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This is one of those 5/5 ratings where I don't think the book is perfect, but it gets it because it is so intensely targeted at my own interests and I'm so grateful to have read it. Some bullet points to entice you:

• anti-capitalism, anti-cop
• train heists
• found family vibes
• first person point of view with an internalized narration to a second person "you"
• fantasy religions that don't feel like direct analogies of real ones
• revenge plot and revolutionaries
• gaaaaaaay

The book is so unapologetically queer and kinky, it's great. The author credits Stone Butch Blues (among many other things) in the end notes, which feels entirely unsurprising. The gender-y and queer bits also both intersect with the in-world religions in realistic ways.

It's a book that desperately needs a map; there's a pile of countries, religions, and politics especially when it hits the Chauncey estate section. The book does a good job of keeping it all ~~straight~~ queerly differentiated but the world has so much texture--it's a ttrpg campaign setting crying out for illustration! It also feels like a living world; characters having a life both off-page and outside of the protagonist make it feel even more real.

The book opens with a labor dispute and police violence and sworn revenge, but from there it doesn't shy away from critiques of power and incrementalism and reformers. There's some wild rich people monologues where they unintentionally bare themselves as soulless vampires. There's a bandit charade of a hidden equitable country, pretending to be part of a baronial system.

Sunlight licked between bruisy limestone smokestacks and telegraphy spires, and the crumbling knuckled colonnades of an empire that's long gone.

I found the writing to be a delight: the narrator is at times unreliable, and the writing is full of dreamy metaphors. At times, somebody will bust out with a multi-page exposition about religion, or a set of introductions to a full dramatis personae worth of baronets. The final lap of the book has its own tonal shift that I won't get into for reasons. Somehow this all held together for me; maybe it's that none of these parts overstayed their welcome. I'm sure some folks will bounce off of this writing style, but I'm not folks, that's for sure.

Being a Hereafterist is a commitment to creating a brand-new world all the time. It is the method of making a new world, it does not stop, we are never there yet. We have never arrived at a restful Hereafter, we must keep making. We will become a liberated collective, a plague will roll over us, and a famine, and fifty thousand bullets, and we will need to make choices. We will need to change. We must resist the ossification of precedent. We march toward Hereafter, not tomorrow, we march past tomorrow, we know tomorrow will be hard.

In the end, this is a fuck yeah revenge story about disaster queers fighting capitalism with violence. It's less about answers or even hope, and more about conveying a sense of angry determinism working for a future none of them will see.

Maailmassa on paljon sellaista, jonka tietää ja tuntee olevan pielessä, mutta jota on vaikea kuvata - ennen kuin sille on olemassa nimi. Kun Cory Doctorow pari vuotta sitten lanseerasi käsitteen "enshittification", upposi se valistuneeseen yleisöön kuin veitsi pehmeään voihin. Englannin kielessä se on nimetty vuoden sanaksi (useampaankin kertaan), ja kotimaisten kielten keskus Suomessakin on pohtinut miten sana tulisi kääntää suomeksi. Oma suosikkini on "paskeentuminen", vaikka Kotus päätyykin suosittelemaan väljähtyneempää ilmaisua.

Doctorow on nyt kasannut aihetta - siis teknologiayritysten liiketoimintamalleihin sisältyvää taipumusta tietoisesti heikentää tuotteidensa tuottamaa arvoa itse omia voittojaan tehostaakseen - käsittelevät kirjoituksensa kulttuuri- ja politiikkakriittiseksi kirjaksi, joka kuulunee jokaisen teknologiapolitiikkaa tai teknologiakulttuuria harrastavan tai työkseen tekevät lukulistalle.

Doctorowin kirjoutuksia muualla lukeneelle kirjassa ei välttämättä ole hirveästi uutta. Eurooppalaista lukijaa hieman ajoittain kyllästyttävää Euroopassakin vaikuttaneen kanadalaisen Doctorowin keskittyminen Yhdysvaltain sekavaan päätöksentekoon, mutta se selittynee sillä, että kirjan suurin yleisö kuitenkin löytyy sieltä - kuten myös teknofeodalismia ajavat oligarkkivetoiset teknoyhtiöt.

Jaan Doctorowin ajatuksen siitä, että teknologiapolitiikassa ei enää ole kyse vain teknologiasta, vaan että ilman teknologian ja oligarkisoituvan teknologiayritysten kentän onnistunutta regulaatiota liberaali demokratia on uhattuna - ja että tarve toimille näiden suhteen on akuutti. Internet toimi pitkään demokratian ja avoimmuuden edistäjänä, mutta teknologiayritykset ovat sittemmin ottaneet kansalaisyhteiskunnan sellaiseen niskalenkkiin, joka uhkaa ajaa meitä kohti jonkinlaista teknofeodalismia.

