced an enemy that was greater than he’d ever known about. This is the one where he confronts them, half-loses someone he really cares about, starts off on a different tack, and finds that a lot of the assumptions he’s made for the past couple of years were wrong…or right, depending. The tone has changed in another way too. Before Changes (12th in the series) the books could be easily read as standalones, that isn’t so effective any more. Now they’re a part of a continuing story and really, you need to go back three or four books to get the complete story line and understand everything that’s going on.

In Cold Days Harry’s been commanded by Mab, to whom he is now Winter Knight, to kill Meave, the Winter Lady. Problem is that Harry is told by someone he trusts that Mab has been contaminated by outside influences and is mad. Outsiders are trying to break into the world, and the world right now is in an incredible mess due to Harry’s extermination of a whole section of a vampire group worldwide. Every power-merchant or criminal gang has rushed to fill the power vacumn and are locked in combat over territory. Chicago isn’t as bad as some areas, but it’s heading that way and Harry needs allies fast. He also needs Mab off his back, to know if she really has gone mad and what do to about the outsiders attempts to break into the world in which Harry lives. It’s an incredible mess and Harry is, as usual, right in the middle of it and apparently responsible for some of it and responsible for clearing up the rest of it. Cold Days is a good book, well-written, very engaging, but I’d recommend it only if you’ve already read the previous couple. If not, start at the beginning and read the series but don’t read this one until you’re clued in on earlier events..

HAVE YOU OVERLOOKED – Gail Dayton?

This author hasn’t written a huge list of books. What she has written, which is why she is on my ‘Overlooked’ list, is a terrific trilogy; The Compass Rose in 2005, The Barbed Rose in 2006, and The Eternal Rose in 2007. These are often classified as romance, but I find them much more inclined to the fantasy side, (take the fantasy out, and no book, take the romance out, and you still have a good book) and certainly very readable by someone like me who dislikes the usual slush and gush of a standard romance. Most of her other published books are genuine romances, but this trio was excellent in the creation of the world of the One Rose books and they are now sitting on my ‘permanent’ shelves as I expect to re-read them a number of times before I die – unless that’s sooner than I expect….

Listen, this trilogy is seriously good. I bought the first as ‘light-damaged’ and half-price, liked the characters so much that I went out and bought the other two full-price and find that I’m not the only one who thought they were very well written. Book two won the 2007 Prism Award for Best Fantasy, then The Eternal Rose won the same award the year after. That says something. There’s almost no personal information about the author to be found except on her One Rose trilogy where she notes that she’s recently moved to Galveston and says that she began writing early in her life. Never mind, read the books and that’ll tell you most of what you want to know – that she writes a darn good fantasy. I note that she is now a couple of books into a new trilogy/series described as steampunk fantasy for all you steampunk enthusiasts out there and that should be worth a second look. I’m not a huge steampunk fan although now and again I have written steampunk stories for fun, (one is in Steampunk Trails 1, September 2013) but if the new books are as good as the One Rose trilogy, then just as soon as I can afford them I’ll be buying.

Note on that last: the author tells me that “The steampunk books are more romance than the others…I think there would still be a story without the romance, but a lot of the magic rests on that foundation…” so they still sound interesting to me.

 

The Onions Have it

Yup, my mind went off on a wander of its own a few weeks back and I ended up with a short article on uses for onions other than in food. Sent that to the newspaper to file for next time they had a gap, and – they had one almost at once. So my discussion on onions appeared the other weekend. That makes a nice symetry as it was my 44th article in that venue.

Recent Hiatus.

I know computers are Wonderful. That progress is Wonderful, and that I should approve computers and progress. There are times however, when I’m not sure not sure if computers and progress are Wonderful, and not sure if I do approve them. Such a time arrived on Monday two weeks or so back. I connected up the Compaq, (I’m way way out in the country and on dailup.) And instead of the cheerful tweedle tweedle of a connection being made, I got a click, then a tick tick tick and the information that my modem was improperly configured or something like that. I cursed, fiddled about and finally got a connection which promptly shut off again about an hour later. I said something more vehement, managed yet again to get it working, got all the work done that I wanted, and on Tuesday decided to do something else since I was finding this problem stressful. It was a lot more stressful on Wednesday morning when no matter what I did I couldn’t get the internet connection to establish because – or so the gadget said – I had no dial tone. Really? Funny that the phone worked. So I used that, wailed at the computer shop in town who said send the connection bit in and they’d check it out. The mail car arrived, collected the gadget and departed for the computer shop to drop it off there. The shop would phone to tell me their conclusions once they’d had a chance to check it out. They did. The modem was fine and being returned with a section replaced since it was pretty ancient anyhow and replacement would cost peanuts. I was happy with that. It got back, I plugged in, checked again and found, nope. same result, so it hadn’t been that item…

