A few books read this month, mostly genre novels, and two DNFs.
Rocannon’s World and Planet of Exile by Ursula Le Guin, the first two novels of her Hainish series, brought together in an SF Masterworks anthology, Worlds of Exile and Illusion which also includes City of Illusion which I read separately a couple of years ago. RW OK, but rather more a fantasy adventure than SF, and PoE had some interesting ideas but the love-interest aspect was excruciating. Not ones I’d bother reading again.
The October Man by Ben Aaronovitch, a novella in the Rivers of London series, but set in Germany with a Peter Grant substitute. I loved the first two or three books of the series, but I’m not so enamoured of the later ones, and despite the new locale this added nothing and was pretty forgettable.
King’s Dragon by Kate Elliott. DNF. Interesting prologue, bearable first chapter or so, but then went downhill – got to p40 and gave up.
Foundation’s Edge by Isaac Asimov, the penultimate novel in the Foundation series. Machiavellian scheming, interesting characters and characterisation, let down only by Bliss, part of Gaia, little more than an adolescent boy’s wish-fulfilment.
The Ladies of Grace Adieu, a collection of short stories dealing with magic and the fae/fairies, by Susanna Clarke, with a few nods to Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. Some clever tales, with only one real dud, a long-winded retelling of Tom Tit Tot in C17th convoluted prose and anarchic spelling.
Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. To my mind, a complete solar eclipse would have improved the plot no end, particularly if it had led to the immediate deaths of all the human characters, only one of whom was likeable and sympathetic.
I also had a quick re-read of Silas Marner: The Weaver of Ravehoe, my favourite George Eliot novel; a long, lingering read of The Bayeux Tapestry Embroiderers’ Story by Jan Messent which considered where in England the embroidery was made and the techniques used, with lovely illustrations; and a rapid dismissal and DNF of an historical novel and supposed murder-mystery which was self-published by a local woman with (allegedly) an MA in creative writing, but which contained banal dialogue, anaemic characterisation and narrative, and little evidence of any kind of historical research.