Everybody needs comfort food reading once in a while, and this was sitting on my shelf. I'm not sure that this is a great mystery novel, or even a great book, since I'm not a fan of the genre, but the characters are fun, the plot flows and twists, and everybody gets together at the end for the reveal of the killer.

Breath the Hull is a very 'swingey' military sci-fi short story collection. The best stories are "Cryptic" by Jack McDevitt, and "Peter Power Armor" and "Forgotten Causes" by John C. Wright, which lead off the collection with the best kind of sideways meditations on existence that SF is capable of. From there, the stories move through more or less forgettable exploits of space marines and space pirates, and doomed soldiers executing impossible orders. But for the price is a good read, and the stinkers are easily skipped.

Ugh, just... ugh. Academic feminism is full of ridiculous crap. Kitch takes aim at the worst of it under the rubric of utopianism, but while her critiques of The Movement are generally spot on, as best as I can tell utopianism and realism are interchangeable. Can't we just tell people not to be intellectually lazy fanatics?