101 pages, Paperback
Published July 25, 2026 by Wide Books
Full review...
Saturday, August 29, 2026
Book Review: Time's Rabbit Hole by Lord Running Clam
Book Review: An Empire in The Clouds by Ai Jiang
384 pages, Hardcover
Expected publication: September 8, 2026 by Titan Books
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Book Review: 12 Hours by L. Marie Wood (Selected Papers from the Consortium for the Study of Anomalous Phenomena #2)
12 Hours by L. Marie Wood (Selected Papers from the Consortium for the Study of Anomalous Phenomena #2)
80 pages, paperback.
Published January, 2024 by Raw Dog Screaming Press
My experience with this author is limited to one conversation at the 2024 Stokercon; she was moderating a panel or on a panel- not sure but we had a short conversation, and I decided I needed to check out her work. I am sorry it took me two years, but I was searching for novellas on my library app, and there it was. Took a month to get transferred but that is the state of things.
I was a little worried when I saw this was a book two; it is actually stand alone story, second in a loosely themed series. All great authors, from a great publisher, Raw Screaming Dog Press. The Selected Papers from the Consortium for the Study of Anomalous Phenomena series has some authors I really respect, like David Sander, so I will check them out.
This novella is short on page count, but long in vibe and atmosphere. What makes it special is the very strange POV; that of a murdered corpse makes for a one-of-a-kind experience. A lesser writer would have cheated on this concept. Not here. The murdered cabbie is a fully realized character. I was drawn into the mystery, and there were a few really creepy moments.
I read this in the lead-up to PKD Fest, so I don’t have as many thoughts or pull quotes as I might normally have. Very short novella, a one-sit read, and fully recommended.
Book Review: The Rainseekers by Matthew Kressel
149 pages, Paperback
Published February 17, 2026 by Tordotcom
Join us for a live PKD hangout and interview about this novel on 9/15/26 at 9 PM EST/6 PM PST.
For most of Science Fiction’s history, novels were short and didn’t have to be a Stephen King-sized doorstop or an arm workout to carry. It is funny that books that have 50 pages more than Of Mice and Men and would’ve been considered a novel in the golden age of SF are just novellas these days. Enter this classic-feeling short novel, The Rainseekers by Matthew, that feels like a warm blanket for lovers of classic SF. Don’t get me wrong, it is a modern novel, but the things that make it feel classic are subtle, in the same way that the best world-building is built on tiny moments.
While some recent Martian novels have taken the route of a retro Mars, like The Strange by Nathan Balligrud or Song My Enemies Sing by James Reich, they do a wonderful job of invoking the Mars of the imagination. The Rainseekers is closer to a hard SF take on Mars, although the details of terraforming get fantastical.
The book has several POV characters, and the narrative jumps POV often; for such a short book, it has a mosaic feeling. We mostly follow Earth-born Sakunja Salazar, who is an influencer trying to document the first natural rain on the terraformed Mars.
The Martian-born character was a bit more interesting to me. “I was born on Mars and, unfortunately, I'm a brittle bone. I get bimonthly injections to boost my bone density and muscle mass. One day I hope to walk the same Japanese hills of Earth that mom did. But right now I can't walk in full Earth gravity without risking my spine. I flew to Luna once, and let me tell you there was no fucking masseuse on the crowded boats.”
Saki’s adventures around the solar system hint at a wider universe and more experiences.
“On Enceladus, I leaped like a bird from a tall frozen Cliff into an enormous crevice, artificial wings spread wide, and no orgasm nor drug will ever approach that feeling spiraling down in low gravity on that shimmering and frigid alien world while Saturn’s majesty loomed over me.”
I like that Kressel is fully using all the colors of the rainbow of SF to paint a picture of amazing travels around the solar system. Wouldn’t Saturn ring diving for influencers be a part of this future?
Kressel takes the Martian setting seriously. He seems to have researched and thought out how this Martian culture would work while humans worked to change it. Consider how they thought about the deaths of the people trying to see this first rain on Mars.
“The old Mars tradition, going back to the first landings, was to put the dead body in cold storage until it could be flown back to Earth for burial. But that proved difficult and absurdly expensive. So most of the early settlers buried their dead in the Martian sand. There's a fair amount of graveyards spread around Mars; if you look hard enough, some have become shrines, with plinths, and obelisks, and monuments to those brave early pioneers. But you can't bury folks on Mars anymore. The NDC forbids it, doling out huge fines and penalties for any infraction. You might contaminate the protosoil with invasive human microbes and ruined decades of careful planetary engineering. So most folks are cremated now, or their bodies get donated to the ag farms, where you're slowly composted and turned into fertilizer. You can never have enough nitrogen if you live on Mars long enough; chances are you've eaten a meal containing matter from at least one recycled person. Number one rule of life away from Earth is that nothing goes to waste, not even waste."
A novella with this scope, nothing goes to waste either, and I love it for that. The Rainseekers is an excellent SF novel that sells the harsh Martian environment without sacrificing the characters. I believe these characters desire to see this first rain, and I was invested. 24 chapters in a short novel, and the story felt like it expanded to the wider Solar System.
