Couple random books I’ve read recently:
The Wizard’s Butler by Nathan Lowell. This was not what I expected! Basically, a combat vet with anger issues takes a job as an old man’s butler because he can’t hold a job post-Afghanistan, and falls in love with the calming nature of the routine and the satisfaction of helping out an old guy. The author is pretty skillful at presenting that core conceit, and keeps the narrative moving while also depicting the coziness of the (tight first-person) protagonist’s whole situation.
The magic is there but almost completely incidental. This could have easily been a mundane setting, but the magic does add a nice sense of wonder from time to time. Works overall quite well I thought.
Some clumsiness in the conflict and the antagonist, but eh. That’s just there to give some kind of actual skeleton upon which to hang the meat of the novel. Less of an issue here than you’d think.
There’s more than a little wealth worship and “nobility of service” nonsense going on here that I have some issues with, but there’s also some real appreciation for beauty and selflessness.
Regardless, as something very different and actively an inversion of typical adventure fantasy, I enjoyed it. Six bespoke dinner jackets out of a round seven.
Robopocalypse by Daniel H Wilson. World War Z, but with robots – a series of vignettes that sketch in an AI that achieves the singularity and decides to turn all the many near-future servant robots and smart cars and whatnot to the popular pastime of murdering all the humans, but with the twist that its goal is the study of life in all its infinite variety, so no nukes etc. Surprisingly compelling given how lukewarm I remain on the core conceit. Author has an advanced degree in robotics and it shows; the robo-porn (not actual porn, like engineering porn) is really good, and feels in many ways like good mil-sci-fi.
Some horror elements here and there. Definitely feels written for the screen in a lot of ways. Ultimately pretty shallow, much more action-oo-rah than idk Murakami musing on the human condition by way of whatever awful fever dreams he’s gripped by this week, for sure.
Popcorn, undoubtedly, but I also motored through it in I think two nights. Would easily recommend it to the Weber or Crichton crowds. Seven spider-tanks out of eleven.