I discovered the work of M.L. Wang through BookTok, which is, by and large, convinced that her The Sword of Kaigen is one of the best books ever written. I read that one first, and … it’s not one of the best books ever written, not by a long shot, but it was good enough to get me to pick Blood over Bright Haven up and then take several months to get around to reading it. I didn’t start off well with this book either; by pure coincidence it shares a lot of plot points with Ava Reid’s A Study in Drowning, which I read immediately before it, and starting a second book in a row where the main character was a trailblazing female academic in a field where no one wanted her around and who cried all the time was a bit jarring even before it turned out that, somehow, in both books the fact that said main character was a huge fucking racist was a big plot point. Now, this is fantasy racism, which doesn’t make it a lot better,(*) mind you, but it’s a big theme of both books, so be prepared for that. Also, while we’re talking about things that might be in a content warning, Drowning has a character who is a rape survivor (although, creepily, the act in question comes off as consensual the first time it’s described) and there’s a rape attempt in Blood.
A Study in Drowning was not a great book– serviceable, but not much more– and it kind of poisoned me against Blood over Bright Haven for the first third or so. I nearly put it down. I’m glad I didn’t.
For starters, and I don’t want to get too deep into spoilers, because you deserve to experience this at the book’s pace, Sciona is very much not the main character of Blood over Bright Haven, even though it will seem like she is for most of the book.
Second, Blood over Bright Haven is one of the angriest books I’ve ever read, up there with Yellowface and Iron Widow,(**) although, again, you spend enough time in Sciona’s head that you might not realize how angry the book is at first. This is a deliberate misdirect on the part of the author and in retrospect it’s tremendously effective at prepping you for the big twist midway through the book. A bit of background: Sciona starts the book off by being named a Highmage of her home city-state of Tiran, an office that no woman has ever held before. This happens quickly; another weird similarity it has to Drowning, come to think of it; you get yourself mentally ready for her to take half the book to become a highmage and it’s, like, a chapter. Magic in this book is fascinatingly mathematical and complicated and meaty, it’s more like writing equations or geometric proofs than what for lack of a better word I’ll call “traditional” spell casting, although it’s not as explicitly mathematical as, say, To Shape a Dragon’s Breath.
Anyway, for our purposes the salient part of writing a spell is that you have to determine where the spell gets its energy from, and how much energy it might take to pull off any given magical effect. If you pull too little you’ll get partial results and if you pull too much, something is probably going to explode. Sciona is a prodigy at mapping, which is the process of figuring out where magical energy sources are and how to pull from them, and she gets put on a huge project involving pushing back the magical wall that surrounds the city, a huge … public works project, which isn’t quite what you might expect from a fantasy book but that really is what’s going on here.
Also, spells are written on magical typewriters, which is just super fucking cool.
Anyway, blah blah blah class conflict blah blah blah sexism blah blah blah plot development and then she figures out where the sources of her magic are really being pulled from, and I’m not telling you anything else, because you deserve to experience this on your own, and probably by this point if you’re like me you’ve decided you don’t like Sciona all that much. Unlikable MCs are tricky, right? First of all, you often can’t be sure if the author realizes they’ve written an unlikable main character, or if it’s just your reaction to that person (I call this “Lana Lang syndrome”) and also because the author wants you to keep reading, which can be a hard sell if you don’t like living in the head of the person you’re reading about.
I’m just going to say that it was clear quickly that M.L. Wang knew exactly what she was doing here, and that Sciona’s personality flaws are clearly intentional and are also pretty essential to the book unfolding the way it does. She has a great conversation (well, fight) with a relative late in the book where the relative just rips her to shreds and every word she says about her is true and I just kind of read it in awe of how fully in control of her characters Wang was.
Also, and I’m not going to go into details because, again, I want as few spoilers as possible, but reading this book on Thanksgiving lent the whole book a really interesting synchronicity with actual life. You’ll understand when you read it.
And, yeah, I’m about to end the second review in a row with the phrase “one of the best books of the year,” and a wish that M.L. Wang’s many fans on BookTok and elsewhere would realize which of her tradpubbed books (she has several that she published herself, and this and Kaigen were both originally indie titles) is clearly the superior one, because this book deserves the press and attention that The Sword of Kaigen has gotten. Go read it.
(*) The sole physical characteristic that the Kwen characters are given is “copper hair,” and I’m still unclear what precisely the difference between copper and red hair is, but you could take this as evidence that the despised minority in this book are white people, which is an interesting choice that ultimately doesn’t end up mattering very much since this is very much a Not Earth book.
(**) The fact that all three of the authors here are Asian women is a coincidence. It’s an interesting coincidence, but a coincidence nonetheless.
First of all, in accordance with our most ancient and sacred traditions:
And while your family is eating dry turkey and you’re arguing with Aunt Ruth about whether trans people deserve to be able to pee in public or not, my family is doing this:
This is going to be one of those books that is difficult to review, at least the way I usually do reviews. Or maybe it won’t be. I’ve certainly written some reviews before that involved flapping my arms around like a landed fish and babbling shut up and buy it before; this will, more or less, be one of those, because despite having read this book cover to cover and having been nearly hypnotized by it throughout that process I find it difficult to describe it without a lot of comparisons that may or may not make any sense.
It’s as if you rolled Gormenghast, The Shadow of the Torturer and Through the Looking Glass into a meatball and then rolled it in honey.
It’s like Harrow the Ninth, but it makes sense.
It’s Labyrinth but the baby eats people. And the baby’s not the point. But the baby’s in there, I promise. Oh and also if China Miéville wrote Labyrinth.
This is a book that uses perfectly normal words to describe things, like “light,” only then you discover that light can be poured out of a jar. Someone’s hair is made of twigs and someone else is a rabbit, only they lay eggs. Something will be described as a beehive and you will think you know what a beehive is and then it will crouch down on the legs that you didn’t realize it had and excrete honey into a jar through a urethra, typically not a body part possessed by a beehive, which don’t even have bodies, much less body parts. Everything is larger than you think it is and has more mouths than you think it should, except for the one thing that has lots of tongues, because that thing has no mouths at all. Everything is crumbling and decrepit and falling apart and no one remembers why they are doing the things that they are doing anymore other than continuing to eke out a pointless existence in a palace that goes on forever, and the world is sort of ruled by five sisters only they aren’t really sisters and I’m not sure they’re even female, because at one point a character gets what for the sake of this sentence I’ll call a promotion and then that character is referred to exclusively with female pronouns for the rest of the book.
This is a book where on one level you will have a pretty good idea what is going on, because the page-to-page events are explained clearly and vividly, and on another hand you will have absolutely no idea what is going on, because none of the nouns mean what they think they mean and your mental picture of what is happening is probably wildly inaccurate for a reason the book hasn’t even revealed yet. It’s a book with not one big quest but two big quests that are sort of intertwined, with a knight and a squire and a Beast that must be vanquished and a Mother who is sixteen and has no children but will find a child in a sack and many Ladies, only some of them have towers for heads and some are birds and at one point a character will be revealed to have three arms and four legs and you won’t be sure if that was the case for the whole book or not, and sometimes everything is on fire, and that’s usually bad.
It’s fucking amazing and it’s one of my favorite books of the year.
I just wish I had some idea how to pronounce “Pechaček.”
Nobody believed your asses two years ago when you said that the McRib was on its “farewell tour” or whatever the hell you called it. Absolutely no one. We all knew that the McRib is always a seasonal or at least short-term item (length of term: however long it takes for pork prices to rise again) and it’s going to go away and come back. Everyone knew this. You fooled no one.
But yeah. You had to make a big Goddamn deal about how no, really, this is the last time. No more McRib, forever, and all that shit.
And now it’s 2024, and the fucking world is ending, and you bring this bullshit back … and you dare to just not acknowledge that you insisted it was never coming back? No mention of it at all? What, are you just hoping we don’t remember?
Call the motherfucker Son of McRib and put it on a round bun for a while or some shit, I don’t care. Slap a little mustard on it (no, really, think about it) and pretend it’s not the same sandwich. I don’t care. But, shit, can we pay a little attention to worldbuilding around here? All I’m asking for is some Goddamned consistency. This ain’t comic books. You can’t reboot the menu. Or at least you can’t reboot the menu and pretend you didn’t do it.
Do not assume that just because I just ate two of these sonsofbitches because I am sad that I didn’t notice what you did here, Goddammit. I see the Hamburglar in my neighborhood anytime soon I’m slapping him.
I know I talk about this every single time I put a Lego set together, but holy shit, the people who design these things are the smartest motherfuckers on Earth. I’m building the TIE Interceptor right now, which has been sitting on the floor in my office waiting for the right mood to strike me for probably several months now, and the cockpit and interior structure of this thing is just nuts. You can’t really see how detailed the cockpit is at this angle, and I couldn’t get any good pictures of it one way or another, but there are multiple screens in there for the minifigure to look at, along with two control sticks and a little radar screen with a picture of an X-Wing on it. My favorite little detail– see the two tiny gray dots at the top of the cockpit, underneath the two pale yellow studs? They wanted those two triangle pieces attached to them to be at an angle, and the pieces holding them at that angle are clearly guns. They took gun pieces from some other minifigure and reused them to hold the “screens” at the right angle.
It’s so creative it makes me sick. I could never be smart enough to design one of these damn things, and I’m in awe the whole time I’m building them. The model you get at the end isn’t even the point anymore. It’s all about marveling at the ingenuity it took to create these damn things, and wondering what these motherfuckers could do if they applied their skills to curing cancer instead of making toys.
(Oh, shit, I think I have the red pegs backwards on one of the wings. I’m gonna have to check that, before it’s too late to fix.)
(Actually the top row of pegs was backwards on both wings. Fixed!)
Anyway, I spent the day in Michigan visiting my wife’s family, and continuing to be vaguely weirded out by the fact that while her cousins are all perfectly nice people, I have never particularly clicked with all of them, but every time I see them lately one of their kids suddenly becomes interesting. I swear I have talked about this before, although I can’t find the post now; my favorite member of her extended family is her closest cousin’s younger daughter, which is weird, and I’m at the point where when we go to these things I just assume I’m going to spend most of my time talking to the generation underneath us more than I’m actually going to talk to her cousins.(*) It’s less weird than it could be; everybody’s in or out of college now and my son is the youngest person at these things by a mile, which is too bad for him. We were at this particular cousin’s house for the first time today, and one of her daughters, who I have known since she was ten and is now 26, finally actually started talking today? And she combines being a horse girl and an emo kid somehow, and I find that combination kind of hilariously endearing.
Jesus. I’ve known these people for sixteen years? I really should learn everyone’s names.
(*) Her uncle Bill is super cool too, for what it’s worth. So I spend my time talking to the youngest and the oldest people there.
I have spent all day, other than a brief run to the county solid waste department to get a ton of cardboard recycled, sitting in the same chair, trying my hardest to not fall asleep and mostly failing. I’m honestly kind of amazed that I managed to make it out of the house before noon, to say nothing of the effort required to break down all the boxes, because there has been nothing in the tank since then. We’re going to Michigan tomorrow for Thanksgiving The First, of possibly as many as four, and five hours in the car is going to do me in regardless. If I was smart I’d get my lesson planning done; I was smart enough already to make sure that I didn’t bring any grading home this weekend, so I don’t have that to worry about.
I would like everyone to know that I did not watch IU lose their football game today, so you don’t get to blame me for it. My wife suggested yesterday that we watch it, and I think even the bare mention of me paying attention to college football again led to the loss. I apologize to all those who are suffering.