Thursday, September 11, 2025

TV Review: Wednesday Season 2, Part 2

The Night of the Return of the Revenge of the Attack of Unresolved Mommy Issues

In season 1 of this show, Wednesday Addams solved a murder mystery and saved her school. At the start of season 2, she deals with her unwanted fame by doubling down on her lone genius act, thus antagonizing the allies she ought to be relying on when a new murderer comes to town. The season concludes by showing Wednesday the consequences of her arrogance and putting her on a path toward repairing her strained relationships.

The execution isn't the most elegant, a problem that the show had since the previous season, but the expanded focus on the supporting cast provides parallels to Wednesday's journey that help the clumsy bits of the plot work more smoothly. Wednesday's roommate Enid has been avoiding her first boyfriend because she's afraid of telling him she fell in love with someone else, an unstable situation that resolves with a serving of karmic irony. Their classmate Bianca has been suffering in silence under the blackmail of the new school director, who is forcing her to use her mind control powers to secure donations; her plight gets predictably worse as she continues to refuse to ask for help. And Wednesday's brother Pugsley has been coping with his loneliness by keeping a zombie as a pet, starting a series of events that come back to threaten his whole family for their unhealthy habit of keeping dirty secrets.

The theme is clear: we can't handle everything on our own, and keeping people in the dark only brings more complications. Wednesday herself is the most significant illustration of this idea. She received a psychic vision that said she would cause the death of Enid, and she keeps this information to herself because she underrates Enid's strength and overrates her own. Through the whole season, Wednesday's biggest flaw is her excessive self-reliance. With Enid, she learns of her mistake by literally walking in her shoes. With her mother, Morticia, it takes the rest of the semester. Wednesday has valid reasons to keep strict boundaries with her meddlesome parents, but when lives are at stake, she should admit that her mother is more versed in the occult arts and that there's a precedent of psychic mishaps in her family tree.

Motherly ties are a central axis of this season. Besides the difficulties between Wednesday and Morticia, the latter also has unfinished business with her own mother. Bianca's predicament revolves around keeping her mother away from the influence of a destructive cult. Tyler, the secondary villain of season 1, kills his substitute mother figure, only to reunite with his actual mother, with whom he has a big final fight after she schemes to (symbolically) emasculate him. Even Pugsley, by virtue of accidentally giving life to a zombie, gets thrown into a motherly role at which he fails repeatedly and catastrophically. And to the extent that a severed hand can experience mommy issues, Thing goes through a small identity crisis arc of its own when its original body reappears to reclaim it.

While the character-focused writing is more solid this time (and one always welcomes more scenes with the radiant goddess that is Catherine Zeta-Jones), the first season's bad habit of overcomplicating the plot comes back with a vengeance. The early episodes build up to what promises to be an important antagonist who soon turns out to be a red (-headed) herring and becomes far less interesting from then on. The mysterious flock of ravens that plague the first half of the season are given an underwhelming explanation before being removed from the picture. The cult that had trapped Bianca's mother makes a last-minute reappearance that feels out of nowhere. In total, we meet no less than six separate characters who at some point seem to be this season's Big Bad Boss. Our young heroes are kept so busy investigating and unmaking this tangle of conspiracies that it's no surprise that, once again, this show that is supposedly set in a school doesn't have scenes where they attend classes or do homework.

Finally, there's the issue with the characterization of the Addams family. The show doesn't know whether it wants to portray the Addams as endearing weirdos or heartless sociopaths, so when they join efforts to save one of their own, it's hard to buy that they truly love each other (at one point Wednesday suspects her family will be threatened, and coldly proposes to sacrifice Pugsley; shortly after, he does fall in real danger, and she forgets her own words and jumps to the rescue). Add to this incongruity the family's volatile way of choosing which deaths to care about, and what we get is a tonally scattershot story that is more interested in the spooky aesthetic than in the consequences of dealing with dark forces on a daily basis. You can either tell a silly absurdist comedy where casual cruelty is hilarious and random murders are background noise in the macabre goofiness that defined the '90s films, or tell a crime drama where people's feelings matter, death is taken seriously and family trauma weighs on the protagonists. Aiming for both is trying to have your ant-infested cake and eat it too.

Nerd Coefficient: 7/10.

POSTED BY: Arturo Serrano, multiclass Trekkie/Whovian/Moonie/Miraculer, accumulating experience points for still more obsessions.

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

TV Review: Washington Black

Slavery, steampunk, spirituality and science combine in a unique coming-of-age story about the search for knowledge and family connection

Washington Black is a steampunk-style adventure about Wash, a young Black boy trapped in brutal, violent slavery in 1800s Barbados, whose life is changed by his time with Titch, an idealistic but insecure inventor whose family owns the plantation where Wash is enslaved. The idea of a Disney-esque slave story may give viewers pause, especially with what initially seems to be a guilt savior trope in the premise of the story. However, Sterling K. Brown’s presence (behind and in front of the camera) grounds the story, as does the fact that the series is based on Esi Edugyan's gorgeous Booker Prize finalist novel of the same name. Ultimately, Washington Black is a story of self-determination, community, and creativity in the face of unimaginable odds.

The short, eight-episode series is primarily told in two timelines: childhood flashbacks and adult present in the life of the protagonist. George Washington Black, (wonderfully portrayed by Eddie Karanja), nicknamed Wash, is a ten(-ish)-year-old enslaved child on a brutal plantation in Barbados. He is cared for by Big Kit (Shaunette Renée Wilson), a sturdy enslaved woman who tells Wash stories of her/their original home in Dahomey. The slavemaster, Erasmus Wilde (Julian Rhind-Tutt), is particularly brutal in his abuse of the plantation slaves, leading some to commit suicide. But Kit tells Wash that if they die, they will wake up in their old home in the beautiful Dahomey.

Things change for Wash when Erasmus’s brother, Christopher Wilde (Tom Ellis), arrives at the family’s plantation to work on his invention of a flying machine. He takes an interest in Wash because the child is clever, and is the right size to balance his flying machine. When another plantation family member dies in Wash’s presence, Wash is falsely believed to be the killer, so Titch flees the island with him by using their newly created flying technology. Their journey takes them to many locales and dangerous adventures as Wash grows into a talented engineer and scientist. However, his relationship with Titch struggles under the pressures of their fugitive status and Titch’s own insecurities.

