Book Review: The Raven Scholar by Antonia Hodgson

An epic fantasy that provides new twists and avenues for familiar genre conventions

Class and social distinctions. Longstanding grudges and plans within plans. Unusual use of point of view, including an effective omniscient and at first unexplained points of view. Strong grounding in personal relationships. Unexpected revelations.

These are the themes and tropes of Antonia Hodgson's The Raven Scholar.

The bare bones of the story, laid out, would not seem out of place in a lot of fantasy novels. The whole idea of a "country mouse" going to the city and trying to thrive there against all odds is one that goes back at least to the Roman Empire, and probably a lot earlier, too. Our titular Raven Scholar, Neema Kraa, is just that.

But the novel keeps us off balance right from the beginning. Neema is a side character for the opening of the book, and in fact does not appear in that opening or seems to have any importance, at first. The opening revolves around a mother and her two children under the equivalent of house arrest since the father led a bloody insurrection. The Emperor gives the male child a choice, and sets off a chain of events that runs through the center of the book. The female child undergoes a slow and painful death, the male child trains to try and succeed the Emperor, and our titular Raven Scholar is summoned to give a historic flourish to the decision.

Jump forward in time, and our Raven Scholar is a member of the court, although she is far more interested in her studies than courtly intrigue. Intrigue finds her, however, and by twist and turns, and unwilling response, she finds herself in a deadly competition to succeed the Emperor. The fact that her friend (and perhaps more than a friend) is also in this competition only heightens matters. And Neema is keeping secrets… as is everyone else in this competition and this court.

All this, with Neema trying just to do House Raven credit in the competition and not discredit it with a bad performance, would make for an effective and interesting novel. There are plenty of interesting and often tangled secrets, lies, betrayals, alliances and conflicts among the participants to succeed the Emperor (the Emperor is a selected, term-limited position). Even the backstory and secret intrigues that Neema and the reader are only slowly made aware of are part and parcel of what would normally be a fine and upstanding fantasy novel, one worth recommending if one likes the intrigue and schemes of a "deadly decadent court".

In addition, we get a novel that nearly bursts at the seams with rich worldbuilding detail. We learn a tremendous amount, fed to us in a steady stream, of the scheming Houses, long-standing social tensions, history, philosophy, literature and more of this world. While the action really is restricted to mainly one island where the Emperor lives, the world beyond that island feels visible, tangible and real.

And then there are the characters. We start with Neema, our titular Raven Scholar, our country mouse turned city mouse and dumped into the deep end, but her history and background turn out to be more complex than first indicated. This is also true (and sometimes surprising even to themselves) of all the contestants, the Emperor, and several secondary characters. Many of them have full-fledged character arcs, or the appearance of same: they hew and defy their Houses, and they are remarkably three-dimensional and human, uniformly. These are the kind of people you can imagine meeting for dinner and really having a sense of how they'd act. (looking at you, Cain! (but not JUST the scion of the Fox)).

The best way the novel handles this is in the trials and competition. The competition to become the next Emperor proceeds by a series of bouts and trials, one for each of the Houses. We get a sense of the characters from how they do in the trials… but also in the design of their own trials for the others. (One does not participate in their own trial, of course.) How Cain and the Foxes see the world and really are is seen in the Fox Trial, and Neema's Raven Trial is also illuminating, but even something like the Ox Trial shows that the steady and patient Oxen (including our Ox trial participant) are NOT the simpletons and fools that the rest of the Empire makes them out to be.

But where this novel really shines is in the extra it brings. The novel feels like it is in the tradition of a stratum of fantasy novels and stories in a mode that Jenn Lyons's A Chorus of Dragons series did not invent, but certainly is a strong and striking example of. The novel uses unusual points of view (including omniscient ones and ones whose provenance and nature are not explained at first) to give a wide kaleidoscope of what is going on. The novel sometimes feels like a slowly emerging picture from a jigsaw puzzle. Certainly, with a murder mystery on tap, that was going to be baked in, regardless. With all the moving pieces of the various factions, plots and plans, that was going to be the case. But the unusual and extra point of view lets the reader have more of a sense of what is going on than even the biggest characters, and with the social and literary commentary on the proceedings from within the world, The Raven Scholar really comes together as a stunning example of the form. It's on the low end of true doorstoppers (650 pages or so), but with all that is in here on offer, it feels longer still.

R. R. Virdi's Tales of Tremaine also sits in the same space as the Lyons series and what Hodgson is doing here in The Raven Scholar, as well. The slightly metafictional commentary on the nature of the story, as well as the stories within stories that all three series employ, seem to be part of a genre conversation on the nature of story that has always been there,¹ but has been getting more of it lately. Writers like Hodgson, Virdi, and Lyons are interrogating fantasy stories on multiple levels by using these sorts of devices.

