Review: Shades Of Milk and Honey by Mary Robinette Kowal

First, a couple of disclaimers might be appropriate: I like Mary Robinette Kowal. She’s a nice person, the kind who is easy to converse with and who doesn’t take herself too seriously. Vice President of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, she penned one of my favorite short stories of the past few years, “Clockwork Chickadee,” a story which delights me each time I read it and is even more delightful hearing her read it out loud. She’s very giving of her time to help up and coming writers from teaching them how to do readings to answering basic questions. And she spends a lot of time with puppets. Who can help but like someone who spends her time entertaining and delighting children?

Second disclaimer: other than perhaps a passage or two in English literature classes, I have never read a Jane Austen book, and I think I have only seen one movie based on her work. Despite my weakness for romantic comedies and enjoyment of Nicholas Sparks, I just never felt drawn to Victorian romances. But when Kowal agreed to be with us on Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer’s Chat on Twitter, I had to read “Shades of Milk and Honey,” out of curiosity and an obligation to make the discussion as fruitful for everyone as possible.
Am I glad I did.
The prose captures the feel of Victorian writing beautifully, yet remains simple and accessible for readers who might not be familiar with it. Her characters are well drawn and interesting, and although before I read it I’d have thought I wouldn’t be drawn in by the personal politics of a female spinster and her family and neighbors, I literally couldn’t put this one down.
A delight from start to finish, “Shades of Milk & Honey” has been aptly described as Jane Austen with magic, but the magic, the manipulation of light through a technique called glamouring, fits in naturally with the story. Although it flows through and undergirds much of the narrative, Kowal maintains a sense of mystery about it by not telling us too much about how it works and instead focusing more attention on how it is used and how it affects the characters themselves.
The story of Jane Ellsworth, twenty-eight, a gifted glamourist in her own right, who dreams of love and happiness as she watches her much younger sister, Melody, and neighbors Beth Dunkirk and Livie FitzCameron wooed by men. When a few men take notice of her for various reasons, hope rises in her, but she always finds the possibilities threatened by others. Jane is too kind and mannered to wallop in her own jealousy and disappointment, however, and continues fighting her baser urges by befriending and caring for her sister Melody and neighbor Beth Dunkirk, whose brother Edmund seems Jane’s most likely suitor.
Then the mysterious galmourist, Mr. Vincent, hired by Lady FitzCameron, the Viscountess, to create a glamour for her dining hall, becomes an intriguing challenge. Jane compares her own skills at glamour to his, while examining his artistry and striving to improve her own. When his response seems to be resentment at her questions and attention, she begins to feel resentment of her own. Especially after he implies her art shows talent without any heart behind it.
There were times I felt Kowal’s foreshadowing made later developments predictable, but in the end, I discovered her plotting to be far more clever than I’d imagined. The ending certainly was different than I had expected in several respects, and the book maintains a sense of suspense and motion which kept me riveted and wanting to know what would happen next. In spite of my lack of commonality with these characters, they captured my heart—I cared about them and what happened to them far more than I’d imagined I would.
For a book which I’d not have chosen on its own based on what I knew of it and my own literary preferences to have so held my interest and charmed me, I feel confident in saying it will likely surprise and charm others as well. Kowal is a smart writer, whose gift for words and understanding of people are readily evident on every page. While one can find small deficiencies with which to quibble in her first novel (as in any other), the book shows great promise and is a great diversion. If anything it’s greatest weakness is its lightness. There is no heavy moral here. And the story does not create a great set of questions one is left to ponder for months after. Instead, the questions and story are light yet still manage to rise beyond mere entertainment.
Truly a worthwhile read from a worthwhile talent. I look greatly forward to what the future will bring from her.