In the present timeline, Wash (Ernest Kingsley Jr.) is now a young man living under a different name in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He is mentored by Medwin (Sterling K. Brown), an older Black man who helps former slaves get to freedom and find their place in Halifax’s substantial and multicultural Black community, of which Medwin is the de facto leader. Wash meets Tanna (Iola Evans), a biracial young Black woman who is passing as white and traveling with her white scientist father (Rupert Graves). Wash and Tanna share an interest in science and are attracted to each other despite multiple barriers, including Wash being stalked by a relentless Javert-like bounty hunter (Billy Boyd) and Tanna being trapped in a forced engagement to William McGee (Edward Bluemel), a wealthy young British benefactor with his own strange secret.

There is a lot to like about the series, despite some shortcomings. The fantastical flying machines and other devices that propel the characters to their next adventure add a whimsical feel to the story, which is odd, given the grim premise. Throughout the show there is an appealing contrast and overlay of spirituality and scientific exploration, both of which require faith, imagination, and commitment from Wash. Additionally, we have a classic coming-of-age/journey narrative in the spirit of The Wizard of Oz or The Snow Queen, where Wash travels to new locations on his journey (from England to Dahomey, from the Caribbean to the Arctic) and meets interesting and supportive characters along the way. In particular, he encounters a new member of the African diaspora in each adventure, including a West Indian pirate queen and female warriors in Dahomey. Other important side characters include Gaius (in the past) as the observant, well-spoken, seemingly aloof house slave in Barbados who secretly keeps an eye out for the other enslaved people; and Angie (in the present), who is the sharp-tongued but kind maternal figure who runs the restaurant and who acts as an alternative to Wash’s original maternal figure Big Kit. The collection of diverse but connected characters adds to the fantasy folktale feeling of the story, as does Wash’s spiritual visits with the dead in the spiritual realm, and the implied mystical identity of Wash’s father.

On the other hand, many of the more central and grounded characters are introduced and then abandoned in the later episodes. This is particularly true of Medwin, who seems like a central character both in terms of the show’s narrative structure and in terms of his unwavering mentor relationship with Wash, particularly as an alternative to Titch and Titch’s insecurities. Tanna’s fiancé McGee is another key character whose surprising backstory is intriguing and highly entangled with Tanna and Wash’s relationship. However, he soon disappears from the plot with barely a one-sentence explanation. Tanna and Wash’s courtship progresses at a leisurely pace to the detriment of other key story elements, making the overall pacing of the story uneven, especially in the later episodes.

The abrupt and abbreviated treatment of many of Washington Black’s interesting characters and storylines indicates that a longer series might have created a more interesting exploration of the themes of racism, belonging, identity, betrayal, and scientific curiosity. Fortunately, the series has a satisfying ending that brings Wash’s tale full circle. Washington Black acknowledges the harshness of slavery and racism, but also opts to focus on relationships and optimism and to keep the onscreen violence moderate. This is in contrast to the novel, which has graphic content. As a result, the show is an intriguing confluence of adventure, romance, steampunk technology, and social commentary that is unique in contemporary storytelling and is certainly worth the journey.

Highlights:

  • Quirky steampunk tech
  • Interesting but underused characters
  • An exploration of slavery and racism and self-determination through a PG lens

Nerd Coefficient: 7/10.

POSTED BY: Ann Michelle Harris – Multitasking, fiction writing Trekkie currently dreaming of her next beach vacation.

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Film Review: The Conjuring: Last Rites

It isn't exactly scary, but it will appease fans looking for an emotional finale for their horror mom and dad

The first Conjuring movie (2012) is an absolute master class in dread, horror, and freaky vibes. It's not only my go-to spooky movie, it's also one of my favorite films just in general. The other movies in the Conjuring universe—the sequels and movies like The Nun and Annabelle—are kitschy at best, and they're ones I'll rewatch only occasionally. But the o.g. Conjuring is near perfect.

Flashforward to my anticipation of The Conjuring: Last Rites. It's meant to be the conclusion to this fictional film series based loosely on the investigations and experiences of famed paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren. I always take the "based on" with a grain of salt, as ghosts do not exist. The cinematic portrayal of them, however, is extremely likable. Patrick Wilson and Vera Farmiga are absolutely delightful as tortured ghost hunters, and their chemistry is palpable. It's rare that you see on-screen characters that seem to truly love each other, and Ed and Lorraine do just that.

What sets Last Rites apart from the other films in the franchise is that this movie is about them and their family, not the tortured families who happen to inhabit deeply possessed buildings and their paranormal struggles. Here, we're in the 1980s, and the Warrens' daughter, Judy, is starting to become embroiled in their investigations. Like her mother, she is also an empath and possesses psychic abilities. As the family becomes concerned when she gets engaged to her boyfriend, Tony, the family is pulled into another paranormal case—this time one that the Warrens first encountered decades ago.

The Smurl family lives in a coal-mining-soaked town in Pennsylvania, and their demon origin story begins with a haunted mirror, one that the Warrens have experienced before. It seems like the setup of every other Conjuring story, yet something is missing. The haunting that's taking place at the Smurl house is creepy, to be sure, but it never really feels threatening. The stakes never feel high. I think this could be because the house is small, and its neighbors are jam-packed around it—there's only about six feet between them. I have strong opinions on what houses work well within the haunted house trope, and these babies need room to breathe. They need at least a few acres or so, and they need isolation. It's why you'll never see a haunted studio apartment or a haunted beach condo. You need to be able to climb a staircase and feel absolutely alone, and hear echoes and shouts from across the building that you can't readily identify.

When it comes to the scares in The Conjuring: Last Rites, there are a couple of good ones, but nothing that stands out like the spooks in the original. You learn the routine pretty quickly: A character is alone, the music stops, and then you get a jump scare of some unidentified demon.