I say, then, though, that The Raven Scholar is not a "101 book" for genre readers. If you have never read a fantasy novel in your life, starting your fantasy reading here is probably going to be an exercise in frustration and confusion.² Or at the very least, you won't get as much mileage out of the book as if you had already read some fantasy novels and were ready for the usual tropes and devices to be deployed and subverted.³ But if you are ready for that gear shift, The Raven Scholar is here as an excellent new book to explore this region of genre space.

Highlights:

• Complex, complicated and intriguing epic fantasy
• Excellent set of characters
• Doorstopper: feature, not bug

Reference: Hodgson, Antonia. The Raven Scholar [Orbit, 2025].

¹ Take Scheherazade as an example. Or even The Odyssey, which has a lot more of Odysseus recounting things than you'd think. In fact, the whole bit about the Trojan horse is from the Odyssey, NOT the Iliad.

² The older science fiction model that comes to mind here is Dune (and whether or not Dune is really SF or just fantasy in SF garb is a whole other essay). But the points of view, the deep dives into character, the literary history, the framing of the Dune story, the subversion of tropes (sometimes so subtly that too many people don't even realize they are being subverted) are things that readers who have not read much SF can entirely miss.

³ In a different way, the metafictional books Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan and How to Become the Dark Lord and Die Trying by Django Wexler are doing that subversion, but from a much punchier populist angle rather than a literary one.

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

On the cop movie spoof in the age of ACAB

When Frank Drebin Jr. saves the day, what is actually being saved?

Back when I was an impressionable elementary schooler, I saw the first Michael Bay Transformers film with my dad, and I remember being struck that this time around, the robot that turned into a police car is evil. The men and women in blue uniforms and caps who drive cars with sirens have fallen from the heroic status they held in the 20th century, and we now focus not on the uniforms or the cars, but on the guns they have on their belts, and the wide variety of ways they know how to kill people. As such, the very idea of the original Naked Gun trilogy, and the Police Squad show before it, feels like something out of an allegedly more innocent time (although the likes of Bull Connor would probably disagree), a quainter, more naive time.

When the decision was made to make The Naked Gun for release in 2025, it was to be made and released in a country that has had massive unrest over police violence. More and more Americans do not look up to cops, but fear them. As such, to portray the police as the heroes in a spoof movie will read differently than when Zucker, Abrahams, and Zucker made the original Police Squad show.

To get the most pressing question out of the way: this movie is hysterically funny. It’s very much a modernized version of those old spoof movies where, if you don’t like one joke, the writers are banking on the prospect you may like one of the four other jokes occurring within the next minute. It’s that density of comedy that really saves the original trilogy for a modern viewer, as perhaps one in five jokes (and frankly that is being charitable) are hideously offensive by modern standards (one particular reveal in the third movie taking the crown for single most offensive joke in the franchise). There is a series of gags involving an infrared camera that, while not particularly offensive to anyone, are possibly raunchier than anything in the original trilogy. That density is preserved here, as the film is crammed with funny background events and a conga line’s worth of one-liners.

Liam Neeson is doing a Leslie Nielsen impersonation through all of this, and he is very good at it. What made Nielsen so good in his role as Frank Drebin Sr. was that he was capable of saying, and responding to, completely absurd horseshit with a completely straight face. Neeson is very similar, capable of making absurd Sex and the City references or questioning the use of a certain slur in an old song in a manner that sounds very earnest. Neeson sells Frank Drebin Jr. as a man who has no idea that what he’s saying is complete nonsense. In the younger Drebin’s mind, his responses are perfectly rational, and he is the rational man in an irrational world.

The basics of the plot are ripped from 2014’s Kingsman: the Secret Service, involving a sonic frequency that makes people kill each other. The villains here are what Naomi Klein and Astra Taylor described as ‘end times fascists,’ wishing to see an end to human civilization so that they can make a new world atop its ashes. They feel like Musk- or Thiel-style technofascists, a clear departure from the villains in the original trilogy, whose aims were far more down-to-earth, relatively speaking. Since we live in a world that feels like it’s careening ever quicker into a dystopian future, this movie is the first time that the series gets openly science fictional.

That swerve into science fiction is one way that this film shows its origins in this century; a subtle shift in the characterization of Frank Drebin, and by extension Police Squad as a whole, is another. In addition to thinking that the completely ridiculous is completely normal, Neeson’s Drebin is portrayed as a violent asshole, going by several of the jokes. When he urgently needs to use the restroom, he fires a gun at the ceiling to get a crowd out of the way between him and a toilet in a coffee shop. Before doing that, he let a speeding driver get away with a warning. This Drebin is actively destructive to human life and property in a way that Nielsen's Drebin never was. He is, if not racist in his heart of hearts, happy to admit that his violence disproportionately affects people of color. One particularly memorable background gag in Police Squad headquarters has an officer escorting away some crying children while he holds their confiscated lemonade stand around his arm. The question eventually has to be asked: does Police Squad do anything other than terrorize innocent people?