Links of the Week, Vol. 2, Issue 6

http://bit.ly/hL9b59 — Jon Sprunk writes on TOR.com about the problems with basing your speculative fiction on Role Playing Games.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/the-lay-scientist/2011/feb/13/3 — Science commentator asks if political bias is a problem in science. I think it is but either way, thought provoking.

http://www.publishersweekly.com/pw/by-topic/columns-and-blogs/cory-doctorow/article/46105-with-a-little-help-the-early-returns.html — Cory Doctorow’s Publisher’s Weekly column on the release of his short story collection via Lulu. Interesting stuff re: publishing.

http://www.enter.net/~torve/critics/Dream/dream1.html — Fascinating essay on “The Death of Science Fiction

http://io9.com/#!5762349/stardust-probe-sifts-through-the-remains-of-a-collision-between-comet-and-machine
— Comet and Machine collide and provide valuable data on the makeup of a comet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fw_GnjE-des — Mr. Rogers learns to break dance. A funny reminder of a great show.

http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/02/17/a-doctor-at-the-funeral — Passionate, moving article of a doctor’s reaction to attending the funeral of one of her cancer patients.

I am a Victim of TwitHate and CyberBullying

All I did was ask Kevin J. Anderson, bestselling author, a man I admire, how he records his books. He is known for writing into a tape recorder, you see, and I was curious about his tools.

The next thing I know I was being systematically harrassed by this Mc(idiots)Dune group of KJA haters(morons and jackasses–although Donkeys are smarter and have more class). The name list grows daily but so far they are: Serkanner RealDune DuneSandChigger SKKahl DunesDreamer Loteqs and IdunnAsynja. I use no “at” because I don’t want more attention from them than I already have.

I have blocked them in Twitter and on TweetDeck. I have reported them to Twitter. They continue reading my old tweets and saying flattering things. You know, suggestions like reasons why they think I have been jobless for 9 months. Insults on my writing, which they have never read, etc. Classy group of individuals.

In any case, Kevin will be on chat next month, and if you’re a regular, or even my friend, you might want to block these people. We will ignore them, and we will continue to chat in spite of them. But I won’t see their comments so you might not want to either, and please don’t respond.  I’ll post update instructions and list pre-chat.

Meanwhile, if you’re friends with any of them, I suggest you rethink it. This kind of behavior does not represent free speech. It represents bullying. It represents being an ass. Attacking people who have never contacted you is not sensible behavior. It is not respectable or intelligent. In fact, I had never even mentioned Dune, the story they claim to own the right to approve or disapprove any related books for.

In any case, people acting like this makes me sick. Please join with me in praying hate can end. It doesn’t belong in a civilized society.

Links of the Week, Vol. 2, Issue 5

http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/20-awesomely-untranslatable-words-from-around-the-world/ — 20 Awesomely Untranslatable Words From Around The World

http://bit.ly/dvXW35 — 20 Obsolete English Words Which Should Make a Comeback (this one comes courtesy of Mary Robinette Kowal and is quite amusing)

http://lilt.ilstu.edu/golson/punctuation/ — brilliantly helpful, simplified post on how to correctly use key punctuation in English. Very useful for writers.

http://www.forwriters.com/taxes.html –Taxes For Writers, a historical and contemporary view

http://www.sparkfun.com/marcomm/Heaterizer-Instructions-01.jpg — a rarity, a product manual that’s fun, even entertaining, to read. The Heaterizer.

http://www.mbranesf.com/2011/02/two-spaces-controversy-and-other-notes.html – Important commentary on manuscript formatting and the whole “double space/full stop” controversy from MBraneSF. I heartily agree with them.

http://community.livejournal.com/sfwa/210297.html — 10 great resources for writing hard space-based SF from my friend Mike Brotherton

Tribute to my Beloved Cat: Lucy, 18.5 years old, died Feb. 2010

A tribute to my dear 18.5 year old first child who died a year ago in my arms.


I’ll always remember the day she came home to live with me – so small she could sit inside my open hand, so cute I just wanted to cuddle and never let go. From day one, she was a talker, always interacting with me using her various Meows and other sounds. I loved the uniqueness of her tortoise-shell fur, the sincerity in her brown eyes, the way she followed me around like a puppy would.