You have a few weeks to read it before I interview the author on a live Dickheads. This is A+ modern science fiction in my opinion.
Thursday, August 6, 2026
Book Review: We Are Always Tender With Our Dead by Eric LaRocca
304 pages, Hardcover
Published September, 2025 by Titan Books
Podcast interview on the way...
Eric first got on my radar when we both had Clash Books releases near each other. I kinda know that Eric LaRocca is like some Brundle-fly mix of Brite, Koja, and Barker, but since I have been reading more SF and retro SF, I have mostly been reading horror by close friends, folks who were already in my rotation. I kept meaning to return to LaRocca, and then Titan sent me an arc for this one. Perfect timing because I had peeped this on the staff picks shelf at Mysterious Galaxy only a few weeks before it arrived.
Right or wrong, the idea I got was that this was more gothic than most of LaRocca’s catalog. He has won the Splatterpunk award because he writes disturbing books that are known for weird transgressive energy that drag body horror through the pain of alienation and often give voice to marginalized characters.
This one has a small-town horror vibe, it feels extra uncomfortable in all the right ways. Burnt Sparrow is a subversive work, delightfully weird. Influenced by Malcolm McDowell’s Blackwater trilogy. LaRocca has the confidence to blend strong influence with finding his own voice. So if you trust and don’t want to hear me get into the details know this a fantastic horror novel and comes highly recommended.
Burnt Sparrow is an isolated New Hampshire town (they all are right?) that in the early 2000’s is victim to horrific crime. We spend most of the book opening in the eyes of Rupert Cromwell. He is an awkward kid, who is surviving abuse at home from his father and the trauma of not fitting in to the small town.
Rupert is rightly shocked when he and his father are given the very surreal gig of watching over the bodies of the victims of the massacre. The town is reacting that way because the victims were killed by three faceless supernatural forces, leading to paranoid fears of angering god or the supernatural forces behind everything.
“Heart hammers away inside his chest, thumping like a brick being slammed against concrete again and again.
He's never seen a dead body before. Not even his mother's when she perished. His father was careful to keep her corpse hidden from Rupert's sight, and he was grateful for that.”
Rupert’s journey through the novel is paralleled by the greater mystery and the strange events that keep happening. Some subtle and some as LaRocca is known to do – Extreme. The balance is carefully rolled out. For all the talk of extreme transgression in LaRocca’s work this novel is carefully and thoughtfully constructed.
Consider the scene when he finds a bird with a human face.
“Before he talks himself out of it, he ladles the tiny bird from the ground. It's small enough to fit inside the palm of his hand. He gazes at it for a moment, wondering what's to be done. He could squeeze it tight inside his first and all of this would be over. He could pretend to be God like for a moment, to decide the fate of another living thing. But Rupert has never held such cruel aspirations before. Why would he start now?
He dumps a small bird with a human face into his coat pocket and allows it to settle there for a moment when it cries, eventually weakens, and it seems to soften inside the warmth of the comfort-lined pouch.”
Rupert’s relationship with his father makes up much of the emotional core of the novel, while the murder and the supernatural events will make the most noise in most reviews; that is not what hooked me. Sure LaRocca brings the gruesome, weird,. and ugly moments, but the novel’s most disturbing moment doesn’t work without that core.
“He knew his father was capable of horrific, monstrous things.
But nothing like this.”
Rupert watching his father’s necrophilia is the perfect example of this.
“Rupert's father holds her with such tenderness, such carefulness. A crude imitation of love and affection he once showed Rupert's mother. Rupert's hands tightened to fists, almost about to knock down the door and push inside to chastise and berate his father but he can't do it. He can't bring himself to even go another second gazing at his father while he lies there with his arms wrapped around a corpse that could never return the same love, the same fondness, the same softness and warmth.”
We Are Always Tender with our Dead is a fantastic opening part to a trilogy that likely, in the future, will be thought of as a single piece. LaRocca has written a transgressive gothic, small-town horror that honors those splatterpunk roots but does not rely on it. A shoo-in for a top ten read of the year when the dust settles.
Book Review: The Fist of Memory by Wole Talabi
416 pages, Hardcover
Expected publication: October 27, 2026 by DAW
I don’t remember where I first heard of this book. As science fiction writers along the way Wole Talbi and I got connected on Facebook and Blue Sky. I have not read his first novel, Shigi and Brass Head of Obalufon, which he describes as an urban fantasy inspired by the Nigerian culture he grew up in. I know why I was interested, as I have had a long-standing affection for all things Nigerian SF, and not just Nnedi Okorafor, although she is fantastic; Goliath by Tochi Onyebuchi was one of my absolute favorite reads of 2022.
Another Nigerian SF writer was welcome for sure. The Fist of Memory didn’t disappoint; the best way I think to describe it might be John Woo meets Arthur C. Clarke in Africa. It is certainly one of my favorite books I have read this year. A bullet opera that manages to combine a first contact story, noir, African cyberpunk, and hints of African magic.