It’s subtle, and easy to miss given the rapid-fire comedy, but this film portrays Police Squad as at best completely useless, and is very aware of the myriad problems of contemporary policing. Police Squad is filled with cowboy cops—the sort of cowboys that massacred Natives. I’m reminded of Peter Moskos’s book Cop in the Hood, his memoir of taking a job with the Baltimore police department to do anthropological work on policing. He says that most cops that he knew were not committed racists; the violence they meted out affected Black people disproportionately because of the broader structural inequalities of American society rather than any particular animus as individuals. But it’s not intent, but impact, that matters, and these cops, Frank Drebin Jr. foremost among them, are terrorizing the streets of Los Angeles like the imperial enforcers from which American police have drawn so much. They rampage around the city with impunity (for them, punishment for police misconduct warrants a pool party) and have brought the war home. In another world, Frank Drebin Jr. could be a particularly dim-witted officer of the Philippine Constabulary, brutalizing a people white Americans called the n-word. It was a service that attracted brutes, and this version of Police Squad acts that way.

[An aside—if you want to read more about imperial influence on policing, I recommend Julian Go's Policing Empire, Matthew Guariglia's Police and the Empire City, Alfred McCoy's Policing America's Empire, and Radley Balko's Rise of the Warrior Cop.]

Frank Drebin Jr. ultimately saves the day, as he was bound to do, fighting the villain outside of Ponzischeme.com Arena. It is telling that the only dangerous crime anyone actually stops in this movie is one that threatens the interests of the rich and powerful. He does so with the cooperation of his love interest, who makes up fictional stories and sells them as true crime, thereby saving Police Squad’s funding, after the Spirit Halloween banner had already been hung up on its building. Earlier in the film, it is shown that Police Squad is rank with nepotism, where the son of Nordberg heavily implies that his father (portrayed in the original trilogy by O. J. Simpson) committed crimes similar to that of his actor. The whole enterprise, the whole concept of policing, and indeed contemporary American society are all immersed in a slimy morass of corruption and theft.

Police abolitionists argue that policing, as an institution, does not solve crime, nor prevent crime, but rather punishes crime, to the detriment of the aforementioned. They often insist on referring to the American legal system, rather than the American justice system, as it is designed to execute laws rather than to pursue any real form of justice. Looking at the movie from this lens, the ultimate joke of The Naked Gun is justice in America, and the punchline is: “Justice? What justice?”

POSTED BY: Alex Wallace, alternate history buff who reads more than is healthy.

Film Review: Weapons

The director of Barbarian brings us another scary-as-hell, deeply unsettling horror film—this time about an entire classroom of children that goes missing in the middle of the night

Zach Cregger of Barbarian fame has a new movie out, and I purposely went into it not knowing a single thing about it. Over the past few weeks, I was goaded on by several friends-of-friends in the Atlanta film industry who kept hyping it up. Fun fact: Tons of things are filmed in Georgia because of generous tax benefits, so you'll often see movie set signs around town on any given day.

If you've seen Barbarian, you probably know what you're in for with a Cregger film, and if you haven't seen it, let's be honest: Weapons—in all its gory, stomach-churning, and dread-inducing glory—probably isn't on your radar.

Still reading? Okay, good. It's just us horror besties now. And if other folks are still here, I'll try my damndest to convince you to see it.

The premise is simple: One night, at 2:17 a.m., 17 children from the same elementary school class run out of their respective houses and vanish into the night without a trace. Their parents are distraught, the community is reeling, and the teacher and sole surviving student are questioned thoroughly. Is it aliens? Is it a monster? The absolute seeming impossibility of something like this happening is what gets you hooked.

This is where things get a little interesting for your average horror movie. Instead of the usual flow of spooky events → big bad reveal → thrilling denouement, Cregger breaks up the narrative into character-focused chunks. He's mentioned in interviews he was inspired by the fragmented storytelling in Paul Thomas Anderson's epic film Magnolia and Jennifer Egan's novel A Visit from the Goon Squad.

Everything's connected, of course, and each vignette brings you closer to understanding what's really going on, all without spoiling it too early. It's a fine line to toe, but Cregger manages to balance everything for the first two-thirds of the movie. Up until the final act, it actually feels less like a horror film and more like a thriller/procedural. You can tell something is definitely not right in this town, but there are only tiny glimpses of supernatural things—and maybe even those are red herrings. If nothing else, this film is a testament to the importance of locking your car doors (the haircut scene in the front seat gave me chills).

Everything changes, though, when we meet Gladys. Gladys, the 2025 Longlegs-esque villain that I guarantee will be all over DragonCon and Halloween costumes this year.