We never learn the backstory of the demons in the Smurl house, unlike the tortured witch Bathsheba in the original. I think this greatly detracts from the emotional heft of the haunting. Turns out the demons lived on the "land" that the house occupies, so the lore is downgraded, and you never feel any stakes. Also, unrelated: One day I will write a paper on haunted houses as a metaphor for working-class people and the failures of capitalism, but today is not that day. It will revolve around how even though a family feels physically threatened, being unable to afford a non-haunted house or even to escape the mortgage of a haunted house is truly the most horrific part of this beloved genre.

You do get Easter eggs throughout the film, however, so hardcore fans of the Conjuring universe will appreciate that. At one point, you see the evil doll Annabelle blown up to 15 feet tall in a scene that made me laugh more than anything else. Speaking of laughter, I saw this movie in 4DX, which is the interactive, shaking-seats-and-gusts-of-wind experience. It is not, in fact, interactive, and it mainly just made me laugh. It takes you out of the experience, especially when the man next to you is shaking and spilling popcorn in his seat.

I wanted very badly to love this movie, as I've mentioned before, because I've been chasing the high of seeing the first Conjuring since 2012. Perhaps it was lightning in a bottle, or maybe I've become so much of a horror movie cynic that I'm incapable of being truly scared. There are moments of true high camp in this, and I found myself laughing more than shuddering despite the multiple different pools of blood, demonic jump scares, and priests hanging themselves.

This movie does work as a denouement to the fictional Warren storyline, though. The characters of Ed and Lorraine, and now Judy, are good people, and you're always rooting for them to save another family, even when they're so ready to be retired. When the Warrens are faced with possession and death, the stakes suddenly become much higher. I did find multiple parts heartwarming, especially towards the end, when they look toward the future and a life without ghost-hunting. If you're not into sentimentality for these characters, you'll be extremely bored at multiple points.

Judy and her boyfriend are (seemingly) set up as perhaps the next generation of demon hunters, but I suppose time will tell. In the meantime, I will be watching the original Conjuring every spooky season like clockwork, when the leaves start to fall and the temps get a little chilly.

Nerd Coefficient: 6/10.

POSTED BY: Haley Zapal, NoaF contributor and lawyer-turned-copywriter living in Atlanta, Georgia. A co-host of Hugo Award-winning podcast Hugo, Girl!, she posts on Instagram as @cestlahaley. She loves nautical fiction, growing corn and giving them pun names like Timothee Chalamaize, and thinking about fried chicken.

Monday, September 8, 2025

Book Review: Hornytown Chutzpah by Andrew Hiller

A light, funny, and audacious novella that relies as much on screwball comedy as it does hard-boiled noir, with more than a dash of Manischewitz wine

Solomon, or Sol the Wise Guy, has a problem. He lives on the borders of Hornytown, which is an annex of Hell that has now popped up in the middle of D.C. He used to work for the police force, but now has gone private. It’s a classic noir setup, except the woman who comes to his office is a demon, and it might be that she actually didn’t kill the Mayor of Hornytown like she said she didn’t. Sol is going to have to load up on a lot of Manischewitz wine. And maybe even stronger stuff, like chicken soup, to deal with what’s arrayed against her... and now, him.

This is the story in Andrew Hiller’s novella Hornytown Chutzpah.

The novella runs on, and will succeed or fail for the reader, on the conceit that the Christian theology is correct, with a few twists. Satan clearly exists, and demons are a thing, and you can really lose your immortal soul or bargain with it. Consecrated food and drink really is your best defense. But Sol is not Catholic, not even Christian. He’s Jewish, so when he goes armed, it is not with holy water and communion wafers; it is with a water gun filled with blessed Manischewitz wine.

In keeping with that, the novella’s tone is a bold genre-splitting mixture of a few influences. First of all, it runs on noir movie beats that anyone who has watched a few of them will recognize. Sol is the classic private detective that you can recognize and love: former police officer, barely making rent, a cupboard existence at best. Enter the femme fatale who needs his help (which is a demon in this case) because no one else can help her. Urrie is depicted perfectly in the role, a demon who may not have actually done the murder that everyone has said she did, but can you actually trust a demon’s word on that? Sol is in over his head, and we are soon on the tracks of the noir story in classic fashion, and the author hits those beats. Of course the cops come immediately on Urrie’s heels, right out of a noir movie. After that, we are plunged into Sol and Urrie having to flee into Hornytown in an effort to clear her name and find out what really happened with the mayor’s death, and who really did it, and why. Sol gets reunited here and there with some old associates, some friendly, some hostile, some neutral, and begins his investigation in earnest. All streets will eventually lead to the Mayor’s residence and the revelation of the true circumstances of his death, but it follows noir beats all along the way.

In addition to the noir beats, there is definitely an undertone of sometimes screwball comedy to the proceedings. Again, keeping in the era that this story throws back to in many respects, this novella owes as much to His Girl Friday and Bringing Up Baby as it does to The Maltese Falcon or The Big Sleep. The novella is noir, but it plays a lot for laughs in a light and frothy tone throughout. Sure, we can believe that Sol and his friends are definitely in danger, but it is leavened frequently by strong notes of humor.

And then there is the tone that underlies it all, and really, is what will make this novella work for you or not. It is really the central conceit of the story. Hiller has written it from a strong Jewish perspective that feels a bit like a flanderized and deeply immersed version of NYC-style Jewish culture. I’ve already mentioned the wine, but it goes far deeper than that. Word choice, idiom, Yiddish phrases, and a perspective from entirely within that community prevail in the book from start to finish.

The first paragraph sets the tone for the entire book. Your reaction to this paragraph, in essence, will tell you whether this book could be for you or not. I suspect, given just how out of the usual bounds the novella is, that was precisely the point:

The sheyd passed by my mezuzah like it was a smoke detector without a battery. The furshlugginer thing was supposed to protect the first born, but my dime store tchotchke just blinked blissful ambivalence. Underneath my desk, my toes clenched and unclenched.

Really, what I have said to this point, and that paragraph, tells you whether this story is for you or not. There is a glossary at the end, written casually, to some of the terms and phrases and ideas. I didn’t need it myself, since I grew up in New York and had plenty of contact with the community and many of its members. You can’t live there and not pick up some of it. If you are truly confused, I’d still advise you to not look at the glossary before reading the novella, because it does in fact inadvertently spoil the ending.

