Finished reading Termination Shock by Neal Stephenson. I had dragged my feet on this book because the marketing had put me off; this was apparently a Very Important book with Things to Say. I shouldn’t have paid attention: This was Stephenson’s most fun book since at least Reamde, and a very characteristic one, with hijinx, unlikely characters, passages where Stephenson showed off the cool research he’d done — the only thing missing was the badass Russian with a heart of gold.

Two notes: ① One exposition dump early in the book dragged a bit, though at least Stephenson had the character acknowledge it. ② The climax felt similar to those in Seveneves and Reamde, and possibly others further back that I’ve forgotten.

While the bambina was gone, Meghan and the dude and I watched the first season of Andor, which was great.

The bambina got home yesterday, somehow managed to stay awake, and then passed out at 10pm. She had a great trip. So glad to have her back.

First time sitting in the passenger seat with the dude behind the wheel. He practiced moving slowly in drive and reverse, in an empty parking lot, no steering.

Walked down the Interurban to Greenwood, got coffee beans, then to Green Lake and Gas Works and visited Mom, then to the U District: about 22k steps, 11 miles, 3½ hours of walking.

Finished reading Fall by Neal Stephenson. I can’t even start to analyze this through the lens of Goethe’s three questions: I couldn’t tell what Stephenson wanted his book to be (about uploading consciousness? a retelling of Paradise Lost? a fantasy quest? mad about the internet and/or religious fundamentalism?), and so I can’t even judge whether he succeeded, much less whether it was worth doing. And I can’t tell if it ended up more or less than the sum of its parts. I will say that I was kind of tired of the book around the ⅘︎ point (though the ending picked up a bit), and I feel pretty sure this wasn’t his best work. My opinions of his books tend to shift over time, though, so we’ll see how I feel at (let’s say) the end of the year.

A little bit of smoke in the air, apparently from northern Canada.

Family over for grilled trout and bratwurst. A nice day.

Walked to Boeing Creek Park, through the former Hidden Lake, and to Richmond Beach: about 12k steps, six miles, 2¾ hours.

Just left the bambina at the airport for her school trip to Japan: Tokyo, Kyoto, Nichinan (Tottori), and Matsue, plus various day trips. She’ll be back in two weeks.

Finished rereading Seveneves by Neal Stephenson. I still find the first two-thirds of the book intensely compelling. I had trouble connecting as well as with the last third, though. I wonder if it should have been expanded and broken into a second book? It’s an important part of the story, but I feel like it wanted a little more space to breathe, and a little less recounting of history.

New food offense committed on the birdbath by the crows: a chicken egg.

The bambina is sick, and has now come down with something every third Friday since early May.

Finished reading Translation State by Ann Leckie. I’ve loved her other Imperial Radch books, and enjoyed this one, but felt like it could have used a more vigorous edit: One character kept shifting between “disturbingly alien” and “distressed teen”, and there was a plot contrivance that bothered even me (normally fairly blasé about that kind of thing). That aside, there was lots to like, including the aforementioned disturbing aliens and Leckie’s usual explorations of personhood and empire.

Leckie fans should read this; newcomers should start at the start, Ancillary Justice.

Finished reading The Mirror & the Light by Hilary Mantel, the final book of her Thomas Cromwell trilogy. This was a huge book, and reading it felt a little bit like work, but it was absolutely worth it by the end: We know how the story must play out, even if we haven’t read the history, but it remains compelling to the last page.