Jo Walton gets people. No, I mean she really gets people. And I should know better than to check out two books of a trilogy at a time without checking out the third.* Because now I’m jonesing for that third book.

For, well, ever since World War II, there has been a genre of books somewhere between historicals, science fiction, and occasionally fantasy (Harry Turtledove’s Worldwar series comes to mind) that I call the ‘creeping fascism’ books. Somewhere between imagination and warning, the authors remind us that fascism crept up on Germany wearing the boots of democracy, and then sliced its throat using fear of the ‘other’ to unite the populace in the willingness to give up fundamental rights.

Ahem. (Puts away soapbox, sends it air express halfway across the continent to Jo Walton)

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