I love an old evil crone stereotype, and with Gladys, we get it in spades. From the chopped-up Chappell Roan wig and lipstick-smeared-around-the-lips grin to the bald horror of seeing her wigless, she's frightening. And the best part? Gladys is played by Amy Madigan, who you probably recognize from Uncle Buck and Field of Dreams.

With her arrival, we also get the backstory to why all the children disappeared, and it's absolutely wicked. Alex, the only boy who didn't disappear from his class, lives with his perfectly normal parents. One day, he finds out that his great-aunt Gladys will be coming to stay with his family. Very quickly, she hypnotizes the parents so they're in a trance, with Alex forced to feed them soup to keep them alive. This sounds weird, but the way it's depicted on screen is absolutely terrifying.

Turns out, Gladys is some sort of witch, and she was trying to steal the mother and father's energy to regain her youth. Or heal herself. It's not 100% clear.

When that doesn't work, she realizes she needs the big guns, so she dispatches Alex to collect talismans from the kids in his class. At 2:17 a.m. that night, they exit their homes and make their way straight to the basement, where Alex is forced to feed them soup as well. The best performance in this movie is actually this little boy being forced to deal with inhuman levels of evil while keeping a perfect poker face for both the school and his enemy/great-aunt/kidnapper Gladys.

It becomes apparent that it's a classic witch-stealing-the-youth-and-vigor-from-little-kids trope, but the twist is in how she does it. She can literally turn people into weapons, heat-seeking creatures who can attack other people until they drop dead. She can also get them to hurt themselves, as we see numerous times with various sharp objects that make you cringe.

Weapons' climax is where folks will lock in. It's easily one of the most bananas endings I've seen in a long time in a theater, and it was clear everyone else in the theater felt the same way.

Alex manages to outsmart Gladys and uses her black magic against her, resulting in the 17 missing kids breaking out of the basement and racing after her through the houses and backyards of their neighborhood. The chase is chaotic, intense, and incredibly violent—it is also clearly inspired by the chase scene in Point Break with the surfer gang. (I definitely wasn't expecting this movie to reference a Keanu Reeves flick when I walked in.)

The film ends with the 17 tiny children mobbing the evil Gladys and physically ripping her to shreds in a few seconds of gore that made my stomach turn. To be fair, she deserved it. But I can't stop thinking about the extra trauma these kidnapped kids now have on top of being placed in a trance and trapped in a basement for weeks.

While reading about other people's takes on Weapons, I noticed some are leaning into it as a metaphor for school shootings, and how when kids die, the community looks to place blame somewhere. In the film, the community becomes enraged at the children's teacher, assuming she planted the seed of their disappearance and is hiding what actually happened.

I don't think it's that deep. I think it's the tale of collateral damage around a horrific supernatural force hell-bent on saving her own life at any cost. Personally, that's the way I like my horror movies.

Also, the scene with the potato peeler is going to be etched in my brain forever.

Nerd Coefficient: 7/10.

Bonuses: Julia Garner from Ozark is fantastic as the school teacher; watching possessed kids bomb Naruto runs in the middle of the night was a little hilarious.

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.

Book Review: Time's Agent by Brenda Peynado

You can't just stuff your problems in a pocket

Everywhere you go, there are places that feel like they would lead to another world. For me, it was one hallway in the middle school I went to that had a sign that said it was off-limits for students (I eventually found an excuse to go down it, and it ended up on the upper level of seats for the school’s rather large auditorium—prosaic, sure, but nothing makes a teenager want to do something more than being told not to do that thing). For many of us, these are backrooms, gas stations, airports, and places that you expect simply to pass through, never lingering there. It is this human impulse that Brenda Peynado stretches out in her novella Time’s Agent, published in 2024 by Tor.com.

Time’s Agent is set in a near-future Dominican Republic, where capitalism lumbers ever longer and teeters on the edge of collapse but never actually gives the satisfaction thereof. In this future, humanity has figured out how to access ‘pocket universes,’ other planes of existence that have different sizes and different rates of the passage of time. Since it is the nature of capitalism to enclose the commons, as was done to common lands in Europe in the early modern period, its forces march inexorably into these pocket universes and use them to suck ever more value from not only the pocket universes, but from the people who are sent to them.

Peynado spends a lot of time showing just how these pocket universes are exploited. It is common for the poor to do backbreaking agricultural labor in a universe where time flows much faster than in ours; they enter in their twenties and come out in their sixties when only a few days have passed in our world. It bears mentioning that the benefits of pockets are not only for the wealthy, as others have become wealthy by selling pockets to the poor; some parents use the pockets as cribs to put their children in while they work, while students at university use them to study for exams while saving time in the present.