From that day on, we were inseparable. Wherever I was, she wanted to be. She’d sit on the edge of the bathtub while I bathed or showered. That lasted until she got hit by water one day and decided she didn’t like water and began staying away. One day, while I showered, the answering machine went off. She stood in the hallway meowing as she looked back and forth between the machine and me, as if to ask: “How can daddy’s voice be there, when he’s over here?” It was amazing how human she could seem sometimes.

She slept beside me from the beginning. One day, early on, I woke up to muffled meows and realized I’d rolled over on her. That was the first of a serious of guilty accidents for me, when I first saw that look she’d give me as she shook her legs one at a time. It said: “I can’t believe you did that! Grow up!” Lucy always seemed more adult than I ever felt.

That was her name – Lucy, after the Peanuts’ character because she was so stubborn. I carried her around on my shoulder, as I drove, bought groceries, etc. She was so cute that we both got lots of attention, and she was fun to play with and have around.

For many years, while I was single and working long hours, Lucy was my closest companion. She greeted me with purring as she rubbed against my leg when she came home. She’d hop into my lap and curl up or meow for me to pet her. She scolded me when I left her alone too long – avoiding eye contact and keeping her distance to let me know she wouldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior from me again.
In all honesty, she changed my life forever. My first sole pet after moving out of my parents’ house, Lucy was like my child. I had to feed her, change her litter box, give her attention, etc. In some ways, I spoiled her too much. She was never that comfortable around other people. It had just been the two of us so often, she’d never gotten used to others being around. My sneaking up and surprising her made her skittish.

I taught her tricks, too – things people assured me cats could never learn. I taught her to kiss my finger when I held it in front of her face. She learned to shake and hold my hand, to give me five, and to put both hands in mine and “dance with daddy.” Sometimes, she liked the dancing so much, she would put her hands back after I let go and bite me if I didn’t let her do it again. I taught her to speak and to jump, delighting in her intelligence, her personality, her spirit.

Lucy taught me a lot, too. She taught me about friendship and how to learn to live with another despite their imperfections and irritating habits (mostly mine, not hers). She taught me about parenting, serving as my first experimental child – both playful and stern as the moment required. She taught me about forgiveness. There were the times I stepped on her tail or smashed her foot. The time I awoke from a dream to find myself swinging her by her feet (I’ve never felt so guilty in all my life). There were times I left her for international trips or forgot to fill her water or waited too long to change her litter. Each time she came back to curl up next to me and purr, kissing my finger to let me know she’d forgiven me, and life could go on as it had always been.

What she taught me above all was unconditional love. I had learned about unconditional love in church – the love of God for us, the love of a Savior – but I’d never truly seen it manifest until Lucy came along. She always wanted to be with me, wherever I was, whatever I was doing. She didn’t always demand my attention, content to lie nearby where she could see me, or just hover on the periphery. When she needed attention or food or something else, she let me know, but most of the time it was enough to just be near me. Until I got married, I’d never known another person I felt that way about. No matter how ugly I was when I woke up, how stinky I was until I showed, no matter how unfashionable my clothes, or how scruffy my hair, she loved me. I was her “daddy,” and none of it mattered as long as we could be near each other. Who couldn’t appreciate a love like that? If you’re like me, you probably wish there were more of it.

Eighteen years later, as I ponder our life together, facing the end, it’s hard to believe that soon I may have to live without her. At forty years old, I’ve known her almost half my life. We’ve been together through eight moves, across four states, and too many apartments and houses to name. She’s hung with me through job changes, frustration, depression – even times when we were broke and didn’t know where the next meal might come from. She’s bore the indignity of a new dog joining the family, of being displaced from her usual position on the bed by my wife, and all sorts of other challenges.

Above all else, she’s loved me and adored me, and I have loved and adored her. Now, as her kidneys fail, her hearing decreases, and her walk becomes more strained, she loves me still, and I love her, and somehow I know we always will.

