Five books read and one dumped so far this month.
First up was Knight’s Shadow by Sebastien de Castell, the second in the Greatcoats series. Not as good as the first book, and another wholly gratuitous torture scene was unwelcome, especially when compounded with a kind-of-flashback to a terrible violent rape, and the plotting was so complex as to be nearly incomprehensible. And yet it was another page-turner that I read virtually non-stop as I wanted to know what happened, and it hasn't completely put me off reading book three.
That was followed by Dragonquest by Anne McCaffrey, the second in her Dragons of Pern books. I've tried one of these before with no success but I picked up four of them for £1 each at a charity stall and thought I'd give them another chance. A prelude, effectively a recap of the first book, was clear and comprehensible, then came the first chapter which very definitely wasn’t, and I gave up without making it to chapter 2. I glanced at the other three books, decided they were no better, so they've now gone back to the charity.
A better read was Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card but I can't say I actually enjoyed it. I could never suspend disbelief sufficiently over the whole premise, particularly Ender's age and the stated lack of killer instinct in adult soldiers, and I wasn't happy with the means-justifies-the-end excuse for flagrant child abuse and adulation for a child killer.
Then came two re-reads as I was re-organising my SFF shelves and throwing some books out. The first, because I was looking at Arabic-ish stuff and forgotten I had it, was Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed. Set in a kind of medieval Arab city it centres on an old, fat, coarse ghul-hunter who, together with various cardboard cut-out helpers, battle against an Evil which is shown at length (more unedifying torture scenes) but which is never explained -- evidently It Just Is Evil. Poor and repetitive writing, endemic info-dumping, appalling dialogue, flat story with no structure. I'm amazed at the praise it got and that I bothered to keep it after reading it the first time.
Greater success came with Among Thieves by Douglas Hulick, which was also a re-read though I'd forgotten everything about it. Drothe is a Nose in the criminal underworld jargon of the city of Idrecca, someone who makes sense of all the rumours on the street and then passes information on to his boss, an Upright Man. He also does deals on the side, particularly in smuggled religious artefacts, so when he discovers the reliquary he’s contracted for has been disposed of elsewhere he takes steps to track it down (involving yet more torture, though at least there's no revelling in it for once). It’s more than just someone selling the reliquary to the highest bidder, though, and Drothe is soon entrenched in the beginnings of a war between the Upright Men and their shadowy backers. Fast-paced, perhaps a little too much so towards the end when it's hard to keep up with everything that happens, but with a likeable hero who notwithstanding his criminal activities has a moral centre.