Hazel

Wondrous stuff. I can't even rank my enjoyment of the Steerswoman books relative to one another because they've all got unique strengths and absolutely delicious payoffs that expand the scope and scale of the setting in ways you couldn't have possibly guessed going in. They're also a wellspring of gender for me, especially this one. I will not elaborate on that in an attempt to get you to find out for yourself.

I know that Rosemary Kirstein wears a Steerswoman's ring, which is good because I've got QUESTIONS. And I wish her the best of luck with finishing the series!

Midcentury british lit is nuts because on top of whatever odd social situations play out, they keep offhandedly bringing up the ominous yellow fog that kills hundreds of people every day

Delaney really used his crystal ball to write a response to The Dispossessed about 4chan HSTS incels, huh. I can't imagine Triton was possibly received well at the time, it's an intentionally frustrating book, but I also found it hilarious. Give this to the tgirl or repressor in your life with with the biggest stick up her ass and just let things play out from there.

I listen to a podcast called Wizards Vs. Lesbians which gave this book their prestigious Valhalla Award for Scrappiest Little Weirdo, and yeah it sure is that!!!

In contrast to The Exile and the Sorcerer, this book definitely feels like the two back-to-back stories that it is. The first is great and the second is a bit shaky at its foundations. I could snark about how of course the British Steerswomen equivalent hinges on censorship and immutable class, or roll my eyes at the more new-agey aspects of the setting's magic, but all in all it's pretty dang readable. Barbarian-librarian F/F with secular humanist convictions is hard to beat as a microgenre!