The novel has storylines and elements that seem unconnected but weave together at the end. That said, the woman at the center of the story is Tope.
“Here's the thing about killing people; I don't like it, but I'm good at it.
That's why I'm perched on a dusty rooftop, ensconced in an electromagnetic reflection bubble, patiently waiting to kill reverend Dr. Clement Osagie.”
The novel opens in the point of view of this assassin, but after that Talabi intentionally breaks the rules, by telling the other chapters in third person. I admit this choice rattled me at first. Anyone who reads my reviews knows I am not a fan of first person. This was an interesting choice that I assume was made to signal the importance of Tope. I am sure we will talk about it during the interview for the podcast (coming soon)
She is involved in an excellent cat-and-mouse story with another assassin who works for a criminal boss/ witch doctor Baba. The story of a contract killing gone wrong is like a power chord that a portion of this novel is structured on.
At this point, you might be wondering when this becomes a SF novel…
“It is.” Daniel sighs. But maybe it's for the best. We don't have the luxury of curiosity or time period; whatever this object is, it is already within the orbit of Jupiter, and even if it keeps decelerating, which we can't be certain that it will, we don't know what its final velocity will be. Every minute we spend gathering data and debating our options reduces the chance of success even further. We may not know what it is, but we know it poses an existential threat.”
A South African Astronomer named Itumeleng has discovered an object coming from interstellar space toward earth. It is clearly a spacecraft, changing direction. Itumeleng doesn’t have to be convinced as the craft seems to be communicating with him and only him, at first through his dreams.
This Itumeleng storyline in the first few chapters it seems like a different story, but the threads come together. Once we get back into the Tope story the action picks up. We get some really interesting details about her employer Baba, and the politics of this future Nigeria when Tope appears to be hired by her target. Once she starts making choices there are consequences.
“This is trouble.
Heat rises behind my eyes. Reaching under my seat with my right hand to retrieve my Beretta, I see three men clamor out of the Mercedes. Their jerky, uncoordinated movements indicate intoxication. They are wearing crude handmade masks, and new, clean tactical body armor is obviously stolen like the classic cars.
Armed robbers.
The kind that park in the bushes with EM scramblers, smoking ganja, drinking ogooro, and chewing kola, waiting for motorists to waylay like trolls hiding under a bridge.”
The mix of African cyberpunk elements and the very Hong Kong film killer makes for a very interesting turn on the bullet opera. Tope being a woman, a fierce one creates some of the excellent dynamics.
“Man, woman, fish, or ugwa leaf, I don’t give a fuck what you are; you think you can come kill our oga like that abi?”
Eventually, Top and Itumeleng meet in the story, as you would expect; humanity tries to destroy the spacecraft, but as you can imagine, that doesn’t save the day.
“Yeah. Turns out panicking and firing shalligram was a waste of time. Or perhaps the attack prompted it to change plan. Either way, after that crazy maneuver, its deceleration rate dropped. Simulations now show a ninety-nine percent chance of gravitational capture.” She'd gone from frantic to angry to crying and back to frantic again.
“Itumeleng, I think it's very clear now this isn't some random object, or a missile hurled at us by a dangerous intelligence. That movement, the way it evaded shalligram, it's almost certainly a piloted alien craft. You know what this means, don't you?”
Well, I didn’t know what this meant because the third act came as a big shock. The third act is earned, and certainly enough happens in the closing chapters for an entire novel. The ending is also similar to a recent TV show (They couldn’t have known of each other).
The Fist of Memory is a fantastic career-defining sophomore novel. Wole Talabi has lived with this novel a long time and it feels like it. It is wonderfully thought-out. As a structure guy, I love how wonderfully plotted this feels. One of the best new releases I have read for sure.
-DA
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Thursday, July 30, 2026
Book Review: Enshittification: Why Everything Suddenly Got Worse and What to Do About It by Cory Doctorow
Enshittification: Why Everything Suddenly Got Worse and What to Do About It
by Cory Doctorow
338 pages, Hardcover
Published October, 2025 by MCD
This might end up being a shorter review than many I post in part because I don’t feel as compelled to express myself as long windedly over non-fiction. This is in part research for a novel I may or may not write. The internet turning to shit is indeed one of the things I wanted to explore. I have lots of respect for Doctorow even though I have never connected strongly with his work personally.
The first half of this book ( that I get the sense was complied blog entries is a very helpful look at how technology, and the companies that provide easily turn to shit. He starts with Facebook, which of course did not start with good intentions, but was a good product for a while. Capitalism comes along ruins it. This connects dots and really help show casehow it went bad.
Doctorow sees a pattern of “Enshitification” that happens also to Amazon, the iPhone, and Twitter. The last of which he seems to be able to live with more than I could.
There is a short section on the pathology, which is OK. The third part the epidemiology, and this is where I felt the wheels spin in this book a bit. Still some very important stuff here.
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