Binge Reading?

Since Friday evening….

Gene Stratton-Porter, A Girl Of the Limberlost

Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (Breaking my “rule” about books about book clubs and sewing circles and knitting societies…this book is nothing like the typical, Jane Austen Book Club-type one of those. Instead, it’s a lyrically written novel with a charming, sweet, wholesome story about endearing and wonderfully good characters. Oh, and I SO want to get well and travel to Guernsey!)

Edith Nesbit, The Enchanted Castle (revisiting childhood courtesy of Girlebooks.)

Jean Webster, Dear Enemy (I loved Daddy-Long-Legs as a little girl and never knew it had a sequel! The romance, of course, is entirely obvious from the beginning, but it’s still a fun story!)

Catherine Asaro, Sunrise Alley (Which one of these things is not quite like the others?)

Jaclyn Moriarty, The Life Murder of Bindy MacKenzie (One of my favorite YA books! Clever, amusing, and well written.)

Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs (Well, I had to follow up with a return to the original, didn’t I?)

Plus the first half of Louisa May Alcott’s Eight Cousins and Paul Strathern’s The Artist, the Philosopher, and the Warrior.

I do this sometimes: I binge read. Others binge drink or binge eat (no disrespect intended to the seriousness of those conditions.) I consume book after book in ridiculous quantities. The crazy thing? This was really only a sort of borderline episode — I’ll sometimes literally not move while devouring book after book immediately after another, doing little else. (Those tended to occur at the end of a stressful semester.) This weekend, I actually spent quite a bit of time listening to audiobooks, crocheting, watching TV, listening to music, talking with my parents, dealing with medical stuff, etc.

I fully recognize I’m a little bit strange….

I’ve also crocheted three scarves this week. Much better than sitting around and being miserable, right? 🙂 Cause, yeah, this weekend? Nothing down by mouth. Difficulty tolerating the tube feeding, including experiencing the joys of “dumping syndrome-like effects.” (Look it up. It sucks.) Having every single listed side effect of my medicine except constipation and anaphylactic shock (but including heart papitations.) Throwing up stomach juices after bolusing water into my small intestine. BUT I’ve been able to read lots of lovely books! 🙂

I’ve stocked up on some audiobooks from the library for the upcoming drives to and from San Francisco: Macbeth, Huck Finn, and Journey to the Center of the Earth. Radio gets tiresome when you’re doing this many drives.

Oh and the good news: in addition to my appointment on Tuesday with Dr. Shetler (neurogastroenterologist), I got in to see the neurologist she recommended! I’ll be seeing him(?) two hours after my appointment with her! It should be a good day — answers from the Electrogastrogram last week and a real start on figuring out my paralysis attacks!

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Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance — and my journey into the Vorkosiverse

The Ivan Book is out! Or at least available from Baen in e-arc. I think I’ve figured out what I’m reading on my Kindle while travelling tomorrow. 😉 It’s always exciting to wake up and realize that the book you thought you wouldn’t read until October is a click and fifteen dollars away….

The Vorkosigan Saga is a series that I’ve fallen for, and hard, in the last year and a half or so. It started with an offhand reference on some website comparing the relationships of Raoul of Goldenlake from Tamora Pierce’s Tortall books to those of Aral Vorkosigan from the Saga not quite named for him. I went ahead and Googled and came across a character profile from Jo Walton’s fabulous series of articles on the series of books (dative very important there.) Looking back at the article, I don’t think I really read it at that point, but two things struck me: 1. that there were people — published authors — writing in depth character studies on this pretty mid-list series and 2. the fantastic quote from Aral’s son who says, “He isn’t like anything, he’s the original.” Intrigued, I headed to the Wikipedia page for the series, skimmed through to get a general sense, checked on TV Tropes and saw the indication that the books were funny, and mentally filed the information. I think this was roughly in January, during winter break. I figured I would look at the books when I had a chance. That March, on the way either to or from home during spring break, I picked up the Omnibus Miles, Mutants, and Microbes, which contains the novels Falling Free and Diplomatic Immunity and the novella Labyrinth.

Falling Free was an introduction to Lois McMaster Bujold’s writing, and I liked it very much as a stand-alone work. It didn’t, however, really get me hooked on the Saga — it’s only loosely connected, as it takes place approximately 200 years before the rest of the Saga begins. Many of the connections — uterine replicators, Beta Colony — only resonated upon rereading it after reading the rest of the Saga. Diplomatic Immunity, one of the later books in the series, is more firmly rooted in the Saga, surrounding the adventures of one rather petite Barrayaran Lord Auditor, the irrepressible Lord Miles Vorkosigan, and his wife Ekaterin and an assortment of characters/sidekicks/innocent bystanders both new and old of the type that Miles — actually, the Vorkosigan family in general — tend to collect. I found the novel at various points funny and charming and exciting and enjoyed it. I still had a mental note to try more Vorkosigan Saga novels later. Sometime. It wasn’t pressing or anything. As clear evidence of this, I had Labyrinth remaining unread as I completed the second half of the semester. Sure, I had classes and lots of school reading during that time, but I was also read several rather long-winded and heavy works of literature then — think Zhviago, Notre Dame de Paris — so I  certainly could have managed the novella if sufficiently motivated. By the time finals were wrapping up and I was packing up, I felt like something a little lighter, and while surfing the web, I came across the Baen Free Library. Awesome site, by the way, and other publishers should totally take note. (And yes, I just said awesome and totally in the same sentence. I also read Pasternak and Hugo. It’s all good, or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.)