Top 20 Oxymorons

Top Twenty Best Oxymorons

#20    Found missing
#19    Resident alien
#18    Airline food
#17    Same difference
#16    Government organization
#15    Sanitary landfill
#14    Alone together
#13    Business ethics
#12    Sweet sorrow
#11    Military intelligence
#10    Plastic glasses
#  9    Terribly pleased
#  8    Definite Maybe
#  7    Pretty Ugly
#  6    Computer Security
#  5    Political science
#  4    Diet ice cream
#  3    Working vacation
#  2    Exact estimate
#  1    Microsoft Works

Links of the Week, Vol. 2, Issue 4

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/kitty_pet — funny truth for cat owners.

http://linkd.in/fvhoul — Top 5 Internet Marketing Ideas You Probably Don’t Know About.  Good tips for writers especially.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM — From my friend Jay Lake, one of the funnier videos I’ve seen in a while with a musician ranting about hating “Pachelbel’s Canon.”

http://ingridsnotes.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/query-letter-suicide/ — what not to write in your query letters from agent Jill Corcoran

http://jillcorcoran.blogspot.com/2010/04/formula-for-query-letter.html — Agent Jill Corcoran’s Formula For A Query Letter


http://www.tobiasbuckell.com/2011/01/27/writing-on-the-high-seas/ — Interesting thoughts on Piracy from Tobias Bucknell

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/02/03/science/03planet.html?_r=2&emc;=eta1 — 1200 new planets discovered? Vey exciting stuff!

The Worker Prince Synopsis

When I was a teenager, I dreamed of telling stories and one of the stories I came up with was a Star Wars-type space opera with elements of the Moses story mixed with action and intrigue. Somewhere along the way I lost my notes, but three things stayed with me, the name Xalivar, the name Sol, and the opening lines of the novel.

Twenty-five years or so later, in August of 2009, I sat down to write the novel. It was my second attempt at  a novel, my first in science fiction. Sixteen months later, I am preparing to sign a publishing contract for that novel and have two sequels I need to write. I’ve gotten a lot of good reader response to this, and I’ve taken numerous drafts to hone and refine it. People frequently tell me I captured the feel of “Star Wars” very well. That’s exciting, because it means I accomplished exactly what I set out to do.

Now, I’d like to share the synopsis with you.

THE WORKER PRINCE

For as long as Davi Rhii can remember, the Boralians and Vertullians have been enemies. After years of fighting, they left Earth to colonize the stars. Who knew they’d wind up neighbors again. Now the Boralians have held the Vertullians as slaves for years, and Davi Rhii uncovers a secret. Although raised as a Prince, he was born a slave.

As he sets out to discover who he is, he comes into conflict with his family and friends. Then a tragedy occurs and he finds himself on the run. Aligning himself with an underground slave movement, soon he’s training slaves to pilot fighters as they prepare to launch a war for freedom.
In the midst of the revolution, he meets Tela, a beautiful pilot. Judging him as the typical cocky fighter jock, and an enemy to boot, she wants nothing to do with him. But Davi sets out to win her over, and they wind up falling in love.

While Davi learns more about the Vertullians’ culture and begins to think of himself as a slave, he struggles to win the acceptance of slaves who question his loyalty as well as the family and friends he left behind on Legallis.

The High Lord Councillor of the Borali Empire, Xalivar is used to people obeying his every word. Then his nephew, Davi, fresh out of the military academy, begins rebelling. He shows sympathy for the ancient enemy Vertullians, and worse, he starts spending more and more time with them.

Xalivar overhears his sister, Miri, confessing that she adopted Davi secretly. He was born a worker. Stung by the betrayal, Xalivar is torn between his love for the boy he raised as an heir and his hatred for the slaves. 
When Davi finds himself hunted, Xalivar sends him away to cover it up. Davi returns and begins helping the slaves, and Xalivar sends Davi’s old Academy rival to hunt him down.

As the Boralian Council and people begin to question the treatment of the workers, Xalivar prepares an army to take them down. When the slaves attack two starbases and escape with fighters, the war begins. Xalivar’s family honor and way of life are at stake, and he’s determined to win at all costs.

