52, WG46, F22, E52, / NG6, M30, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

Tanya Huff, The Privilege of Peace

Im Finale der Serie bringt Huff nochmal alles aus den vorherigen Bänden zusammen in einem fulminanten Showdown - die Silsviss aus dem ersten Band, General Morris aus den ersten drei, Big Yellow aus dem zweiten und die Plastikaliens aus allen außer dem ersten, mit etlichen Nebencharakteren noch dazu. Immer wieder gut ist die Verhaftung des H'San am Ende - wobei ich sie mir immer noch nicht richtig vorstellen kann. Vielleicht ist das auch so gewollt.
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"She's a terrorist. Terrorism can be distillend to violence supporting a belief system. People who believe in things always want to convince you their way is the right way. That they have a good reason for whatever fukkery they're up to. Assholes are a lot less predictable."
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(Tanya Huff, The Privilege of Peace, 2018(

48, NG5, M29, E48, / WG43, F19, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

Julian Barnes, Elisabeth Finch

Jedesmal wenn ich einen neuen Barnes lese, merke ich wie sehr ich ihn vermißt habe und dass ich ihn wirklich öfter lesen sollte. Nicht nur wegen des eleganten Sprachstils und wie er es schafft jedes Buch schon nach den ersten Zeilen fesseln zu lassen, auch wenn wie hier sowohl Erzähler als auch die Titelfigur immer geheimnisvoller und undeutlicher werden, je weiter man im Buch vordringt. Eine begnadete Lehrerin, ein Schüler, der sie so bewundert, dass er nach ihrem Tod den halbherzigen Versuch wagt eine Biografie zu schreiben obwohl er noch nie in seinem Leben ein Projekt zuende geführt hat, und eine interessante, neue Denkansätze fordernde These (um Julian den Apostat, von dem ich bisher nichts wusste), die Finch beinahe zum Verhängnis wird, all das ergibt eine richtig gute Geschichte - aber was kann man von Barnes auch anderes erwarten.
Und ja, was mich besonders freute waren die Stellen über die heilige Ursula und die Frage, ob es wirklich 11000 Jungfrauen waren in ihrem Gefolge, nicht nur aber auch weil es mich an Jürgen Beckers Version der Geschichte erinnerte.
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Linda, who often seemed to be suffering from what she quaintly called 'heart trouble', asked anxiously, 'What have you got against monogamy? Isn't it how most people want to live? Isn't it what most people dream of?'
'Beware of dreams', Elizabeth Finch replied. 'Also, as a general rule, beware of what most people aspire to.' She paused, half-smiled at Linda and addressed the class through her. 'Enforced monogamy is as much to say enforced happiness, which we know is not possible. Unenforced monogamy might seem possible. Romantic monogamy might seem to be desirable. But the first normally collapses back into a version of enforced monogamy, while the second is liable to become obsessive and hysterical. And thereby lies close to monomania. We should always distinguish between mutual passion and shared monomania.'
We were all silenced, taking this in. Most of us had had the average sexual and amatory experience of our generation: that's to say, far too much in the opinion of the preceding generation, and pathetically little in the view of the next, pressing generation.
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Here's another thing: the dead can't tell you that you are wrong. Only the living can do that - and they may be lying. So I trust the dead more. Is that bizarre, or is it sensible?
And further to this: why should we expect our collective memory - which we call history - to be any less fallible than our personal memory?
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'It's a recurrent delusion that a change of government will make a difference.'
'That's a counsel of despair.'
'No, it's a counsel of realism. Do you see me despairing?'
'No. But I also bet you have voted in every single election.'
'In the sure knowledge that it will effect little.'
'Then why do it?'
'Civic duty. It is expected.'
At which point I slightly lost it. 'That sounds incredibly patronising.'
'To whom?'
'To... well, the rest of the electorate.'
'You mean that I am meant to share fully in their hopes and dreams and subsequent disappointments? A politician's main function is to disappoint.'
'That sounds incredibly cynical, you know.'
'I disagree. I am not a cynic.'
'What are you then?'
'I am not vain enough to attach a label to myself.'
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And then there is the inevitable third stylisation - of posthumous memory. Leading to the moment when the last living person to remember you has their very last thought about you. There ought to be a name for that final event, which marks your final extinction.
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'You know how she was,' Anna began. 'A mixture of utter candous and sudden concealment. Also, utter sympathy and occasional distance. Talking to her was completely different from any other woman I've talked to in my life. Most women tell you How We Met' - she did air-quotes - 'and What Went Wrong and How It Ended and What I Learnt From It All. I'm not disparaging that: I do it myself - turn my life into a story. We all do it. EF wasn't like that. She'd give you a conclusion but not the narrative. Why? The obvious, normal reason would be a sense of privacy, of discretion. But I decided that it was also perhaps something bigger: a sense that a life, much as we would like it to be, does not amount to a narrative - or not a narrative such as we understand and expect.'
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(Julian Barnes, Elizabeth Finch, 2022)

46, WG42, F18, E46, / NG4, M28, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

Tanya Huff, Valor's Trial

Der vierte Band enthält mit den Teilen im unterirdischen automatisiertem Gefängnis die wahrscheinlich mit Abstand düstersten und bedrückendsten Passagen der Serie. Am erschreckensten ist vermutlich wie so nah wie nie Torin hier dem Ende ihrer Kraft kommt.
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Kyster stopped listening. The argument didn't actually have anything to do with him; they were arguing for the sake of having something to talk about. Humans sucked at sitting in silence. So did Di'Taykan, but they usually found a quieter way to pass the time. He spent a while wondering what a Human would have done out in the tunnels all alone - besides die - and figured they'd have ended up arguing with themselves.
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From what she'd seen, Big Yellow - well, the component parts of Big Yellow, and that was still easier to say than polynumerous molecular sentient polyhydroxide alcoholydes with an agenda - was certainly capable of setting up this kind of a system, but it seemed like an awfully complicated load of rubbish to go through just to ... what? Study a few hundred captive Marines?
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(Tanya Huff, Valor's Trial, 2008)