Even for it being comedic noir, this worldbuilding the presence of someone who is religious and immersed in a culture that is not the default Christian culture of America¹ is an interesting and clever choice. I suppose you could write this story from the perspective of, say, a devout Italian Catholic, with holy water and communion wine and communion wafers, but it would not be as funny. Spraying holy water on a demon is something that happens all the time in fantasy with a Christian theology. Shooting a demon with a super-soaker full of blessed kosher wine is, as far as I can tell, never been done before in fantasy fiction.² For all of its comedy and playfulness, the novella really does have a strong message about doing good, doing right, and being a good person, regardless of one’s religious trappings. In keeping with that, the novella, I am happy to report, is queer-friendly and inclusive. I think the author may have missed a trick in not making Sol himself queer, but he is following the noir track between Sol and Urrie, so that would have defused and depowered their relationship significantly.

Hornytown Chutzpah, like a good noir movie, keeps the pace lean and mean and knows when to move the plot along so that the story doesn’t flag. Like a screwball comedy, it knows exactly when to hit the comedy beats and when to become more serious (although it leans more toward the former than the latter). And it knows when to hit you in the heart and soul, like a nice bowl of chicken soup from your Bubbe on a cold winter’s day.

At the time of the publication of this novella, it is being funded on Kickstarter.

Highlights:

  • Strong fusion of noir, screwball comedy and Jewish humor
  • Lean and mean; never overstays its welcome
  • For all of its origins, inclusive, modern and welcoming

Reference: Hiller, Andrew. Hornytown Chutzpah (Atthis Arts, projected 2026).

¹ I am not going to say Judeo-Christian, because, in my experience, many who use that phrase are piggybacking on the first part and only mean the latter in practice.

² It does feel like something Poul Anderson could have cooked up with Stainslaw Lem. About the only contemporary author I can think of that would even contemplate a scene like this is Lavie Tidhar.

POSTED BY: Paul Weimer. Ubiquitous in Shadow, but I'm just this guy, you know? @princejvstin.

Thursday, September 4, 2025

Book Review: Audition for the Fox by Martin Cahill

A fantasy story with hidden depths and nuanced contemplations of deeper subjects.


Martin Cahill’s debut novella, Audition for the Fox, has a premise that at first feels light and frothy and before cracking open the novella. The setup is that Nesi, who is a godblooded descent of one of the 99 pillars (gods) needs a divine patron in order to leave the temple she has lived all of her life (there are those who would capture and kill people like Nesi for their power, so it is non-negotiable that she can't leave the temple without such a patronage). There are 99 gods in the pantheon, and Nesi has had interviews/tests with 96 of them, and failed (in a funny bit, one of those is her own divine ancestor, Bison). So, if Nesi does not want to stay at the temple, or wait years and try auditions again, she has three choices, the God of Assassination, a God of Battle...and the God of Tricks, the Fox. Nesi decides on the last. And does she get an audition!

While the logline does say that she is thrown back 300 years in time when her homeland was occupied, that doesn’t quite show how dire Nesi’s position is, and how a god of tricks is far deeper than you might think. The novella opens us in a in medias res, and only gives us some background and establishes what is in the logline after Nesi is already in the deep end. Indeed, Nesi is back in the past, the past is not fixed, and yes, she could absolutely die here during the occupation.

Audition for the Fox, then, is a story that starts off as a story of survival, adaptation, and resistance. In that, instead of dealing with a relatively shallow god of tricks, Nesi and the reader find out just how complicated and complex Fox really is. Nesi asked for this trial, and Fox is not going to let her get out of it as easily as Fox’s brethren seemingly shrugged off her failures.

And it’s a story of belief and revolution, and resistance. This is not to say that there isn’t humor in it, but it is a far far more serious novella than I expected. I was going in to this thinking, even when the time travel was revealed, that this would be a much lighter fare than it actually is. The power of trickery to mildly befuddle an occupation, or showing a small light against the darkness of that occupation. And there is that, too but there are more and much deeper things going on here.

You see, the Wolfhounds of Zemin, in this era, are devotees of one god, the Wolf of the Hunt. The 100th God (which, yes, already made me start wondering right from the get go). They are the kind of monotheists who forbid, absolutely, the worship or respect of any of the other gods. Why the 99 other pillars do not intervene at all is not precisely clear, but given how hands-off Fox is once Nesi is going, there may be a timey-wimey effect here¹, or a reluctance to muck with the human world as the Wolf has done. One parallel I thought of, in contemplating this, is how little for so long the Maiar and Valar actually do anything to stop Melkor/Morgoth in rampaging across Middle Earth.

So, Nesi, babbling about the Fox in an era where such outward belief will get you punished, puts her on the radar of the occupying force. In turn, it makes her a leader, of a very small force, to commit small acts of resistance against the Zemin. As the story proceeds, then, Nesi realizes that while she can’t start the revolution against the Zemin alone (one that will take decades), but she can certainly be one of the first pebbles in the eventual avalanche. And it is recognizing that her potential is to do that, and in the precepts of the Fox, act on that, that is in the end the story of the novella.

So there is a lot more here too, in a tightly and sometimes to the brim novella Cahill writes to overflowing a bit in the book, I find this to be a feature. A fair chunk of this story and the worldbuilding are conveyed through stories within the narrative and the power of story (which clearly is something the Fox has in spades) is a central pillar (pun intended) of the novella. Fox tells some of their background through some of their encounters with other pillars. Nesi tells her story of some of her failed challenges. Fox addresses the reader and breaks the fourth wall. Cahill makes it clear that story alone can’t overthrow the Zemin and won’t (and also shows us how her people, the Oranoya, changed after the occupation, a “build back better” approach to their society in the wake of that authoritarian takeover), but story and narrative are important and central to Cahill’s narrative.

The novella also shows how authoritarianism is bad for the oppressors as well. We are introduced to a character, Teor, who is definitely not of the marching to victory type of Zemin. And yet, the society that he is in him is forcing and molding him into a shape, a design, an ethos that he himself does not want. Teor is a great example of how toxic empire can be to the denizens of the imperial system itself, as well as to the oppressed. Teor is shaped and molded to be an oppressor and is not allowed on his own to pursue his point of view and ethos. Part of Nesi’s ultimate arc is not redeeming him on her own so much as to show him that there is indeed another way of being.