I read Mountains of Mourning and fell hard. I read Warrior’s Apprentice, on the same site, and gobbled it up, but mostly delighted in the parts on “Admiral Miles Naismith”/Lord Miles Naismith Vorkosigan’s home planet of Barrayar. (Medieval Ruritania. In Space. With linguistic conflict. And secret police. And fabulously strong women who are fabulously strong despite it all and who are changing Barrayar, really, I promise.) I returned to Labyrinth and found that I could fall just as hard for Admiral Naismith’s space-based adventures. (Yes, the books have lots of confusing identity issues. Yes, they’re even more confusing for the characters.) And then I acquired another omnibus volume, Cordelia’s Honor, containing the first books in the chronological order of the main series, Shards of Honor and Barrayar. I fell and I fell hard all over again. Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan, the mother of Miles, wife of the aforementioned Aral, and protagonist of the first two novels of the main Saga. Cordelia is one of those characters for whom epic is more than just teenager-y hyperbole. She may not have launched a thousand ships with her face, but she most certainly did with her force of will, intelligence, and (yes, Cordelia) even honor. She’s a scientist, an explorer, a reluctant soldier who’s no less strong for her reluctance, and an incredibly caring friend, wife, and eventually mother. She’s a woman who quite literally changes worlds on her “shopping” trip and she manages to effect changes on Ruritanian Barrayar even as she hails from progressive Beta Colony, a sort of Berkely-cum-The Netherlands-cum-Sweden of a planet.

Ivan Vorpatril is Cordelia’s nephew, or something close enough, and the son of another one of Barrayar’s force to be reckoned with grande dames, Lady Alys Vorpatril. Ivan’s related to Cordelia through her husband, Aral Vorkosigan. Aral Vorkosigan’s titles, official and loathed and unofficial (you could make a Venn Diagram there) are too varied to ever combine in one breath, though LMB comes close in a few points. He’s Count Vorkosigan, one of the highest of the high Vor lords; Admiral Vorkosigan, the youngest to reach that rank; the Conqueror of Komarr or Butcher thereof (it comes down to POV there); Hero of Escobar (or…something); Lord Regent of the Barrayaran Imperium and virtual dictator of three planets; Prime Minister of Barrayar after Emperor Gregor reached his minority; and even more later. Oh, and he has a better claim to the throne in his own right than said emperor, though the Vorkosigans and Vorpatrils don’t like to talk about that, thankyouverymuch. (Except when they do.) Basically, he’s a tough act to follow as a son, and he may be an even harder act to follow as a nephew, particularly when you consider his son’s approach to the problem. (Treason laws? What treason laws? I’ll become an admiral earlier! And change even more worlds!) The importance of Uncle Aral being Uncle Aral isn’t just that he’s the Prime Minister when Ivan comes of age, though, or the ex-Lord Regent, or the man whose name inspire fear, loathing, and grudging respect throughout the galaxy. It’s that both Aral and Ivan’s father Padma were the descendants of Barrayar’s favorite historical Emperor, Dorca. So that claim to the Imperium Aral likes to tidily ignore? Ivan has just as strong of one, perhaps even stronger when one considers that Ivan is a handsome and strong young soldier never accused of murdering any wives or foreign governments or harboring any “mutie” genes. Ivan’s approach to the problem involves doing exactly what he has to and no more and generally playing as stupid as he can get away with. He may be charming and funny and have an enviable way with women, but “That idiot Ivan” and “Ivan, you idiot!” are recurring jokes throughout the series, though he has on many an occasion shown glimpses of greater depths. When his cousin-with-the-very-different-approach Miles asks if he considers himself an innocent bystander, Ivan sighs, God knows I try to be.”

Ivan’s always a supporting character, though A Civil Campaign is partially from his point of view. But like all the best supporting characters, he never quite just supports. He intrigues and distracts the reader, inspiring questions and speculation and strong opinions.

Basically, Ivan has his own book!!!! 😀 😀 😀 And there’s more Vorkosigan Saga!!! 😀 😀 😀 But also, if you like really character-driven, character-centric series, consider picking up the Vorkosigan Saga even if you normally don’t care for science fiction. There are many possible starting points, and I’m happy to advise if you give some indication of your usual literary preferences, but they really have a lot more to offer than the covers or publishing company might suggest.

A side note for any pre-existing Vorkosigan Saga fans out there: yesterday I found out that I’m allergic to a class or two of sedatives and I have idiosyncratic drug reactions. (Well, yes, Kelsi and Lizzie probably could have helped them figure that out a bit faster, but somehow the dots didn’t connect that Benadryl = sedative until it was a bit on the late side.) Those phrases seemed vaguely familiar but it wasn’t until I was reading about CVA this morning that it clicked. Miles! At least I didn’t recite Richard III in its entirety, so my parents were spared what poor Duv had to endure….