When even his sister begins to scheme against him, Xalivar does whatever it takes to bring the situation back under his control. Finally, the Council overrules him and forces a Peace Conference. But Xalivar initiates a secret plan to conquer the slaves and capture their leadership, including Davi, at the same time.

Xalivar mistakenly lets word slip out of his plan while taunting Miri and finds himself confronted from both sides–by both the Council and the slaves. He’s losing the battle and now he’s the one fighting to survive. 


(FYI, in the novel, the slaves are called “workers”, hence the title. But for ease of understanding I just refer to them as slaves here.)

Links Of The Week, Vol. 2, Issue 3

http://shunn.livejournal.com/524615.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm;_medium=twitter — A great example from Bill Shunn of the “entitlement gone wrong” mentality plaguing our society. This kind of crap goes on all the time and it always ticks me off.

http://www.foxnews.com/scitech/2011/01/13/pope-benedict-reconciles-science-religion/?test=faces – Pope Benedict reconciles God and the Big Bang.  Interesting.

http://emunderwood.com/2011/01/15/2011-publishers-round-table/ — Discussion on the future of publishing with Del Rey Spectra, Fantasy & Science Fiction Magazine, and Small Beer Press.

http://www.theatlantic.com/culture/archive/2011/01/you-can-have-my-double-space-when-you-pry-it-from-my-cold-dead-hands/69592/ — funny diatribe re: double spacing after sentences and learning to type on a typewriter

http://gizmodo.com/5736217/scientist-discovers-time-teleportation — Is Time Travel possible?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17jymDn0W6U&feature;=player_embedded — The Universe as we know it in a stunning video

http://www.classicshorts.com/index.shtml — source of classic short stories online to read for enjoyment or learning

http://bit.ly/dYtkdS — a funny cartoon courtesy of my friend Rajan Khanna.

 http://yfrog.com/gy6jzmj  a funny indictment of the political process.  

 http://bit.ly/gdE9lz — TOR.com examines religious science fiction

Review: The Black God’s War by Moses Siregar III

Two sons, one an embarrassment, the other prophesied to rule the world. Two armies, facing each other for nine years of war. A tortured princess. A bodyguard torn between duty and love. Moses Siregar III’s “The Black God’s War” novella has all the right ingredients and his prose lives up to the challenge–an exciting new epic fantasy is soon to arrive.

It’s taken me far too long to read this tale, and I am reading an older draft, but I’m so glad I waited until I had the focus to properly appreciate it. It’s been a while since a novella so captured me that I read it almost straight through–70 pages in the first sitting. But Siregar’s novella, 15 chapters culled from 85 of his upcoming novel, just has that effect on you. His characters are as passionate as his descriptive prose. The pacing is perfect. There are a few spots where editing might tighten things up, but as I said, this is an older draft and I know he’s been polishing a lot since then.

“The Black God’s War” is the tale of two countries at war on a distant planet. The sons of their two leaders each take their role in battle. One, Caio, is the legendary Haissem, born to rule the world. The religious ceremony handing him his father’s power takes place and the army awaits his arrival and their imminent victory. The other, Rao, hardly knows his father and is mocked by his men. Meanwhile, Caio’s sister Lucia is leading the army as they await him. Each side calls on their gods and each expects to win.

The novella has elements of mythology reflective of Siregar’s years spent studying religions and philosophies. It has a Greek or Roman feel to it at times, yet it remains clearly in the epic fantasy mold, despite being set on a distant planet.

Siregar handles the battle scenes well, using dialogue richly to both build his characters and his world. And the novella introduces many of his major characters well, wetting the reader’s appetite and leaving him wanting more.

I’m anxious to know the rest of the story and you will be, too. This is a novella epic fantasy fans don’t want to miss. Avaialble as an ebook right now through Kindle and other sites. The novel should follow in Spring 2011. Siregar is an exciting new talent to look forward to.

For what it’s worth…