Aika toimia on nyt, ja globaalistikin voimakkain ase teknofeodalismin uhkaa vastaan on Euroopan Unioni ja sen paljon parjatut direktiivit.

I'm about ready to throw in the towel on Bookwyrm. It's just so frustrating to find that books I've read have been split off from the main book. Someone reads the hardcover, I read the ebook, and our comments & reviews get split from each other.

Babel, by R.F. Kuang, is like the worst case of this: sfba.club/author/696/s/r-f-kuang?page=1 There are SEVEN different entries for the book on SFBA.club.

Not a book I'd recommend for casual reading, but WHAT a wild ride. Such an interesting life, and fascinating to get her perspective on all these situations where she's being a total nightmare to everyone around her and making incredibly bad decisions. Keep in mind: Jesus came by and told her that she's right and you're wrong, but she will pray for you.

This body horror pregnancy trans dysphoria story was... a lot, but it was also raw and real and quite good.

Crane is part of a local cult, run by a hive of sentient flies and worms, and when he gets pregnant the hive insists he carries the child to his utter distress and terror. It's visceral and disturbing--full of trauma and abuse, self-loathing and self-injury, and shitty choices in a shittier world.

Finally, my first Akwaeke Emezi book. Not the one I'm most interested in, but one that sounded not too stressful. And it really wasn't – I was surprised by how fluffy, calm and cute this story is. It's about love and feeling safe with someone and deciding for that, even if it's the less expected choice, and one that some people disapprove of. The sonewhat stressful part of the story is this friend who has a crush on the main character and is not just upset when she gets together with his dad, but actually turns into a total asshole, violent and misogynist. There's a lot of difficult feelings and grief, but there's also a deep comedy to the whole thing: as a reader I know that these two people are so obviously good for each other, they're both very solidly adults, the side characters don't seem to mind so much, only the guy's kids are super freaked out about how horribly inappropriate this is and how everyone will talk.

It's a very bi story for what it is, but what I liked even more is that next to a story about big unexpected love, it's also a story about relationships that didn't happen, or didn't last long. Also, I'm not a fan of detailed descriptions of penis-in-vagina sex, but it was ok, the rest is good enough that it doesn't matter.

Yes I like this one. It's a "boring" book, slow and a bit repetitive. It's, among other things, about the sea, about birds, and about wanting to die, like the birds are dying.

It's a world that is almost realistic. I don't know if people can really swim so far and so fast and survive such cold water, but it doesn't sound completely implausible that these people can. Or if that one injury scene makes sense. No idea.

But the big thing is extinction. All animals are dying. The sea is mostly empty. One character says that rats and cockroaches will probably survive. But seagulls are gone, and crows are declared extinct. Crows? Really? I can't believe that crows will die before humans. (Also, I watched a documentary that said octopuses thrive because sharks are getting fewer.) But I don't have to. That's just what this book world is like, and I don't mind.

There's a lot of cold weather and frustrating relationships and life going wrong.

It now occurs to me that the Kinsey Institute is located on the campus of a public university in a very red state. I really hope it isn't fighting for survival...

... and it is: Indiana University officials ditch plan to split off Kinsey Institute, known for its sex research

Goddammit. At least the university isn't rolling over.

This book was fantastic. The setup is that shapeshifting, people-eating, amorphous blob Shesheshen is rescued by overly kind Homily, believing Shesheshen to be a person. Ironically, Homily comes from a monstrously toxic family of wyrm hunters, who are all out to kill Shesheshen specifically, while not realizing that Shesheshen is said monster. (Hijinks ensue.)

It's a story that deals with passing and masking--Shesheshen works really hard at trying to be a person, physically and socially assembled from what she can scavenge. She's got a wry non-human perspective that's especially biology-focused, like how to form legs and have a humanish shape, the tricky mechanics of eating with your mouth closed, and the overwhelmingness of smells and noises.

This book also deals with physically and emotionally abusive family, and how hard it is to struggle through trauma, no matter how much you are being hurt. Also, as you might expect, this book is also about family and royalty being the true monsters.

Normally, I am not keen on stories where a good bit of relationship tension comes from an intentional deception leading up to an eventual awkward reveal. Even if you ignore the self-protective reasons here, I think the setup in this book works partially for comedy reasons, as Shesheshen considers devouring Homily at the outset, but as she gets more entangled in Homily's family life, it also works as a deception told for protective reasons. It narratively worked for me enough to not be feeling "just tell her already!" throughout the book. The fact that there are a number of worse deceptions elsewhere also makes this feel more minor than you'd imagine it could be.

I devoured (pun not intended) the whole book in one day. Strong recommend from me.