Abaddon's Gate by James S.A. Corey (3.5 stars)

Third in the Expanse series.  There's plenty of action and the plot progresses in this novel, but it isn't as strong as the first two.  There is a fairly unconvincing villian (mini Mao), and we see less of some of the best characters (Bobby, Avasarala, Miller).  Even the protomolecule doesn't do a whole lot compared with the previous two books.

This characterises the feel of the novel quite well:

Holden was starting to feel like they were all monkeys playing with a microwave. Push a button, a light comes on inside, so it’s a light. Push a different button and stick your hand inside, it burns you, so it’s a weapon. Learn to open and close the door, it’s a place to hide things. Never grasping what it actually did, and maybe not even having the framework necessary to figure it out. No monkey ever reheated a frozen burrito.

Humanity is bumbling about, old religions are struggling to hold onto power and stay relevant in a much larger context, and everyone is confused and fighting each other for stupid reasons.  All of that sounds completely realistic, but it's fairly depressing to read, when what I really want to know is more about the protomolecule and what killed everything.

The highlight for me was Holden's time with Miller inside the center part of the ring.  Some great very dry humour from Miller:

“So, yeah. The most complex simulation in the history of your solar system is running right now so that we can pretend I’m here in the same room with you. The correct response is being flattered. Also, doing what the fuck I need you to do.” 

While the mutiny storyline wasn't the direction I was hoping the story would head, and especially not for so long, I was still fairly impressed with the whole epic battle sequence.  It was desperate, messy, and real characters die, which is something that is rare for this type of novel.

Anna also wasn't my favourite character, but she did have one of the best lines in the whole novel:

She felt that politics was the second most evil thing humanity had ever invented, just after lutefisk.

3.5 stars

Caliban's War by James S.A. Corey (4 stars)

Expanse book 2, following on from Leviathan Wakes.  Corey puts a little effort into filling out some of the accumulated characters at the start of this novel, which is well overdue.  Alex finally gets some colour and then Avasarala drops in with a storm of profanity.  This foul-mouthed incredibly intelligent diplomat quickly becomes one of my favourite characters, and if you can appreciate or put up with the swearing, she definitely has some of the best dialogue.  Here's some of my favourites:

It's not healthy having God sleeping right there where we can all watch him dream.  It scares the shit out of us.

My doctors said I probably had a good thirty years left in me.  Time to watch my grandkids grow up, maybe even see a great-grandchild or two.  But instead, I'm going to be killed by a limp-dick, whiny sonofabitch like Admiral Nguyen.

My last act in this universe isn't going to be fucking up everything I did right up to now.

There's some great space battles, that are really well thought out and described, including tactics for minimizing the times ships spend in range of each other's weapons.  Bobby, Avasarala, and Prax are all interesting characters that bring much needed depth with their fresh POVs.  The other members of Holden's crew still feel underdeveloped and verging on a collection of Mary Sue's to me: the solar system's best engineer/pilot/soldier are all represented.

While I've been able to overlook most of the tropes used so far, the stowaway scene as a carbon copy from the first alien movie made me cringe.  The book did give me at least one laugh though: at the ridiculous opulence of the space hotel where Avasarala and Holden are trapped:

The air recycling system pumped in subtle scents hand-crafted by the hotel's in-house perfumer.  That night's selection was called Windblown Grass.

Most importantly the plot arc continues in a fascinating direction, and there are more books.

4 stars

Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey (4.5 stars)

An epic space opera meets detective story written by a pair of authors under the pen name "James S.A. Corey".  It's a bit like Firefly meets Takeshi Kovacs, but without the beautiful grit and lyrical writing of Richard K. Morgan.  In fact the writing itself isn't really remarkable at all, but the world building is great, the plot is interesting, and the main characters are fairly well defined and far from perfect.

It also has a special quality that makes it stand out from many other space operas that start strong: it doesn't dissolve into tedium or get trapped on a single planet after one book.  I've read the four books (not counting side stories) published so far, and Corey has maintained an impressive tempo, continued to expand the world scale, and solidly kept my interest across all of the books.  This is actually more impressive than just considering the merits of each individual novel, so I gave it an extra half star.

In this book the two main characters are well developed and face a great and meaningful moral conflict about the merits of releasing potentially destructive information, with Holden and Miller taking opposing views.  The other characters were fairly underdeveloped, but this improves as the series moves on.