A small thing that Peynado does that I liked is the distinction between how time passes in the main world versus time as experienced by a person in a pocket dimension, such as the farm workers mentioned in the previous paragraph. The very concept of different time streams accessible to a society can wreak chaos on how we usually reckon somebody’s age. I kept making mental comparisons to Isaac Asimov’s 1955 novel The End of Eternity, where time travelers have to keep up with what Asimov calls ‘physiotime,’ a straightforwardly useful concept I am surprised more writers haven’t made off with. I have no idea if Peynado has taken a page from Asimov (the concept strikes me as obvious enough for someone to derive independently; indeed it was something I had thought about before I read the Asimov novel) but, being the massive nerd I am, I noticed the similarity.

And as with all new discoveries and all new inventions, the powers that be will use them in one way, and the downtrodden and marginalized will find their own uses. Such are your main characters: a lesbian couple, one of whom is of Haitian heritage (Haitians are very much a marginalized group in the Dominican Republic). In the early days of the exploration of pocket universes, they both belonged to a scientific institute whose investigations of the new phenomena are humane, even humanistic. They are rudely thrown out when the institute is commandeered by the sort of vulture capitalist that destroys anything good in the world, and through shenanigans related to pocket dimensions, find themselves hurled decades into the future, where the enclosure of the pocket commons is complete.

There’s a heavy throughline of loss in this novella. The two main characters had a daughter, but they lose her, and one of them tries to ‘resurrect’ her in a hamhanded way that bears the hallmark of someone stuck in the bargaining stage of grief (while at first the particular method of ‘resurrection’ felt like a digression, the more I thought about it, the more it fit into the book’s thematic core). More broadly, that same character has a fascination with the Taíno people, the indigenous people of the island of Hispaniola (which is shared by Haiti and the Dominican Republic), whom she suspects of having found a way to use pocket universes to their own uses.

In giving the Taíno access to the pockets, Peynado takes an old Orientalist trope and flips it on its head. Many works of white-written science fiction and fantasy give any number of ancient civilizations, often those in Africa or Asia or the Americas (rarely Europe, but occasionally so, such as the ancient Greek nuclear-powered mecha of the First Occult War in many SCP articles). In those works, this trope has unpleasant undertones, often with the sneaking suspicion that the white authors saw these cultures as inherently ‘mysterious’ and as such gave them license to just make things out of whole cloth. Sometimes, it ends up unintentionally justifying historical atrocities, such as in Wolfenstein: the New Order. Not so here; Peynado uses this trope in a very sensitive way, one that makes the Taíno come off as the reasonable, sensible people who don’t feel the need to obscure things with systems of thought justifying colonialism. The way it ultimately plays out is something I found to be very clever.

Time’s Agent is a very efficient book. I am very impressed with how many ideas could be packed into two hundred pages and change while still having fully-fleshed out characters and a gripping, often heart-rending plot. This book manages to be the synthesis resolving the thesis of those old idea-heavy ’50s science fiction (with modern descendants) and the antithesis of the more character-heavy SFF novel. Peynado shows she can do both things very well, and I feel that she is an author whose future efforts will be worth paying attention to.

Reference: Brenda Peynado, Time's Agent [Tor.com, 2024].

POSTED BY: Alex Wallace, alternate history buff who reads more than is healthy.

Book Review: On the Calculation of Volume by Solvej Balle (tr. Barbara Haveland)

 A lingering, thoughtful take on the human experience of living through a time loop

Published in 2024 in the US but 2025 in the UK, the first installation of Solvej Balle's series, translated from Danish by Barbara Haveland, is a strange old book. The protagonist, Tara Selter, is trapped in a time loop. She relives the 18th of November over and over again, recording in her notes - which appear to be the text we are reading - the events of the many iterations that only she remembers, over the course of a full year of experiential time.

It is not a particularly unusual day. Tara works - with her husband - in the antique books trade, and in the first iteration of the day, before anything unusual happens, she spends the day in Paris buying books, chatting to other buyers and sellers, and meeting up with an old friend and his new girlfriend. It is a good day, but not a strange one, with no precipitating incident or obvious inception point. We only read about this unextraordinary day after knowing about the premise - Tara is up front with her situation in her notes before looping back to what led to her predicament, because why wouldn't she be? These are her notes, and she already knows what she experienced. But even when looking back at the original 18th of November, with the benefit of hindsight, there is no foreshadowing, no suggestion of some malevolent force that has brought about this unthinkable intrusion of unreality into Tara's world.

And that is, in many ways, the core of the story I want to linger on. This is not a book about an easily solvable problem. It doesn't follow Tara as she pulls together the clues and the science to reverse this and make her way back to the normal flow of time. She tries - of course she tries - to figure out a pattern to the events. But she's no scientist, and there is no pattern she can see. Her attempts to understand the problem slowly turn into - very human - irrational pattern seeking and superstitious belief by the end of the volume. This is not a story about a grand adventure against the odds. Instead, it's a story about her experience of this inexplicable event.