I do have a criticism of the novella that I want to highlight here, for as much as I enjoyed it. It is something that broke my immersion a bit. As mentioned above, we have an invading and occupying force that is intent on universal conquest and universal devotion to the Wolf God. We are in a relatively isolated fortress far away physically from the main centers of their control in Oranoya and power. It’s a backwater, plain and simple. And while they do give a justification on why they hesitate to murder her, it didn’t sit with me, given what we see of the Zemin (see above, Teor). So it felt more likely to me that long before her grand and culminating strike against the Zemin, they would have had her killed or permanently imprisoned as a brutal example of what happens to resistance. Instead, she gets a series of lesser punishments, even when it is clear that she is a Troublemaker and probably should be dealt with harshly.

Aside from that concern, I found the nuance, depth and exploration of theme in Audition for the Fox to wipe away my changed expectations and draw me into a novella that has a lot of things to say about authoritarian systems and living under them that is unfortunately very relevant for today. With a richness to the worldbuilding and its approach to story, I highly enjoyed Fox and Nesi’s story. The story ends satisfactorily without any need for a sequel, a one-and-done story that will draw you in with its deceptively light premise, and leave you thinking much about authoritarianism, oppression and how to resist it--and the costs of that.

So this novella sits in a spectrum of recent books that clearly are playing in overlapping spaces. The epic fantasies of R R Virdi (The First Binding) are entirely about the power of story. The Spear Cuts Through Water by Simon Jimenez is theatrically staged. Much more recently, The Raven Scholar by Antonia Hodgson has a strong element of a trickster god manipulating events. Other works are exploring god spaces, the spaces of what telling story can and does do to a narrative, and, I will note, fighting authoritarian oppression or resisting it.

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Highlights:
  • A bright and delightfully playful cover...that belies the contents
  • Strong themes of resistance and fighting against oppression and authoritarianism
  • A powerful story that uses the power of story within it. 
  • A novella not from the 800 pound gorilla of novella publication and award winners and nominees.
Reference: Cahill, Martin, Audition for the Fox [Tachyon, 2025].  


¹ For the Fox, anyway, it's absolutely timey-wimey.(and I use that deliberately, given the grace note that the novella ends on). They know this past, has brought Nesi to it, and they are aware of the opportunity and possibility to change history (and not necessarily for the better). I do appreciate that it doesn’t feel like a stable time loop here, that what Nesi is doing is new and fresh and not just “playing out” something that is foreordained, which is true of a lot of time travel narratives. Nesi even calls them out on this and Fox responds that the future is NOT set in stone.

POSTED BY: Paul Weimer. Ubiquitous in Shadow, but I’m just this guy, you know? @princejvstin.

Wednesday, September 3, 2025

Realm of the Elderlings Project: The Tawny Man, Book 3: Fool's Fate

 Full of genderness, with a richness and depth that allows it to age into modern Discourse

It’s time, my friends. I've spoken about setting, plot, characterization, love, risk, desire, and how Fitz just can't catch a break, each time particularized to a specific book. And I could do the same here. I even took notes on the Fool's Fate-specific theme I wanted to discuss. But I think that I'd rather set that aside; because here, at the end of things, we finally have all the pieces in place to address a different topic. And so although the structure of this whole Realm of the Elderlings Project might lead you to believe that today's entry is about Fool's Fate, in fact it's more a retrospective over the nine books as a whole, all of which contribute to today's discussion: The Fool, and Gender.

What makes the Fool’s ambiguous, shifting gender work so well, I think, is the way all of the conversations in these books have aged  a very hard task in a domain as volatile as gender. Typically, ‘ageing well’ is used to describe works that express a value we now agree is the correct one, before other people were mainstreamly expressing that value. But the whole Fool + Gender tapestry does something different. Here, the same events and interactions were relevant to gender discourse Back Then are also relevant to gender discourse Today, but in a different way. They are sufficiently rich and textured and ambiguous that they can be interpreted fruitfully across decades of shifting landscapes.

To demonstrate, I'm going to explore three moments from three different books that hit some (but not all — oh, by no means all!) of the main discussion points.

 1. MisgenderingThe Fool is a woman and she is in love with you [Assassin’s Quest, pg 551]

Cover art by John Howe

This claim comes from Starling, and sets off a long sequence in which she insists that the Fool is a woman, and resolutely uses she/her for the Fool until Kettricken finally tells her to knock it off. Everything about this can be read in a way that engages fruitfully with sexuality discourse of the 1990s, and with gender identity discourse of the 2020s.

Today, this kind of claim in a modern book would immediately set off alarm bells about misgendering, so it can come across as a bit jarring how the Fool remains fully unbothered by something that is intricately intertwined with some very ugly attacks in modern discourse. 'What does it matter what she thinks?' he says. 'Let her think whatever is easiest for her to believe' (pg 634). Today, it matters an awful lot what someone thinks about your gender. Misgendering occupies a very specific cultural role, and when it appears in books it is there to elicit a very specific reaction. In non-awful books, misgendering is almost always either a symbol of intentionally malicious transphobia, or else represents the more insidious consequence of society’s insistence on gender-conforming expression and performance. It is not innocuous. It is not something to laugh off. In a modern book, the Fool’s willingness to disregard Starling’s behavior as a quirky bit of silliness would come across as some sort of attempt to minimize the very real problem of misgendering.

But this is not a modern book. It was written in the late 1990s, and the sorts of conversations we’re having now about misgendering simply weren’t as mainstream then. Starling isn’t malicious in what she’s doing by insisting that the Fool is ‘actually’ a woman. She’s not a representative of 2020s-era society’s refusal to respect gender identity. Instead, she’s representing a different kind of societal constraint: an unwillingness to respect queer love. She is absolutely all in favor of Fitz and the Fool getting together. And she's not wrong in her observation that the Fool is in love with Fitz. The Fool repeatedly tells Fitz that he is absolutely DTF should Fitz be interested; it’s just that he’s not only DTF. 

