A review by kimtrucks
The Long List Anthology Volume 2: More Stories From the Hugo Award Nomination List by Ursula Vernon, Catherynne M. Valente, Megan Grey, Elizabeth Bear, Ann Leckie, Martin L. Shoemaker, Tamsyn Muir, Aliette deBodard, Kai Ashante Wilson, Sarah Pinsker, Alyssa Wong, Rose Lemberg, Amal El-Mohtar, David Levine, David Steffen, Seanan McGuire, Usman T. Mailk, Nicola Griffith, Naomi Kritzer
4.0
Damage: a great story about an AI with an ethical quandary.
Pockets: a sweet lil' tale about accepting life as it comes.
Today I am Paul: a medical care robot, who impersonates (with their permission) family members, cares for an ailing woman. Very good.
The women you didn't see: A non-fiction letter to Tiptree Jr./Alice Sheldon. Crushing.
Tuesdays with Molakesh the Desroyer: an ailing demon is sent to die in a small town. Did not care for this one.
Wooden Feathers: about carving something perfect. OK.
Three Cups of Grief, By Starlight: dealing with the loss of a loved one (repeatedly). Excellent.
Madeleine: About a woman having vivid 'flashbacks'. It's fine.
Neat Things: the second letter to Tiptree/Sheldon.
Pocosin: a great lil' story about a witch in a marsh, and a dying possum-god.
Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers: A sin-eater feasts. not my favourite, but still wonderful.
So Much Cooking: Loved this! A pandemic as told through a food blog.
Deepwater Bride: Cthulhu Mythos in which a watching-type witch tries to discover the fell lord's bride.
Heart's Filthy Lesson: A Venusian trek. Did not care for it.
Grandmother-nay-Leylit's Cloth of Winds: about change of every sort. Found it touching.
Another word for world: About the perils of improper translation. Good enough.
Long Goodnight of Violet Wild: I bailed.
Our Lady of the Open Road: a bunch of travelling punks, post-pandemic. Not for me.
The P{auper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn: A grandson investigates his grandfather's stories of the "Mughal princess" who sold tea. I am biased against the kinds of third acts we see here, but it was lovely up until then.
The Sorceror of the Wildeeps: An African diaspora tale, in a world where the diaspora didn't happen, set in a fictional world that honestly reminded me vaguely of The Book of the New Sun. Mostly works well, although sometimes the prose seems to miss its mark.
Pockets: a sweet lil' tale about accepting life as it comes.
Today I am Paul: a medical care robot, who impersonates (with their permission) family members, cares for an ailing woman. Very good.
The women you didn't see: A non-fiction letter to Tiptree Jr./Alice Sheldon. Crushing.
Tuesdays with Molakesh the Desroyer: an ailing demon is sent to die in a small town. Did not care for this one.
Wooden Feathers: about carving something perfect. OK.
Three Cups of Grief, By Starlight: dealing with the loss of a loved one (repeatedly). Excellent.
Madeleine: About a woman having vivid 'flashbacks'. It's fine.
Neat Things: the second letter to Tiptree/Sheldon.
Pocosin: a great lil' story about a witch in a marsh, and a dying possum-god.
Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers: A sin-eater feasts. not my favourite, but still wonderful.
So Much Cooking: Loved this! A pandemic as told through a food blog.
Deepwater Bride: Cthulhu Mythos in which a watching-type witch tries to discover the fell lord's bride.
Heart's Filthy Lesson: A Venusian trek. Did not care for it.
Grandmother-nay-Leylit's Cloth of Winds: about change of every sort. Found it touching.
Another word for world: About the perils of improper translation. Good enough.
Long Goodnight of Violet Wild: I bailed.
Our Lady of the Open Road: a bunch of travelling punks, post-pandemic. Not for me.
The P{auper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn: A grandson investigates his grandfather's stories of the "Mughal princess" who sold tea. I am biased against the kinds of third acts we see here, but it was lovely up until then.
The Sorceror of the Wildeeps: An African diaspora tale, in a world where the diaspora didn't happen, set in a fictional world that honestly reminded me vaguely of The Book of the New Sun. Mostly works well, although sometimes the prose seems to miss its mark.