On the face of it, that experience is a whole lot of not very much. It's the day to day of surviving. It's the progression of the decision of whether she tells her husband every day what's happened, and pulls him into trying to solve it or not. It's the slow decrease in available food in the house and nearby supermarket as she continues through her year. It's looking up at the vastness of the sky at night and feeling like your smallness in the world means that all this - whatever it is - can't be permanent in unsolvable. It's bird song and peeing in the garden and walking and just the very granular daily experience of her life in this situation. And, as such, it is full of her feelings and musings, more than anything else. No, however much you're thinking, more than that. This is a phenomenally insular, introspective book.

Luckily, Tara is an interesting character in whose mind to sit, and more critically, Balle and Haveland have a really good line in prose that makes those mundane moments sing. I've already mentioned the stars, but I think that scene really does epitomise what this book is truly good at. Tara has been feeling very concerned about her impact on the world around her, and about how utterly unsolvable this problem seems. She worries, as she realises her repeated trips to the supermarket are depleting the food stocks despite the recurrence of the day, that over time she is just going to deplete a wider and wider field of resources, becoming some awful monster - her word - that impacts the world around her without its knowledge. Then one night she goes out into the garden in the dark, wrapped in her duvet, and looks up at the night sky. In her musing on the vastness of it all, she finds some measure of peace in her insignificance, and a quiet belief that it can't all be irreparable, if she is so small.

As it happens, that feeling doesn't last, but that doesn't even really matter. Its significance is in the experience of it, the zooming into a small moment of time and sitting with a person and their very real feelings about an impossible thing they're living through.

I find this is an under-represented approach in SFF - at least in the mainstream modern SFF I mostly consume - to its detriment. We are rich in stories about solving problems, action and plot driven explorations of what if. But there have been a few stories I've come across recently that take those what ifs and those ideas, and ask instead - what would it really be like to live through them? It comes through in Julia Armfield's Private Rites, it is a strong aspect of Kaliane Bradley's The Ministry of Time and it is deeply embedded here. The core idea at their heart may not be new - climate change, time travel and time loops are all established SFF tropes - but what makes them feel fresh is their approach from the experiential end. As someone very interested in people, and in seeing human experience at a granular level in fiction, this is so refreshing. Because it would be absolutely boggling to live through any of the events in any of those books. How would one cope? Asking that question is, to me, just as critical as asking about the science, the ideas, the solution to the puzzle, and if anything more so for its relative absence in the field.

The answer, here at least, is that Tara increasingly doesn't cope. She initially is pulled towards her husband, wanting to work with him to face this, but over the passage of her experiential time, finds the gap between them widening too far for her to cross day after day. She hides from him but stays close, at first, and then widens the gap between them as she feels their psychological gap widening. Fewer and fewer other people make themselves known in the narrative as the number of days of the time loop rack up, and as she pulls in tighter and tighter to herself, losing her sense of the normal rhythms of the world. And all of this, she notices and narrates; she is nothing if not a self-aware protagonist. But this too feels a reflex of the situation she finds herself in - she has no one to talk to about this but herself, in her notes, and so all of that ruminative approach is her act of trying to deal with the inexplicable bearing down on her.

There's a lot in here about isolation, and how that would affect a person, done with realism and sensitivity. It is impossible not to feel for her, not to pause in those cold, empty rooms, in those quiet days, and feel the very mundane but real melancholy of it. The great tragedy of this temporal incident is how much it cuts her off from the people closest to her, quite literally. For a day whose first iteration is full of warmth and friendship, it becomes incredibly stark and bleak.

This isolation also plays into something that feels a little underexplored in SF texts - at least in my experience - the realities of how much someone would or would not believe the fantastical when it happens to them in their life. Often, a character will accept easily because it is simply expedient to the story that they do so - if it's a plot and action driven narrative, you need to get the character past the blocker that impedes the narrative from happening. Or perhaps it's a story that wants to subvert that, and has a character refusing to believe what's in front of them while it continues to unfold. Tara is neither of these. She believes relatively easily, and based off the smallest of details. The first time the repetition unfolded, the thing that caught her attention was a fellow traveller at her Paris hotel dropping a croissant at breakfast in just precisely the same way as the previous day. Alone, it wasn't enough for her to fully understand and believe, but it sparked the thought that leads her to finally understanding. Does that seem too easy? Maybe... except when you are so embedded in the narration of her experience. It turns out, the speed of her acceptance isn't the thing, it's instead being able to fully grasp the little emotional pieces that go into it. Because the narrative is so concerned with her interiority, with narrating her thoughts in detail, it becomes very easy to see why she accepts it when she does, because we effectively experience that thought process with her.