The problem with Starling’s behavior here is not her observations of the romantic potential between Fitz and the Fool. It rather arises from the fact that she represents lot of 1990s opinions about male friendships. If there is love and affection between two guys, the opining opines, it had better not have any sexual overtones. No homo, dude. And if the romantic indicators become too clear to disregard, then you’d better find a way to make it straight. The 1990s were a banner decade for girls dressing up as boys to have adventures, so it’s not a surprise (in the Doylist reading) that Starling draws on that same trope to straighten out what she sees between Fitz and the Fool. The Fool is a woman, and thereby can be in love with Fitz. It’s a silly, hopeless attempt to change something unchangeable; and the Fool treats it accordingly. 

Of course, any attempt to minimize society’s implacable cishet norms is not quite as harmless as the Fool makes it — hence the nagging concern that his reaction to Starling’s imposition of those norms on him trivializes the very real problem that she could be representing. Except, of course, that throughout the rest of this book, and the full Tawny Man trilogy, the Fool does retains a certain distaste for Starling. Is it simply jealousy, of how she can enjoy a sexual relationship with Fitz that is denied him? It could be. The Fool can be quite petty at times. But his dislike for Starling could also be read as a more unconscious reaction to her attempts to reinforce societal expectations of gender and sexuality.

It’s not clear. It doesn’t have to be clear. Hobb doesn't tell us what to think. She simply gives us the facts on the page. Starling misgenders the Fool. The Fool doesn't care for Starling. What you read out of that is a function of what you bring to the discussion; and that will change between 1998 and 2025. Regardless, however, Robin Hobb's readers are the smartest and most discerning and thoughtful of all readers, so the conversation that ensues cannot help but be smart and discerning and thoughtful. 

2. Trans vs. drag personae: Why must I truncate myself to please you? [The Golden Fool, pg 404]

Jacket illustration by John Howe
 

What makes the whole thing between the Fool and Starling even more interesting is that, in more than one way, she’s right. She's fully correct that the Fool is in love with Fitz, and although she's misgendering him, she's only doing it in the Six Duchies context. Elsewhere, in Bingtown, the Fool DOES have an identity that is female. As we learn in The Liveship Traders, the Fool is also Amber, and he is Amber in a way which seems to go beyond any kind of disguise. Amber is as real a person as the Fool is, and she is just as in love with Fitz as the Fool is. She uses Fitz's face as a model when she repairs Paragon, carving his features into the figurehead from her memory of his visage alone. Amber's got it bad for Fitz. And this discovery is the core of that awful rift between Fitz and the Fool in Golden Fool: Fitz learns about Amber, and starts to worry that the Fool he knows is another identity, no more real than Amber the woodworker in Bingtown, or Lord Golden the Jamaillian fuckboi in Buckkeep.

Fitz's discovery of the Fool's female-coded identity, and concerns over which one is 'real', can be related easily to modern discourses on transgender identity, just like the misgendering in Assassin's Quest. To the extent that anyone imagines one gender is less 'real' than another, that's just our resident dumbass Fitz. Certainly on the page Amber is never presented as anything other than a woman. And Fitz's reaction to learning about Amber has a lot in common with the furious, explosive rage that discovering a trans background can elicit in an ugly subset of our population (see the unpleasant history of the trans panic defense). We saw in Royal Assassin that Fitz does have a tendency to indulge in murderous rampages when he gets mad. It's uncomfortable to realize how much he has in common with those people who feel tricked or betrayed at discovering some intimate truth about a person, and persuade themselves that being denied access to those secrets justifies a violent response.

But to me, there’s another interpretation possible here. The Fool is not simply shifting his gender. He is not non-binary or gender fluid. He fully embraces whichever binary-coded gender he occupies at a given moment, and he is not gender fluid because when he shifts, he is shifting more than gender. He is shifting into fully distinct identities, with distinct skills and personalities, operating in separate spheres of his life. All of these facts are equally as important to the distinction of these personae as the fact that these personae have distinct gender expressions. 

And to me, that feels more like drag.

I'm going to phrase this next bit carefully, because neither trans identity nor drag culture are monoliths, and any statement I make will be inaccurate for a subset of individuals. Feel free to @ me; my social media usernames are at the bottom. But for now, here is my impression: gender transition is a change in the external expression of an identity. What was assigned at birth is left behind, and what replaces it is a new and entire person. This may not be the case for all transgender people, but it is the case for enough of them to have given rise to the term  'deadnaming': the old name, the old identity, is gone. It is dead. Long live the new.

By contrast, many people who do drag embrace a drag identity without rejecting their non-drag lives. So that brings us to the question that worries Fitz: which of the Fool's personae are ‘real’ and which are assumed? From what I’ve read about drag culture, I get the impression that this is not a simple question. An individual’s drag persona is not necessarily any less ‘real’ than the day-to-day mainstream counterpart. We’re always performing our gender  or our identity more generally  one way or another. Drag is what happens when that performativity is explicitly acknowledged, explored, and played with (Levitt et al 2018). This is why, when Fitz asks whether the Fool he has known and loved as his dearest friend is real, the Fool says, ‘You know more of the whole of me than any other person who breaths, yet you persist in insisting that all of that cannot be me. What would you have me cut off and leave behind? And why must I truncate myself to please you?’

The Fool is not one gender or another. He does not assume a gender solely as a stratagem in his travels. He is all the genders, because he is all the identities. He expresses one part of himself, or another, as the situation calls for it. And even if Fitz does know more of the truth of him than anyone else, still, even Fitz does not know all of him.

Then Fitz does his dumbassery and starts getting all het up about sex — which is a laugh, given how firmly the Fool told him not to confuse love with plumbing back in Assassin's Quest — and that lands us squarely into the realm of toxic masculinity.

3. Toxic masculinity: I let him take whatever comfort he could in the warmth and strength of my body. I have never felt less of a man that I did so. [Fool's Fate, pg 644]

Jacket illustration by John Howe

In the same way that the Fool's identity works as a commentary on sexuality, gender, and (in my opinion) drag, the arc of Fitz and the Fool’s relationship works really well as a commentary on toxic masculinity. The OED has citations for the phrase dating back 35 years, and judging from the quotes, not much has actually changed about this particular corner of gender discourse. Consider this example from 1990:

I speak of toxic masculinity as that which damages men, women, children and the earth through neglect, abuse and violence. We seek to overcome toxic masculinity, whose tools include homophobia, by recovering the deep masculine, which is playful, spontaneous, vital . . .

