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When We Were Real, Daryl Gregory, 2025 sf novel. Comedy-drama about an alternate world otherwise like our own that has been informed, several years prior to the start of the novel, that they are a simulation; the novel tells the story of a group of people taking a bus tour of physics-denying Impossibles that show ways that the simulation has been or can be manipulated. Gregory takes a goofier tone than someone like Greg Egan might (although there is also very much some big violence in the climax) - this is closer to John Scalzi, although not so page-turny. Gregory's character work felt a little pre-fab - there's a computational neuroscientist/programmer who is "trying to cure Alzheimer's, autism, schizophrenia" in the way that movie scientists are all-purpose science things experts, a Marvel comics writer aging dudebro (on the one hand, it's weird for me to read things like "the craft of writing comics... bored the shit out of most wives and girlfriends" when for me the world of comics mostly *is* "wives and girlfriends" (some with wives or girlfriends themselves) and on the other hand I'm sure I would also be bored if I had to listen to this dude talk), an indecisive rabbi, teens who are dumb and annoying and dangerous. But there's a neat little thought experiment about the chance to take a break in a pocket universe, and while I might wish he had thought a little more deeply or clearly about subjectivity and narrative and entertainment, it was enough of a conclusion/punchline for the weight of the book.
Harmattan Season, Tochi Onyebuchi, 2025 noir-fantasy novel. I didn't give this the fairest possible shake as I kind of lost track of its due date and ended up skimming heavily past a certain point, but I had been struggling with it before then. Sometimes I enjoy it when authors don't explain and define and just expect you to pick it up and figure it out, or, you know, are writing for an audience who is not you and you get to enter into their context-of-assumptions for a bit, but, man, I don't know, where are we, when are we, what should I be picturing this place is like, what do all these words mean, what's going on, what am I hoping for or anticipating here, how should I be feeling about this, I need *something*. Was that whole bit where the street kid was describing a possible heist a satire or spoof or were we supposed to take that seriously. Possibly if someone made a movie of it and had to visually specify the place and time and give us music and lighting mood clues I would be like oh this is an amazing story actually? (And I feel like it would make a really good movie? Sending this wish out into the world...)
Harmattan Season, Tochi Onyebuchi, 2025 noir-fantasy novel. I didn't give this the fairest possible shake as I kind of lost track of its due date and ended up skimming heavily past a certain point, but I had been struggling with it before then. Sometimes I enjoy it when authors don't explain and define and just expect you to pick it up and figure it out, or, you know, are writing for an audience who is not you and you get to enter into their context-of-assumptions for a bit, but, man, I don't know, where are we, when are we, what should I be picturing this place is like, what do all these words mean, what's going on, what am I hoping for or anticipating here, how should I be feeling about this, I need *something*. Was that whole bit where the street kid was describing a possible heist a satire or spoof or were we supposed to take that seriously. Possibly if someone made a movie of it and had to visually specify the place and time and give us music and lighting mood clues I would be like oh this is an amazing story actually? (And I feel like it would make a really good movie? Sending this wish out into the world...)