By not just blurring but removing - as much as possible - the boundary between the reader and the character, Balle has created an incredibly moving and rich text that addresses key emotional questions about the experience of the impossible. If your calculus works that way, yes it comes at the cost of plot (and indeed, resolution - this is the first volume of a planned seven, the first sequel of which is already available in English) - this is not a story in which a great deal of significant events happen - but I believe that what it offers instead is not only worth that sacrifice, but sidesteps the idea of it as a sacrifice entirely. It is a wholly different text, with different concerns, approaching an SFnal problem from an unusual angle, and enriching the genre as a whole by so doing. If you are interested in human experience, in character, and in the quiet melancholy of a single person's thought, this is a book that will absolutely deliver that, along with a thoughtful approach to an SFnal problem. 

Balle sings an ode to the intimate quiet of personal reflection in the hardest of times, and to the pain of isolation. I would definitely encourage you to listen.

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The Math

Highlights: beautiful prose and translation, interesting approach to the human aspect of the SFnal, granular and poignant interiority

Nerd Coefficient: 9/10

Reference: Solvej Balle, On the Calculation of Volume [Faber & Faber, 2025]. Translated by Barbara Haveland. 

POSTED BY: Roseanna Pendlebury, the humble servant of a very loud cat. @chloroformtea.bsky.social

6 Books with Olivia Waite

Olivia Waite writes queer historical romance, sff, and essays. She is the romance fiction columnist for the New York Times Book Review.

Today, she is here to tell us about her Six Books.

1. What book are you currently reading?

The Potency of Ungovernable Impulses — been saving this as a post-deadline treat! Sci-fi and mystery and delicate relationship beats, my favorite combination.

2. What upcoming book are you really excited about?

Enchanting the Fae Queen by Stephanie Burgis — the sequel teased at the end of Wooing the Witch Queen, starring my favorite terrifying character from that book. Burgis ranges from super-light supernatural romances (Austen plus dragons in Scales and Sensibility) to dark political supernatural romances (Congress of Secrets with its shadowy horrors and secret police), but her books are always a wonderful time.

3. Is there a book you’re currently itching to re-read?

Prince of Midnight by Laura Kinsale — a washed-up highwayman in exile is brought back to England for revenge by a furious young woman whose family was murdered by a cult. I’ve been rereading a lot of Kinsale lately — some for the first time, like the exquisite For My Lady’s Heart — and this one was my favorite of hers from back when, so I’m dying to find out how it works for me now.

4. How about a book you’ve changed your mind about – either positively
or negatively?

Two series: I recently reread both the full Hitchhiker’s Guide series and Ann Leckie’s Imperial Raadch trilogy back to back, and was very surprised to find that Adams’ comedy now feels nihilistically bleak, while Leckie’s far-future imperial civil war leaves breathing room for hope and resilience.

5. What’s one book, which you read as a child or a young adult, that holds a special place in your heart?

Growing up as a kid, I never lost an opportunity to check a bookstore or library shelf for anything new or reprinted by Diana Wynne Jones — but the one I reread until it fell to pieces was A Tale of Time City. A bit of mystery, a bit of fantasy, incredible characters, and the impossibly delicious-sounding dessert 42-Century Butter-Pie.

6. And speaking of that, what’s your latest book, and why is it awesome?

My latest book is Murder by Memory — on a generation ship where you’re issued a new body every time your old one wears out, and your memories are saved in book form in the Library, ship’s detective Dorothy Gentleman wakes up in a body that isn’t hers just as a murder is committed. It’s my love letter to classic mysteries, sapphic sci-fi, and utopias with problems because people are still people even if they have everything they need.

Thank you, Olivia!

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

TV Review: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 3

Intense action, flawed characters, nostalgia, and just enough humor as Strange New Worlds enters its third season.
 

Fast pacing, jump scares, messy emotions, wry witty humor, questionable choices from beautifully flawed characters, and likeable new members of the ensemble cast. All of this composes the opening four episodes of Season 3 of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. Historically, the third season of a Star Trek series is often when the show leans into bold awesomeness after an uncertain, exploratory start in the first season and a second season of settling into the characters and storytelling. However, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds benefitted from being a spin-off of another strong Star Trek show, Discovery. As a result, Strange New Worlds began in comfortable awesomeness from season one, telling the story of the earlier crew of the legendary starship Enterprise, and reimagining iconic characters (Spock, Uhura, Chapel, and even James Kirk) and presenting new (La’an, Ortegas) or underused pre-existing (Pike, Una, M’Benga) characters, who are all shown in their early, uncertain, but much more fully explored selves. Season 2 added a range of clever quirky storytelling devices, including a hilarious partial animation crossover (with Star Trek: Lower Decks) and song-filled musical episode. However, the second season ended on a more serious note in “Hegemony I,” with a return of the Gorn, the human eating, monster-like enemy race that hunted them in the first season. As several beloved characters are trapped in a Gorn invaded non-Federation world, Pike (Anson Mount) is forbidden by Starfleet from interfering due to the risk of triggering a war with the old enemy.