Fitz’s discomfort with the Fool’s love, and his repeated insistence on worrying about the sexual potential of such a relationship, is deeply homophobic. The Fool never asked him for any kind of sexual relationship. The Fool has always known that Fitz doesn’t swing that way, and respected that in their interactions. His flirting is mere playfulness, and doesn’t bother Fitz when it happens in private. Fitz only gets uneasy when other people start commenting on it, as they do when the Fool starts playing the libertine who indulges in all sorts of depravities with his manservant. But here’s the thing: the rumors that the Fool encourages in Buckkeep are not about the Fool and Fitz. They are about Lord Golden and Tom Badgerlock. They are rumors that serve a political fiction. Fitz is happy to accept that his role of Tom Badgerlock is assumed and distinct from his true self in every respect – except, crucially, when it comes to the possibility of who he sleeps with. Who cares if everyone in Buckkeep thinks Tom Badgerlock is being bedded by Lord Golden? Well, Fitz cares. Or more precisely, Fitz’s homophobia cares.

Consider a parallel with Nighteyes, Fitz’s Wit-bonded wolf. Fitz has always been willing to publicly deny Nighteyes’s identity. He calls him a dog. He treats him as a pet in public when he cannot pretend Nighteyes doesn’t exist. He will deny a sentient creature’s intelligence, relegating him to the status of a subservient animal, and accept that as a necessary fiction for the sake of not being lynched for being Witted.1 Ok, fine: needs must, avoid the noose. I get it. 

But you know what also will get him lynched? Being Fitzchivalry Farseer! His assumed identity of Tom Badgerlock is just as necessary for his survival as Nighteyes’s assumed identity as a dog. But where Fitz is willing to accept the dumb animal portion of that assumed identity on Nighteyes’s behalf – indeed, to insist upon it! To reinforce it with his own words and actions  nevertheless he cannot accept the ‘maybe sleeping with Lord Golden’ portion of Tom Badgerlock’s identity for himself, even when that acceptance means nothing more than letting other people gossip about it.

That’s toxic masculinity for you: it is easier to explicitly deny your best friend’s sentience than to let other people imagine you might not be fully straight.

Remember that horrible conversation in Golden Fool? The one where Fitz says, ‘I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never,’ and the Fool says, ‘We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever' ? 

That’s also toxic masculinity for you, perpetually obsessed with sex, seeing it as the sole role of women, and absolutely forbidden between men. Toxic masculinity is why Starling is uncomfortable interacting with the Fool when it becomes clear he has no interest in bedding her. Toxic masculinity is why Starling, upon realizing that the Fool is actually pretty good at listening to her confidences, must decide he's actually a woman, because toxic masculinity disallows nonsexual intimacy with men. And thus, toxic masculinity will look at a friend whose love is unwavering and true, who has shared with you more of himself than any other person who breathes, who knows you will never have any kind of sexual interest in him, and who has never asked it of you — toxic masculinity will look at that friend, and force a conversation to say, for the avoidance of doubt: No homo, dude

And that brings us to the end of this character arc, in which Fitz learns the Fool has died at the hands of the Pale Lady. Fitz stays in the Outislands to retrieve the Fool’s body from the icy caverns where he was flayed and tortured to death; he uncovers the secrets from the Rooster Crown to retrieve the Fool’s self from where it had fled when he died; he swaps bodies with the Fool2 so that the Fool does not need to be present in his ruined husk as Fitz takes on the agony of its damage and repairs it. All of these Fitz will do unthinkingly, because these actions  loyalty to comrades, rescue, and self sacrifice  are traditionally masculine acts.  At any point in his life Fitz would probably have done these things, if not for the Fool, then for Molly, for Nighteyes, or for Verity. Has already done something similar, actually: he accepts his own dose of tortured-to-death for Verity’s sake in Royal Assassin. Fitz has always been pretty strong on the traditionally masculine virtues. The reason I keep calling him a dumbass is because emotional intelligence is not included in that category.

So the moment that stuck with me in the years since I last read this, the culmination of Fitz’s character arc that I was looking forward to rereading, is not any of that. Instead, I waited for that moment after the rescue, the body swapping, the mechanical repair of injuries. Because in addition to the physical recovery comes the emotional toll. This scene is the middle of the night, when the Fool wakes, tortured by the remembered agonies he endured, and Fitz takes him in his arms and holds him, giving love and comfort. This is what toxic masculinity disallows; and that is what Fitz must overcome to be the kind of friend the Fool needs him to be. For all that the Fool openly admits he would not decline a sexual relationship with Fitz ('I set no boundaries on my love. None. Do you understand me?' [The Golden Fool, pg 404]), he nevertheless understands that intimacy can exist without it. Only by decoupling this knee-jerk association between intimacy and sex that runs through the heart of toxic masculinity can Fitz properly realize the closeness that has always been present between him and the Fool, and never feel less of a man for doing so.



1 Let us take a moment to appreciate the construction of these taboos in this book. The Wit is something shameful, to be hidden and indulged in only in private, or in the safety of hidden subcultures, which develop their own norms and customs, where Old Blood is recognized as something not only harmless, but beautiful and natural. Outside that culture, however, it’s all Oh, Nighteyes? We’re just . . . very good friends. You know, as a man and a dog are in the usual way. Dogs: man’s best friend. Really we’re just friends. And roommates. Best friends and roommates. So, in Hobb’s incomparable richness of characterization, Fitz serves as a commentary on homophobia in two orthogonal ways: both in the text, with his own explicitly homophobic actions, and in the subtext, where he must exist as a queer Witted man in a society that abhors queerness the Wit.

2 Fitz’s body really does seem to be kind of the town bicycle in this series. Verity has a ride in Assassin’s Quest, and now, in the very same quarry of black memory stone, the Fool is taking it for a spin of his own


References

Hobb, Robin. Assassin's Quest [Voyager, 1997]. 

Hobb, Robin. The Golden Fool [Voyager, 2002].

Hobb, Robin. Fool's Fate [Voyager, 2003]. 

