It did snow. Quite a lot. For most of the day.
Snow and snow and snow.
I tucked myself into Caliban’s War, the sequel to Leviathan Wakes and read the day away. It’s a very different book from the first; if you read them close together, there is a staggering sense of loss that carries through into the second. But there is still that levity to keep the book from becoming too somber, too dark.
The coffeemaker was broken again.
Jim Holden click the red brew button in and out several more times, knowing it wouldn’t matter, but helpless to stop himself. The massive and gleaming coffeemaker, designed to brew enough to keep a Martian naval crew happy, refused to make a single cup. Or even a noise. It wasn’t just refusing to brew; it was refusing to try. Holden closed his eyes against the caffeine headache that threatened in his temples and hit the button on the nearest wall panel to open the shipwide comm.
“Amos,” he said.
The comm wasn’t working.
Feeling increasingly ridiculous, he pushed the button for the 1MC channel several more times. Nothing. He opened his eyes and saw that all the lights on the panel were out. Then he turned around and saw that the lights on the refrigerator and the ovens were out. It wasn’t just the coffeemaker; the entire galley was in open revolt. Holden looked at the ship name, Rocinante, newly stenciled onto the galley wall, and said, “Baby, why do you hurt me when I love you so much?”
I enjoyed it quite a lot. There is quite a bit more political intrigue in this one, which can get a bit tedious at times. Overall, an excellent book with a deepened sense of worldbuilding and a lot of introspective work on the aftermath of horror and trauma — from the perspective, I’d argue, of several different characters, not just one. Bobbie, a newly introduced character, is the most obvious example. But the crew of the Rocinante — Holden in particular, but also the others — are quietly dealing with what happened at Eros station, one book ago, and they are changed because of it. And though it’s a story that is mostly about war and politics, this quiet subtext is what makes it so good, and quite sensitive.
I’ll be shortly starting the third book, Abaddon’s Gate. Later today, I think. And I have the two novellas lined up after that. Must do some of my own writing first; the book is going to be the carrot at the end of my stick. The sun is out for the first time in almost a week, and the snow is rapidly melting. The gloom of the week is beginning to lift.