Having finished reading Felix Gilman’s The Half-Made World it is basically impossible for me to go without recommending it to you. (All of you.) It is like China Mieville making love to Deadwood, it is like Ursula LeGuin writing about train-gods, it is amazing. (And not unsurprisingly, LeGuin liked it too.) If you can stand genre fiction at all, and particularly anything in the new weird vein, go read it and then start feeling antsy about when the sequel will come out.