I’m not sure how Becky Chambers does it, but in such a compact little book, she built a world that was at once familiar and very new.
I was once again just amazed at the breadth of women involved since the beginning of bicycle, and the constant battles they faced just to be able to ride.
It was a really quick read and gives short descriptions of different women, throughout the whole life of the bicycle. It’s definitely not an in-depth history, and that is really it’s main fault. I wanted to know so much more than the one or two women every few decades who did something interesting.
While the book annoyed me occasionally (usually the post-modern trips over words and language), it did me the utmost service of bringing my attention to these wonderful women.
I thought it was a short story collection, but really it was two stories.
A Desolation Called Peace is the sequel to the immensely satisfying A Memory Called Empire. How I describe the series to other people is basically diplomatic science fiction.
This felt very much like the companion to Battling the Gods, but rather than talking about non-religious beliefs it is about the crushing wave of Christian thought drowning out pagan beliefs
What I appreciated from a historian’s point of view is where he pointed out “we don’t really know” or where there were competing historical interpretations
The sequel finds the Battalion Des Morts split up, half in England and half in France, trying to undermine their enemies and rescue Olympe.
She, through a series of events, ends of the translator to Ampersand, an alien who is looking for a group of aliens who ended up on Earth 40 years previously.