Hegemony, Part II

When the Enterprise is attacked and outgunned, with close friends still captive, Captain Pike must make a critical and potentially devastating decision. Season 2 of Strange New Worlds left us with an old-school cliff-hanger finale that is immediately picked up in the opening moments of season 3 and launches us straight back into the action. The transitional moment between the two seasons is a nice call back to The Next Generation’s “The Best of Both Worlds” part I and II. That jaw dropping moment when Riker responds with unexpected confidence when faced with an impossible choice involving his own captain is contrasted with Pike, in a similarly impossible situation, having a true internal decision paralysis crisis. This is one of the storytelling elements and character explorations that makes Strange New Worlds so intriguing: optimism, compassion, and boldness are balanced with the characters’ frailty, imperfection, and sometimes flawed judgment.

Wedding Bell Blues

The theme of Season 3 seems to be nostalgia and “Wedding Bell Blues” gives us another call back to a classic Trek episode, “The Squire of Gothos,” in addition to an overt nod to a particularly creepy episode of the original Twilight Zone: “It’s a Good Life.” A broken-hearted Spock (Ethan Peck) finds himself in an unexpectedly positive situation but has to grapple with what is real and what is not. Altered reality stories are one of the most entertaining ways Star Trek plays with our minds with a twisted, waking dream scenario. “Wedding Bell Blues” leans into the strangeness with humor and a nostalgic twist at the end.

Shuttle to Kenfori

After the relatively light, although mind-twisting, adventure of “Wedding Bell Blues,” the narrative returns to monsters and violence in “Shuttle to Kenfori.” Pike and Dr. M’Benga (Babs Olusanmokun) go on an unsanctioned away mission to find a rare but potentially life saving drug and, in the process, encounter a formidable old enemy as well as unexpected terrors when they land. This episode leans into the usual horror adventure narrative with plenty of jump scares and moderate gore. But, in true Star Trek form, the story uses the setting to show Pike processing troubling revelations about two people for whom he cares deeply, even as he comes to terms with what it means for someone to become a monster physically and psychologically.

A Space Adventure Hour

The often parodied style of original Star Trek television series (in everything from Saturday Night Live to Black Mirror) has become so iconic that the cold-opening moments of “A Space Adventure Hour” let you know we are in for a humorous, nostalgia filled treat. In this episode, directed by Star Trek icon, Jonathan Frakes, La’an (Christina Chong) and Lt. Scott (Martin Quinn) are drafted into test driving a new concept called a holodeck. Running a program of such stunning magnitude puts the ship's engines at risk so Scott is assigned to make it happen without blowing up the ship and La’an is assigned to do a walkthrough of a sample strategy based program. In a multi-level metaphysical piece of storytelling, La’an decides to create a murder mystery inspired by Amelia Moon, a beloved storybook detective from her childhood. However, instead of landing in an isolated mansion or on a luxury train, she ends up in 1960’s Hollywood near the set of “Space Adventure Hour,” a hilarious take on the original Star Trek. This episode is fun on so many levels for long time Trekkies. We get to see the holodeck in its infancy, unapologetically wreaking havoc with the ship’s safety. Viewers also have a fun foreshadowing of Captain Picard’s frequent Sherlock Holmes adventures on the holodeck in The Next Generation. To set up the look of the players, Scotty uses the transporter patterns of the most recent travelers. So, most of the show’s lead actors get a chance to play completely different characters in this comedic take on 1960’s Hollywood, including Strange New Worlds’s James Kirk (Paul Wesley) doing a very funny and very meta imitation of William Shatner’s James Kirk from the original series. And, we get to see a young version of Scotty in all of his stressed out engineering persona as the holodeck mystery takes on dangerous implications for the safety of the crew. But, most of all, we get a hilarious and poignant celebration of why Star Trek is beloved and iconic. In the character of a Hollywood agent, Uhura (Celia Rose Gooding) gives a timely monologue on why Star Trek remains an indelible, and still relevant, part of our real life culture.

With intense action, twisty mind games, and unapologetic, self-aware humor, the opening episodes of Season 3 feel like a nostalgic letter to long time Star Trek fans. The jump scares, plot twists, and character angst, are balanced with the strong ensemble chemistry of flawed but relatable characters. And, as always, we have the series’ enduring moral core to guide us (hopefully) as we all continue to explore what lies ahead.

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Highlights:

• Action and jump scares balanced with humor and nostalgia
• Character angst and dysfunction
• Perfect ensemble chemistry

Nerd Coefficient: 8/10

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