The protomolecule is badass and takes some genuinely surprising turns, and generates at least a couple of "woah" moments for me.  The scenes on Eros and on the ship seen through Julie's eyes reminded me of Event Horizon a little, stepping into the horror genre.  I think this section would have been vastly improved without the "vomit zombies" which dropped me out of a feeling of suspense into farce.

The science in the sci-fi mostly takes a back seat.  He's fairly vague about the "Epstein drive" which made travel in the solar system practical, but there's one thing Corey is very particular about: gravity.
We're constantly reminded about the effects of acceleration and deceleration on humans inside ships, how spin influenced space station (or planetery colony) design, how hard it is to move around in low G, how much "belters" struggle in Earth-like gravity, how magnetic boots work during EVAs, and many many more things gravity-related besides.  I actually liked all this: it adds a hard science element back into a world that would otherwise need very little explanation because most technology is fairly near future (sans Epstein drive).

Strong start to a strong series.

4.5 stars.

Ancillary Sword by Anne Leckie (4 stars)

This is the second novel in a trilogy, and the first was spectacularly good.  At this point you're already familiar with the whole gender weirdness, the unique perspective of Breq, and the stage has been set for an epic civil war space opera.  Great, lets dig in and see what she comes up with for this one!

If I said that Anaander Mianaai barely features, the civil war doesn't get much play, and the theme is mostly social justice on a single station and associated planet, would you be surprised?  I certainly was.  It's still a good novel, and the switch from epic space opera to smaller focus reminded me of the Fire Upon The Deep to A Deepness in the Sky transition, but it isn't nearly as strong as Deepness.

Leckie gives us deep insight into the tensions between various population dynamics, and this will obviously be important in the following novel, but there wasn't much here to be really excited about.  Breq seeks out basically every oppressed minority group she can find and tries to liberate them with the authority that comes with the rank of Fleet Captain, and last name Mianaai, pissing off everyone in the wealthy establishment.  Her visit to the planet's surface was full of Apartheid overtones.

It's definitely an interesting read, and the climax with the Presger gun getting a workout is thrilling.  But space opera it is not, so I can see why some people were disappointed.  Of course it is worth reading to be ready for the next book.

4 stars.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie (5 stars)

After about four different personal recommendations, and finding out it had won the Hugo, Nebula, British Science Fiction, Locus and Arthur C. Clarke Awards, I had to read this. They weren't wrong, it is a spectacular debut.

Leckie does an impressive job of giving us an inside perspective of a spaceship-sized Artificial Intelligence (AI), with many different ancillaries/corpse-soldiers that make up its physical presence. This AI is our narrator, which allows Leckie to perform an impressive first-person narration without the usual limitation of the narrator being only in a single location at any time. When I read "that accounted for almost half of my twenty bodies" I knew this book was going to be fascinating.

As if that wasn't novel enough, Leckie chooses to make things even more interesting by messing with the reader's interpretation of gender. She does this by having most of the dialogue occur in Radchaai which doesn't have gendered pronouns, and from the perspective of Breq, the AI, who finds it difficult to interpret gender queues for various races anyway. In Breq's defence, this is not unusual since for many of the races gender is fairly unimportant and certainly not obvious. The end result of this is that I basically think of almost everyone in the novel as female, and was occasionally jarred out of my perceptions when other characters dropped a 'he' into the dialogue. It's amazing how much of my ability to visualise a character is rooted in gender.

So I have basically no idea what anyone looks like. This isn't helped by Leckie's fixation on memorial pin jewellery and gloves above all other features. I hope there's eventually some interesting explanation about the history of the gloves, since she makes such a big deal of them.

The start of the novel was very strong, with plenty of intrigue planted. What is this being? Why is he/she diminished? Leckie switches between flashbacks and current day to fill in the back story. There's a small amount of confusion for the reader as pieces of the world are filled in, but it's masterfully done and with minimal exposition. Just how I like it.

Not much science is explained, but there are some interesting ruminations on AI, such as emotions being essential for efficient decision making:

Without feelings insignificant decisions become excruciating attempts to compare endless arrays of inconsequential things. It's just easier to handle those with emotions.

I thought it was also interesting that that author noted she had based the Radchaai somewhat on the roman empire, which explains a lot of the religious idol worship that is present throughout the book.

