Jan. 6th, 2016

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Taking a break from [community profile] snowflake_challenge because my body has apparently decided that, now that it's being shoehorned into a 9-5 again, Shut Down time is approximately 9pm.

Baru Cormorant continuing to be an exceptionally good read. Calculating empire, and not calculating it right sits so well on my palate: at first I was afraid Baru was going to just... do up all the numbers and succeed. Instead I'm somewhere neck-deep in politics and surrounded by female characters that I don't automatically find myself internally fridging away, the way my reading-brain has been trained to do. Awful but real is the gut instinct to distrust or disregard anything woman: I'm struggling, this year, to make sure I read more books by women, read more books with women. Why am I having to teach myself not to look down upon something I am – well, I know why. And it's frightening.

In other news:

  • Gym membership! All the money in the world but by god am I going to get back on the bike. It has squash courts! Squash courts.

  • The world's most adorable fountain pen, which I need to review

  • The Lies of Locke Lamora, also going well, and in audiobook format, oddly for me

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax