Reviews of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

I remember when Bloomsbury launched Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell in 2004, it was accompanied by one of the biggest marketing campaign in publishing history. Neil Gaiman called it “unquestionably the finest English novel of the fantastic in the last 70 years”. There were planned newspaper serialisations and deliveries by horse and carriage, and themedContinue reading “Reviews of Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell”

Welcome to the Great Indoors: A Review of Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi

The Beauty of the House is immeasurable; it’s Kindness infinite. Readers to their books, like parents to children, often find it difficult (and suspect it immoral) to pick favourites. It is not a dilemma that vexes me because I am blessed with clarity in this aspect. In the sprawling forest of my literary preferences, oneContinue reading “Welcome to the Great Indoors: A Review of Susanna Clarke’s Piranesi”

Yer a Necromancer, Harry!: A Review of Tamsyn Muir’s Harrow the Ninth

But Harrowhark—Harrow, who was two hundred dead children; Harrow, who loved something that had not been alive for ten thousand years—Harrowhark Nonagesimus had always wanted so badly to live. She had cost too much to die. Gideon the Ninth was one of the most effervescent fantasy debuts of 2019, and I picked it up solelyContinue reading “Yer a Necromancer, Harry!: A Review of Tamsyn Muir’s Harrow the Ninth”

Mad Max, Ory Road: A Review of Peng Shepherd’s The Book of M

Have you heard about the Stillmind? The One Who Gathers? They traded food for information, rallied curious crowds to make mass pilgrimages into the strange lands to see if they could find out more. Someone in this apartment had scrawled The One with a Middle but No Beginning in charcoal over where the bed shouldContinue reading “Mad Max, Ory Road: A Review of Peng Shepherd’s The Book of M”

250 Galloping McGuffins: A Review of Guy Gavriel Kay’s Under Heaven

At the absolute summit of accomplishment the insects chewing from within at the most extravagant sandalwood may be heard, if the nights are quiet enough. I am nominally Chinese, though I understand I am not very good at being Chinese. I speak both Mandarin and Cantonese, but only read Chinese at the level of aContinue reading “250 Galloping McGuffins: A Review of Guy Gavriel Kay’s Under Heaven”

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