 Levitt, H.M., Surace, F.I., Wheeler, E.E. et al. Drag Gender: Experiences of Gender for Gay and Queer Men who Perform Drag. Sex Roles 78, 367–384 (2018). https://doi.org/10.1007/s11199-017-0802-7 

Oxford University Press. (2023). Toxic masculinity, n. In Oxford English dictionary. Retrieved September 1, 2025, from https://doi.org/10.1093/OED/7276139079 

CLARA COHEN lives in Scotland in a creaky old building with pipes for gas lighting still lurking under her floorboards. She is an experimental linguist by profession, and calligrapher and Islamic geometric artist by vocation. During figure skating season she does blather on a bit about figure skating. She is on Mastodon at wandering.shop/@ergative, and on Bluesky at https://bsky.app/profile/ergative-abs.bsky.social



Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Manga Review: Before You Go Extinct

An incisive, heartfelt plea for the worth of useless actions

It's usually bad manners to make the review about the reviewer, but this time I'll ask for your indulgence, because this book has touched me on a very personal level. Because my parents had no imagination, they made me study for a business degree. Out of the options they could afford, that one sounded to me like the most dreadful. I melted in hopelessness every time I envisioned what kind of life I would have with that degree, burning my few decades of fresh vigor on this Earth for the Dark Art of transmuting money into more money. I would have given an arm and a leg to study history. Or cinema. Or psychology. Or archaeology. Gosh, how I dreamed of archaeology. But my parents' choice was incontestable, supported by their totally scientific method of reading the classified ads in the newspaper and taking note of which jobs were the most demanded. Their guiding principle, for their lives as well as mine, paid no heed to what was interesting to do, but to what stove off destitution. With a business degree, they promised, the rest of my life would be guaranteed. I tried many times to make them see that that wouldn't be a life worth living, but they didn't even have that concept. So I never let them know, because they didn't deserve to know, how much of my twenties was spent wanting to die.

All those ideas, about the seductiveness of the death drive, about the socially transmitted imperative to not do anything unproductive, about the anxiety that comes with the awareness of our finitude, about the fascinating nature of wasted time, about the tragedy of uncritically accepting a set lifepath, about our need to express a personal meaning in ways that reach beyond practicality, about the unacknowledged extortion that biological urges commit against our freedom, about the emptiness of mere survival, about time's perverse joke at our expense came cascading over me while reading Takashi Ushiroyato's collected manga Before You Go Extinct.

The plot is an extended philosophical dialogue held across six reincarnations between a soul that has bought into the game of animalistic survival, and thus eschews what seems useless, and a soul that safeguards its little private dignity by perfecting some or other pastime as a vehement yet futile protest against a universe that isn't listening. The genius element in this story is that it's told with talking animals. For us humans, the truism that we must create our own meaning has through repetition lost some of its impact. But we still think of animals as beings that exist primarily to obtain food and reproduce; to use their voices lends more impact to the message that we shouldn't feel compelled to abide by the ancestral template that prescribes birth-growth-breeding-death.

For added rhetorical effect, the animals we follow in this story belong to endangered species. These characters think of mortality in terms that exceed the dimension of the personal: every Hawaiian crow, every Japanese otter, every New Zealand kakapo that dies is a cosmic loss. The obligation to obtain food and reproduce nags at them like a ticking bomb, but the plot leads them, in each of those lives, to notice that they don't have to comply with that obligation. There's more to being alive than staying that way. Being a free person implies that you aren't required to find food and reproduce, even if your species depends on it.

We're introduced to a cute, murderous penguin who has figured out that penguins are disappearing, so he decides he may as well speed up the process. The point of this chapter isn't how a penguin manages to acquire dynamite and machine guns; it's why he doesn't kill his roommate, whose way of protesting against the future is to take care of a small rock (which is something real penguins sometimes do when they can't have an egg). In their next life, they're crows debating what's the point of honoring the dead if neither the dead nor the living get any benefit from it (spoiler: benefit is not the point). In their next life, they're otters captured by a circus who rebel against its system that assures their sustenance in exchange for obedience. In their next life, they're another species of otter, torn between fun and responsibility. In their next life, they're kakapos with a passion for music, learning that their song isn't wasted just because it doesn't attract a mate. And in their next life, they're penguins again, this time literally the last two, a parent and an adopted chick, and in their conversations they admit that parenthood isn't inherently heroic. Throughout that journey of spiritual discovery, they're accompanied by their favorite rock, a clear symbol of the useless things that nonetheless we defiantly choose to value.

The implied punch of this story, one comes to realize, is that it was written by a Japanese creator. Before You Go Extinct isn't just a rebuke of longtermism and its mandate to sacrifice the actual for the potential, but more specifically a response to the cultural panic over the demographic shift that is going on in Japan. Governments are treating depopulation as an existential threat that must be countered, but this book makes the case that it's fine if that happens. There's no law of the universe that says your nation has to exist. But rather than a flat "don't have kids," the book proposes that having kids (or not) is a choice that only has meaning if you make if for your own reasons, and you should be honest with yourself about having those reasons instead of pretending it's the natural or patriotic thing to do. To put it in Kantian terms, it's evil to make children exist if they're instruments of someone else's goals, like in this case state goals. And on a more individual level, it's evil to willingly turn yourself into an instrument of a system.

It's a curious feeling to read Before You Go Extinct and notice the usual devices of humorous manga in the middle of hard conversations about what's the point of living (spoiler: having a point is not the point). All the animals are adorable to look at, even while they're enduring full-body burns or driving an armored tank or rehearsing their own funeral or remembering a dead friend's love for ball juggling. That aesthetic choice is a statement by itself: the most hurtful experiences don't negate the possibility of finding beauty. Note that I didn't say finding purpose, or even finding meaning. Those are nice to have. But if you're serious about refusing to be an instrument, finding some beauty, gloriously useless beauty, shall be enough.

Nerd Coefficient: 9/10.

POSTED BY: Arturo Serrano, multiclass Trekkie/Whovian/Moonie/Miraculer, accumulating experience points for still more obsessions.

Reference: Ushiroyato, Takashi (author), Abiko, Kanato (illustrator), Tejima, Yuki (translator), Grandt, Eve (letterer). Before You Go Extinct [Kodansha, 2025].