wrul (pre‐2023) rated Deep Wheel Orcadia: 5 stars

Deep Wheel Orcadia by Harry Josephine Giles
Astrid is returning home from art school on Mars, looking for inspiration. Darling is fleeing a life that never fit, …
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Ratings, roughly: “Half” stars (to approximate zero) seemed almost pure harm and were poorly written. 1s were slogs and wastes. 2s I would have refused publication pending thorough rounds of redrafts, reframing, and/or reresearch. 3s read neither fantastically nor awfully, or they did both just enough that it cancelled out — unless they delighted but I barely began, so couldn’t reliably say. 4s held something, substantial, of distinct interest or especial enjoyment, which might richly reward a deliberate revisiting. 5s may not ring perfect to me, but I would gift or receive with unhesitating gladness.
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Astrid is returning home from art school on Mars, looking for inspiration. Darling is fleeing a life that never fit, …
It is largely in affluent countries, then, and mainly among the more privileged, that climate change is perceived as a techno-economic concern oriented toward the future; for the have-nots of the world, in rich and poor countries alike, it is primarily a matter of justice, rooted in histories of race, class, and geopolitics. From this perspective, climate negotiations are not just about emissions and greenhouse gases; they hinge precisely upon issues that are not, and can never be, discussed — issues that are ultimately related to the global distribution of power.
⸻ pp. 158–159
Third updated reprint.
It's been centuries since the robots of Panga gained self-awareness and laid down their tools; centuries since they wandered, en …
I told you this was a thirst so great it could carve rivers.
This fierce debut from award-winning writer Evelyn …
‘Adventure playground?’ said Rania. ‘Look, there’s nobody there.’
They veered left and stared down the far slope towards the pirate ship and the high walks and the orange climbing nets. A train jogged along the tracks at the bottom, a stubby Sunday train of four carriages, pausing a while, waiting for three fluorescent jackets to cross the tracks and signal the all-clear. Bonfire smoke twised lazily from a back garden. A crow hopped ahead on the grass.
— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 165)
She’d cried. Of course she’d cried. He held her and she thought she would quite literally disintegrate, just deliquesce in his arms right there and then. But soon she stiffened. Her ear pressed against his bare chest and the steady beat of his heart filled her with rage.
— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 137)
Someone’s read a bit of Rushdie back in the day; back of the mind, there it is seeping up.
‘Nathan!’ Harriet rose to greet a willowy young man, both hands outstretched. He took hold of them and stood there uncertainly, not knowing what to do with these dazzling gifts.
— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 120)
The blank page is maddening. She raises her head and looks once more in the mirror. She has chosen to sit at her dressing table because when she writes a false word she will know it from the look on her face.
— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 92)
Content warning class, migration, anxiety
Whenever Yasmin thought about how her father’s life had begun she experienced a swell in her ribcage, pride of course, but also fear, as if there was still a chance that he would never escape the jaws of poverty, as if he might never embark on the long and difficult journey, or might travel but never arrive.
— Love Marriage by Monica Ali (Page 75)