Ancillary Mercy by Ann Leckie
Last book of a trilogy. I reviewed Ancillary Sword here, but I don't think I posted a review of Ancillary Justice, at least not here.
I both like and didn't much enjoy this series. That is, I admire it a lot, how it throws ideas like gender and language and what is human around so lightly without letting them drop. The sort of vagueness of it, the sensation that I know but don't know what's going on, that is kind of appealing. I like Leckie's command of language and her ideas.
I can't say I really dislike a lot so much as don't have much feeling at all. The books all end ambiguously, on purpose, with that idea that endings are just arbitrary and there's a day after the ending for someone. That's fine, that's a good point. The story isn't really over, it's just that the teller is done telling. But it does let a little of the steam pressure out. I understand why an author wants to disrupt the usual contract between writer and reader -- it's a very literary fiction thing to do -- but it's still a disruption and uncomfortable.
Then again, it's supposed to be.