43, WG39, F15, E43, / NG4, M28, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

Tanya Huff, Valor's Choice

Das letzte Mal, dass ich den ersten Band - oder überhaupt die ersten Bände der Valor/Peacekeeper-Serie las, ist schon so lange her, dass sie noch nicht in meiner Kindle-Bibliothek waren, also mehr als sechs Jahre. Da wurde es doch höchste Zeit. Das wiederlesen war wieder das reinste Vergnügen, obwohl - oder auch vielleicht - weil ich noch fast alles daraus im Kopf hatte und mich auf die besten und dramatischsten Szenen freuen konnte.
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His eyes lightened as he glanced down at her.
"So staff sergeants really do have super powers?"
Torin had been about to explain that survivors learned from experience to recognize those species likely to follow up their first shot with a second and a third but decided instead just to answer his question, responding to his teasing smile with as bland an expression as she could manage.
"Yes, sir."
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(Tanya Huff, Valor's Choice, 2000)

41, WG37, F13, E41, / NG4, M28, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

Tanya Huff, February Thaw
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Tanya Huff, He said, Sidhe said

Eigentlich nahm ich mir February Thaw vor, weil sich herausstellte, dass das zuletzt geladene Buch noch nicht vollständig runtergeladen war, aber wenn ich einmal mit Kurzgeschichten von Tanya Huff anfange, muss ich sie alle nochmal lesen, oder zumindest die beiden Sammlungen. Besonders was Huff mit griechischen Gottheiten und anderen Mythen anstellt ist immer wieder faszinierend. So allmählich gelüstet es mich auch wieder die Valor-Serie wiederzulesen.
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Außerdem gibt es ein wunderschönes Kollektivum (ich muß mir mal eine Sammlung von collective nouns zulegen):

"Yes. Let me guess; three more of the nine?"
"Who else. Do you know what they call a group of wizards? An argument."
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(Tanya Huff, February Thaw, aus: When the Student is ready, 2011)

39, WG35, M28, E39, / NG4, F11, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

John D. MacDonald, The Lonely Silver Rain

Für mich ist dieser Band immer noch der bestmögliche Abschluß der Serie und ich glaube immer noch, dass MacDonald keinen weiteren Band geschrieben hätte, selbst wenn er noch länger gelebt hätte. Schon garkeinen "schwarzen". Abgesehen davon ist er auch ohne den Handlungsstrang mit seiner Tochter einer der besten. Schon wie er die gestohlene Yacht findet und was sich alles daraus ergibt ist immer wieder total fesselnd zu lesen.
Achja, und er erwähnt noch ein Buch von Stephen King. Ohne Namen und Titel, aber eindeutig.
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Communication is a process of interpreting symbols. Words are symbols. Gestures and gifts and touchings are symbols. In any life we misinterpret more than we should, perhaps because our deepest intentions are at odds with the messages we project.
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Meyer likes riding buses. He says it is the ultimate privacy. Nobody ever talks to you. You sit high enough to look over the tops of the cars and the bridge railings and see the world. You can read and think. He says tourists on cruises get off their luxury vessels and clamber onto buses, paying large fees to stare at the foreign scenery while somebody yaps at them about what they are looking at over a PA system so dreadful they catch one word in three. He says he has seen things out of bus windows so absurd, so grotesque, so fantastic, that riding the bus is sometimes like gliding through someone else's dream.
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"Innocent people and guilty people are killed every day. Stray bullets in small wars. Fog on the Interstates. If innocence could keep us alive, my friend, we'd all be saints."
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We are here, and there is music and there are bad jokes, and so we are all a little bit longer in the tooth and have seen life go up, down and sideways without any rhyme or reason anyone can determine. We laugh at tired old jokes because they are old and tired and familiar, and it is good to laugh.
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(John D. MacDonald, The Loney Silver Rain, 1984)

38, WG34, M27, E38, / NG4, F11, MF0, B2, D0, Frz0, C0, NA1

John D. MacDonald, Cinnamon Skin

Der vorletzte Band, in dem Meyer seine Nichte und sein Boot verliert und sich mit McGee auf die Suche nach dem Mörder macht, gehört mit Sicherheit zu meinen Top Five der Serie. Nebenbei ist es auch der erste Band in dem er ein Buch von Stephen King erwähnt.
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.. I wonder about her. When they filmed that introduction she had no way of knowing that she would be frozen there in time, anxious and running. Does she ever think about how strange that is? Multiply viewers times original episodes and the countless reruns on hundreds of stations, and you can see she has been looked at a billion times. What do you pay a person to be looked at a billion times? How many thousand miles has she run? It's the fly-in-amber idea, plus a paradox of time and space. Maybe she never thinks of it these days. Or yawns when she sees herself. Last night I saw her again, late, in a Toronto hotel room. And she became Norma: dark hair and vitality. Now she is caught in some eternal time lock. Death is an unending rerun until the last person with any memory of you is also dead."
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.. She was my very last blood relative. It's like a superstitious fear, having no one left in the world directly related to you by blood. As if you had started somehow to disappear.
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..The brain has time to realease the news of its own dissolution, time to factor a few questions about why,what, who ... and what is happening to me? Perhaps a month of mortal illness is condensed into one thousandth of a second, insofar as self-realization is concerned. We're each expert in our own death."
And I knew that strange last statement was correct. We're experts. We get it done the first time we try it. And we spend too much time thinking about it before we do it.
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(John D. MacDonald, Cinnamon Skin, 1982)