Ian Pierce

Category: Books

  • Books I’m Enjoying, November 2025

    Books continue to exist, and therefore I’m buying and reading them. While a lot of my reading comes from the Seattle Public Library, I’m always down to support local bookstores. Around where I live, I recommend Elliott Bay Book Company, Third Place Books, and Kinokuniya (not a local store technically, but still one of my favorites for manga series and works in translation). Here’s a selection of what I’m enjoying now:

    Kuzushiro, The Moon on a Rainy Night

    I have the softest of spots for chaste, slow-burn yuri manga, and The Moon on a Rainy Night hits me right in the sweet spot (so much yearning!). But the real reason that I love this manga so much, and why I immediately purchase a new volume when I spot it on the shelves, is because one of the characters is Deaf. While former piano prodigy Kanon still has some hearing in one ear, she needs a hearing aid to be able to go to school and interact with the world. Her disability has isolated her, and it’s only when the bubbly Saki shows up in her life that she’s able to connect with friends her own age. As someone who deals with an invisible disability every day, I was astonished at how well Kuzushiro portrays the social aspects of disability. The responses that Kanon gets from fellow students in her class – “she’s only doing it for attention”, “she just wants special treatment”, “everyone lets her get away with everything”, “she’d be a lot better if she actually tried” – are exactly the sorts of comments that people in my adolescence, even into my adult life, so they hit particularly hard. I’m just hoping that these crazy kids can kiss soon, because it’s been seven volumes. I mean, I like a slow burn, but does it have to be this slow?

    Inio Asano, Goodnight Punpun

    I was familiar with Asano’s work from his haunting adolescent romance manga A Girl on the Shore, and after spotting this series at Kinokuniya, I decided to pick it up. It deals with a lot of the same subjects as A Girl on the Shore – the isolation of young people in disastrous family situations – but with a darkly comedic twist. I always enjoy stories that can go from laugh-out-loud funny to deeply emotionally affecting. I also love Asano’s art, which ranges from hyper-realistic backgrounds of run-down Japanese suburbs to the cartoony abstraction of the main character Punpun. Also, in case you’re wondering, at no point does anyone comment on the fact that Punpun is a bird.

    Marta Skaði, Confessions of an Antichrist

    More teenage outcasts in blackly comedic situations, although in this case they’re members of a black metal band with a lead singer who may legitimately be the Antichrist. I know for a fact that I would love second-wave Norwegian black metal, but every time I consider listening to Mayhem or Burzum, I remember Varg Vikernes’s politics and recoil in horror. (There’s a fair amount of black metal that I do enjoy, but anything from that scene is not my jam). The members of Baphomet’s Agony spend more time beating up fascists and religious bigots with comically oversized dildos, though, so that’s more in line with my overall worldview. And Confessions of an Antichrist contains enough sex, Satanism, and metal to make my withered, blackened heart grow several sizes. There’s even a touch of romantic angst. Apparently my choices in reading lately have a theme…

    Alexandra Bracken, Silver in the Bone and The Mirror of Beasts

    Speaking of tormented teenage romantic longing, this duology has that in spades. I had a lot of fun with the main character Tamsin’s banter with her rival-turned-lover Emrys over the course of these books, as well as the Arthurian and Welsh mythology that underpins the setting of the book. I love seeing Welsh myth brought into the modern era – it’s far less utilized than Irish legend – as you’ll see if/when my New Adult urban fantasy novel comes out. Maybe it’s time for me to reread the Prydain Chronicles again so I can scratch that itch…

  • Books I’m Enjoying, October 2025

    People like me keep on writing books, and the publishing industry still views fiction as a profitable enterprise (for now), so there’s an inexhaustible supply of reading material for us all. The amount of new stories means that I can literally never run out of books in my lifetime. Still, I’m the sort of person who rereads books. If there’s a story I enjoy, I love experiencing it again. Sometimes this exercise is nostalgic, like the comfort of coming home. Or, like Bilbo coming back to the Shire in The Hobbit, I come back to an old favorite to learn that I’m the one who has changed. 

    Currently, I’m rereading the entirety of the Elric series by Michael Moorcock, in the gorgeous Saga Press hardcover omnibuses that got put out a few years back. It’s perhaps impossible to exaggerate how important the Elric books were to me as an impressionable teenager. The saga of a sorcerous emperor, slayer of his kin and marked as an outcast by the fact of his albinism, utterly dependent on his demonic sword and controlled by a doomed destiny… let’s just say that the character was like crack for an angsty young man with Very Big Feelings™. I wasn’t alone. The Elric stories, and Moorcock’s work more generally, were so influential to sixty years of writers that it’s sometimes hard to tell in hindsight just how influential they were. I feel like they’re like the Amber books by Roger Zelazny in that regard. There are plenty of similarities between the Elric and Amber stories as well: the multiversal travel and the somewhat ironic tone is part of the appeal of both. 

    Someday I might want to do a series of blog posts about rereading the Elric books, like the reread blogs that Jo Walton had collected in Why This Book Is So Great. I’ve got a lot of plans for this website in general, though, so it might take a little while before I get to those. 

    At the same time, since I can never read just one book at once, I’ve been reading a lot of Haruki Murakami as well. I started by plowing through the entirety of 1Q84 over the course of a visit my best friend in Boston (another reread book that I hadn’t dipped into in over a decade), then picking up Novelist as a Vocation at the Kinokuniya in the International District, along with other works like Killing Commendatore, After Dark, and the short stories in First Person Singular. I really enjoyed the essays in Novelist as a Vocation, by the way. 

    I especially liked the story about how Murakami decided to become a writer. He was at a baseball game at Meiji Jingu Stadium in Tokyo, at the Yakult Swallows’ season opener. The leadoff batter in the bottom of the first hit a double into left field, and as it dropped, Murakami suddenly thought, I think I can write a novel. That night, he stopped at a bookstore in Shinjuku on the way home and bought a pad of notebook paper and a ¥2000 fountain pen, and over the course of the rest of the baseball season, he sat at his kitchen table and wrote Hear the Wind Sing. 

    That’s the secret. It really isn’t complicated to write a novel. You don’t need an MFA or divine inspiration or anything like that. You need an idea, the persistence to work consistently, and something to write on. It’s that simple, and that hard, at the same time.

    Going back to the fantasy genre, I recently read R.R. Virdi’s The First Binding and really enjoyed it. I would basically pitch it as a South Asian Name of the Wind. And when I say it’s like Name of the Wind, I mean it’s really like Name of the Wind. It has a frame story, a talented, determined underdog hero, and more than that, many of the plot details follow Rothfuss’s work to the degree that it can’t be up to coincidence. 

    Still, even with all these parallels, I had a lot of fun with The First Binding. Talking of further blog posts, I want to write something about how originality in fiction is a vastly overrated virtue. The ability to come up with original ideas is far less valuable than being able to tell a story convincingly and compellingly. Besides, Shakespeare only came up with one original plot in his life, and people don’t talk shit about Shakespeare being unoriginal, do they? 

    Anyway, that’s a sampling of what books have been in my backpack in the last few weeks. Anyone else enjoying some stories? Anything you’d recommend? 

    ~ Ian (listening to Cartoon Darkness by Amyl and the Sniffers)