Overall this is an amazing space opera. It has a Hoth and a Degobah. It has armor implants, stealth weapons, intergalactic wars, and political intrigue. The early part of the novel felt a little like a western, Firefly even, with a robbery, a barely-though-out plan, and Breq's life hanging in the balance pretty much constantly.

All sci-fi fans should read it immediately.

5 stars.

Best of 2014 as read by G

Less sci-fi this year, and unfortunately a somewhat lacklustre set of books. I partly blame goodreads, which should know me fairly well after 220+ ratings, but it nonetheless kept recommending The Sunne in Splendour as basically the number one book I should read. That didn't work out well and it killed most of November and December. Goodreads also led me to Swan Song, which was closer to the mark but not great, so generous salt will be applied to future recommendations.

The best (5 stars):

• To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

Special mentions (4.5 stars):

• The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
• The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
• Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

Bad Pharma: How Drug Companies Mislead Doctors and Harm Patients by Ben Goldacre (3 stars)

I knew from the first few pages of this book that Goldacre had done his homework and would back his arguments with facts and plenty of references. In fact, he tells us right up front:

So, to be clear, this whole book is about meticulously defending every assertion in the paragraph that follows.

Which is great, I wanted the facts, I wanted references, I wanted solid arguments, and this book definitely delivers. But it isn't particularly entertaining, and finishing it took quite a lot of determination. Honestly I'm not sure what Goldacre could have done to improve this: it's an incredibly important message that needs to be heard by, well, preferably everyone, but especially all members of the medical and pharmaceutical industry. Judging by the contents of the afterword and the success of the alltrials campaign this has happened to some extent, which is great. But my 3 star ranking here reflects the view that just not that many lay people will be willing to trudge through this book.

Having said that, I'm incredibly glad that Ben Goldacre has written the book and launched the campaign, since it's a tragedy that (among many other problems) data from trials conducted in humans can be cherry-picked by companies to publish only favourable results. Everyone reading this should go sign the alltrials petition to help fix that.

In places I found the tone a little shrill and the recommendations, such as this one, somewhat impractical. What would patients think when confronted with such information stuck to the wall of a clinic without a 450-page accompanying novel to explain it?

All doctors should declare all payments, gifts, hospitality, free teaching and so on, to their patients, to colleagues, and to a central register. The conventional cut-off is for everything within the past three years, but we could consider making it longer. We should display the contents in our clinics, to our patients, and let them decide if such activities are acceptable.

More sensible than displaying it in clinics would be making that central register data available online. And I'm sure Goldacre is betting that sunlight shone on it like this will basically kill the entire practice of semi-bribes. Many people already shop for doctors on recommendation sites like yelp, having this data available to the patient as part of that interface when choosing a physician would be valuable.

For the most part though, the recommendations are sensible and practical. Since Goldacre basically wrote an abstract for the entire book in the first few pages I thought I'd just include it here, rather than summarising the problems and arguments further:

Drugs are tested by the people who manufacture them, in poorly designed trials, on hopelessly small numbers of weird, unrepresentative patients, and analysed using techniques which are flawed by design, in such a way that they exaggerate the benefits of treatments. Unsurprisingly, these trials tend to produce results that favour the manufacturer. When trials throw up results that companies don’t like, they are perfectly entitled to hide them from doctors and patients, so we only ever see a distorted picture of any drug’s true effects. Regulators see most of the trial data, but only from early on in a drug’s life, and even then they don’t give this data to doctors or patients, or even to other parts of government. This distorted evidence is then communicated and applied in a distorted fashion. In their forty years of practice after leaving medical school, doctors hear about what works through ad hoc oral traditions, from sales reps, colleagues or journals. But those colleagues can be in the pay of drug companies – often undisclosed – and the journals are too. And so are the patient groups. And finally, academic papers, which everyone thinks of as objective, are often covertly planned and written by people who work directly for the companies, without disclosure. Sometimes whole academic journals are even owned outright by one drug company. Aside from all this, for several of the most important and enduring problems in medicine, we have no idea what the best treatment is, because it’s not in anyone’s financial interest to conduct any trials at all. These are ongoing problems, and although people have claimed to fix many of them, for the most part they have failed; so all these problems persist, but worse than ever, because now people can pretend that everything is fine after all.

3 stars.