Life is pretty good being a gigantic crocodile god: spend your days lazing on the …
Short and fun. I bought it just before ShortBox closed up, and I loved the contrast between Sobek's towering presence on the cover and, well, his actual personality in the story.
Esio knows all the rules about travelling to the fae realm: stick to the path, …
Why do you tell the reader the rules of the fae realm if you... end up not using them? Who is the main character, Ted or Esio? I feel like none of them were fleshed out enough to know what the story wanted to say.
The fae realm looked magnificent though, it was worth it just for the visuals.
It's hard being dumped. It's even harder when, on the way home from being dumped, …
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3 stars
The premise is interesting: the main character finds themself in a train for the "lost and weary" that belongs to Death, and wonders if they want to stay aboard. The train and its passengers are also covered in mushrooms, which creates a unique atmosphere.
However I felt that Death's characterization was a bit inconsistent and the emotional stakes were quickly rendered moot.
Burning hands rouse Roger in the night--but do they belong to the bookseller Cam Ellis, …
The first two stories were more lighthearted, whereas this one revolves around a mystery and has a heavier mood in general. I didn't not like it, it's nice that the atmosphere isn't the same from one story to another, but the first two stories were more up my alley.
Wild beasts and wilder men roam the deserts of Arizona, and folklorist Roger Crenshaw runs …
On one hand, the story has the perfect length, it's long enough to flesh out the characters and the setting before the sex scene at the end.
Having read a lot of mangas, comics etc. before turning to books-without-pictures again, I'm still used to spending between 30 min and 1 hour in a story, and then moving on to something else. With essays and novels, I sometimes still resent the fact that I have to commit to them for hours, which become days and sometimes weeks. Yes they generally have chapters, but it's not the same. So it's nice to find shorter stories that don't feel too short.
On the other hands, ugh. The characters are lovable and I would like to read more about them, but it would defeat the previous point.
Folklorist Roger Crenshaw is invited to dinner by a charming Yale professor who shares his …
Casually adds it to the list of evidence I will use in my head to prove someone wrong when they justify the bad writing of a piece of smut by saying "of course it's bad, it's smut, what did you expect? a proper story??"
A fictional and complex portrait of bestselling author Patricia Highsmith caught up in the longing …
What's your wife's name again, Eddie? Because I'd like to murder you, but I want to be sure that she hasn't called dibs first
5 stars
It was amazing?
Admittedly I love sarcastic female leads with devastating one-liners, but I really liked this book. It's a fictional take on an episode in Patricia Highsmith's life, when she was anonymously writing low-grade comics while penning what would become Strangers on a Train, followed by The Price of Salt, later renamed Carol.
The muted color palette effectively captures the grayness of Patricia's life, between her boring jobs and the rest of the world telling her she should stop being a lesbian. An occasional pop of orange signals a rare moment of excitement, and I love how Hannah Templer renders shadows in the thriller scenes, or how she mimics old comic books style to illustrate Highsmith's stories.
There's also a little mise en abyme here, that makes us realize just how far we've come since then: the story shows a lesbian writer in the 1950s, struggling …
It was amazing?
Admittedly I love sarcastic female leads with devastating one-liners, but I really liked this book. It's a fictional take on an episode in Patricia Highsmith's life, when she was anonymously writing low-grade comics while penning what would become Strangers on a Train, followed by The Price of Salt, later renamed Carol.
The muted color palette effectively captures the grayness of Patricia's life, between her boring jobs and the rest of the world telling her she should stop being a lesbian. An occasional pop of orange signals a rare moment of excitement, and I love how Hannah Templer renders shadows in the thriller scenes, or how she mimics old comic books style to illustrate Highsmith's stories.
There's also a little mise en abyme here, that makes us realize just how far we've come since then: the story shows a lesbian writer in the 1950s, struggling to sell a novel with lesbian main characters that get a happy end at a time when putting your name on a comic book would be career suicide. And now in 2023 we get to read about it in a comic book crafted by two queer women, that features a problematic queer lead and won an Eisner award this year.
Meet your new favorite food critics: a chubby wolf named Mita Jiro and a ripped …
A reread. Sometimes, after a string of novels that did nothing for you, you have to treat yourself with a manga about a cute fluffy wolf fan of ramens and his ripped and brooding tiger friend that makes you want to cook curry on your next day off.
When Phoebe, goddess of the moon, is killed by the knights of the sun god, …
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3 stars
I had a hard time buying into the initial premise of the book: since the Knights of Hyperion murdered the Moon Goddess, a dozen years ago, the souls of the dead have been haunting the streets and may kill anyone who bleeds. Fish, or food in general, has become increasingly difficult to find. But it's treated as something that happened, whereas it's very much something the head of the main religion ordered, for reasons that only become clear near the end of the book. And people keep worshiping Hyperion without questioning his Knights' actions. If it were me, I think I would be ANGRY. (You could probably write a story about how some religious leaders made their followers' life difficult for selfish reasons and how these followers kept on believing in them, but that's not what Dark Moon, Shallow Sea is about.)
The first half of the book …
I had a hard time buying into the initial premise of the book: since the Knights of Hyperion murdered the Moon Goddess, a dozen years ago, the souls of the dead have been haunting the streets and may kill anyone who bleeds. Fish, or food in general, has become increasingly difficult to find. But it's treated as something that happened, whereas it's very much something the head of the main religion ordered, for reasons that only become clear near the end of the book. And people keep worshiping Hyperion without questioning his Knights' actions. If it were me, I think I would be ANGRY. (You could probably write a story about how some religious leaders made their followers' life difficult for selfish reasons and how these followers kept on believing in them, but that's not what Dark Moon, Shallow Sea is about.)
The first half of the book is a bit of a slog, not bad enough to drop the book immediately, but not good enough to actively enjoy the read. Also, good books with queer male leads written by a queer guy where the MM relationship is not the center of the story but just a part of it aren't easy to find, so I admit I was afraid I would miss the moment where the book finally shines and kept on reading.
On Twitter, the author described the city in which the story takes place as "a dark, mist-filled Venice full of empty canals" and I wish the writing had conveyed this atmosphere as clearly, because the setting felt so dull. It was also difficult to root for the main characters' romance since one of them remains a mystery until the last quarter of the story.
The second half is better: the setting changes, and characters whose viewpoints alternated until this point finally meet each other. The last quarter of the book, in particular, delivers several twists and revelations, although I feel like their impact could have been greater if the characters and their relationships had been more fully developed earlier in the narrative. It felt more like a succession of very lucky encounters than satisfying payoffs.