Not a great deal of reading done this month again.
I continued with A Shadow in Summer by Daniel Abraham, the first book in The Long Price Quartet fantasy. I thoroughly enjoyed this tale of intrigue in a faux-Japanese setting where the unwanted sons of city-state rulers vie to become poets controlling andats – thought-forms made flesh who can perform magical tasks such as freeing the seeds in cotton, making the city-states powerful and rich. Good dialogue, description, world-building and characterisation -- I particularly liked Amat, the lead female character who fights for justice -- though the actual ending seemed something of a let-down.
I then went straight on to its sequel, A Betrayal in Winter set some 13 years after the first book where Otah, the main character of the original, finds himself caught up in a power struggle during his father's final illness. Plenty of intrigue again, but for me the absence of Amat left a void that was only partly covered by the introduction of Otah's sister, Idaan, and the lack of suspense over the whole conspiracy -- details of which are revealed early on -- meant that I wasn't quite so caught up in the action. I also felt there was something lacking in Otah himself and I was never convinced by his new lover, but both the poet and his andat were far more interesting in this one. Also interesting, the exploration of misogyny in the culture and how this affects the female characters. So despite my cavils, I immediately ordered the next in the series.
While waiting for that, I turned to another fantasy, Malice by John Gwynne. This has rave reviews at Goodreads, which just reinforces my belief that I'm out of step with most of reading humanity. An interesting-ish but slow prologue was followed by a long, involved and boring “extract” of someone's writings in which backstory was just dumped on the page. In Chapter1 we get a teenage boy and his equally annoying friend talk, mock-fight and dump more backstory, and in Chapter 2 we have yet another POV of yet another teenage boy moping. I like to give stories a chance but after 28 pages of poor writing, terrible dialogue, a complete absence of intelligence, and no character which created any interest at all, and faced with another 600 pages and no likely prospect of improvement, I gave up.
Still waiting for Waterstones to deliver -- oh, how I miss just going out and buying books -- I turned back to Assassin’s Quest by Robin Hobb, the third in The Farseer Trilogy which I started back in February. I'd come to a halt when Fitz starts out on his own as I'd got to the stage where I didn't particularly care what happened to him or anyone else he came across. I got back into the book only by jumping ahead, finding that some other characters I liked from the previous novels came back into the plot, and I read disjointedly for a while, hopping between scenes and chapters, then made myself go back and read the in-between bits, and ploughed through to the end. Great ideas and description, and I loved Kettle and the Fool.
And finally Waterstones came through, and I've just started An Autumn War, the third book in Abraham's LPQ, but the jury is at present out on how I'll get on with it.