Okay, go via phone to ISP and find a very pleasant helpful chap called Terry. Patiently he worked through every possibility with me as to why I was getting this problem and after about two hours of meticulous hard work, he came to the conclusion that whatever the problem was, it wasn’t the computer or his ISP either. Sigh. Which left one possibility. It had to be my wiring. Hmmm. At which point it occured to me that my landline phone jacks in to a larger control panel thing. If I hauled the computer over, plugged it in there and it worked… I did and and – wheeee – I was on line again. very uncomfortably however and it was a nuisance doing it there. So I went on line, discarded or answered 90 emails that had accrued, logged out and phoned my phone people for someone to come and fix the wiring fault. It took several days because they’re busy, and, as stated, I’m out in the wop wops. However a nice chap arrived, greeted Thunder who was making desperate overtures, and started in on the wiring. Apart from being somewhat hampered by Thunder who was anxious to assist – and who at one stage was head down in the technician’s tool kit – we were back up and running very quickly. Fortunately I while I hadn’t been on line at this point for around 10-11 days, I’d been continuing to write in a blog file and had only to drop those into my blog once I was on line again. The really interesting thing I noticed was that I’m not addicted to the internet. It was mildly irritating to be off-line when I knew emails would be coming in. It would have been very irritating not to be able to submit on-line if I’d had work I wanted to get out urgently. But really, it didn’t bother me that much. I did even more reading that usual, filed a fair bit of writing and made a submissions list for when I was back on-line. But 10-11 days without a connection didn’t worry me that much. In which I suspect I may be unique…

Gozzled.

well, as I put it, the geese have gozzled. One gosling, and only one, but that’s better than nothing and before Christmas its feathers should have started coming in and I’ll know what sex it is. (My geese are part Sebastopol and feather colour is sex-linked.) If it’s a boy I’ll have to find it a new home as three ganders will definitely be one too many. If it’s a girl I may let her stay as four geese to two ganders won’t be a problem, although I’ll have to see if the grazing they have where they live will be sufficient. But it’s good to have a possible addition to the gaggle since it’s been around 4 years now since I added a younger bird.The baby is thriving thus far. It’s fortunate that the adult geese impressed on my friend’s puppy that they are not to be trifled with since Duke was interested in the baby the other afternoon, but too well instructed to approach close enough to upset the gaggle. Instead he sat far enough away not to to bother anyone and he and the baby eyed each other with great interest. I was a bit worried the baby might approach him instead but it didn’t – seems the adults may have impressed that on s/he/it too.

Fire Season by David Weber and Jane Linskold.

Softcover published BAEN August 2013. Reviewed by Steve Johnson.

Second in what may be a trilogy, or possibly a longer series ultimately. This goes back to the founder of Honor Harrington’s House and tells the story of Stephanie Harrington, first to bond with a Treecat. Lionheart saves her life, she saves his, and that’s it, bonded. The first book, A Beautiful Friendship was great, this one, while I felt it wasn’t quite so engrossing, was still very good, and that may be the usual trouble for the middle book of a trilogy. It’s the bridge between a smashing start, and an exciting finish. But it still did hold up very well even if read as a standalone. I didn’t like the cover however, it was too dark, too diffuse, the girl looks far older than the fourteen that Stephanie is, (more like 24) and Lionheart looks vicious as well as it not showing that he is hexepedal, a major part of the ecology. The story is good, with a strong ecological background dealing with the dangers of fire in forested lands, and how casual humans can be about fire precautions. At this end of the world we see that every fire season, not quite so much in New Zealand because our greener wetter bush doesn’t burn quite so well or so easily but in Australia where a high percentage of their wildfires are started by human halfwits. (Ours are too, it’s just that they are mostly less catastrophic.) But in Oz, some of the wildfires aren’t just massively destructive of wildlife, vegetation, and property, they kill people as well. And it’s that sort of wildfire that Stephanie and her friends battle in the book. The ‘people’ in danger being not only humans, but also a treecat clan directly in the path of one of the wildfires. There is a strong sub-plot of Stephanie’s problems with other teenagers of her own age, her growing interest in a newcomer, the newcomer’s father’s ignoring of necessary rules, and Stephanie finding that those she dislikes may still have redeeming features. It’s a good book all in all, but the cover really put me off. I see that it was done by the same artist who did Lyn McConchie’s The Duke’s Ballad, which cover I also really disliked. I hope either someone else does the cover for the next book, or the cover of the next is less drab and more accurate.

Not so great Weather

Screaming gales on and off this past couple of weeks. No real damage, although I came out on Tuesday morning to find that the big door on the woodshed was wide open back against the shed’s side. Apparently the wind had managed to get under the edge of the door and rip the catch open. A few branches off the shelterbelt trees here and there, and the gutters full of debris. But the two Yellowhammers arrived cheerfully to share the hen’s wheat, and all the other small wild birds seemed to be okay as well. And precipitation continues in steady amounts. We’ve soared past two inches for October thus far as look likely to be more yet. That’ll keep the grass growing. (In fact it has, if the geese don’t eat faster I’ll have to bring the sheep onto the big front lawn for a week.)

Another story sale

Diabolic Publications has contracted my short story, TRAPPED for their Ether World anthology. I note too that their contract is fair, and easily read and understood. More and more small press publishers are cleaning up their contracts to this standard and it’s good to see.