Amanda
Quill and Still
[Note: I received a free copy of the audiobook for review purposes, with no conditions attached.]
To read _Quill & Still_ by Aaron Sofaer (she/her) is to discover a revolution fought not with swords or spells, but with intake forms and breakfast routines—a village where every stone house stands by mutual agreement (and where the enchanted toilets probably have union representation). Whatever Sophie expected, what she gets is smaller and stranger: lessons in which spoon goes where, forms to fill out in triplicate, and the slow realization that utopia might actually require reading the manual. The text pours like morning coffee into mismatched mugs: strong, necessary (for some of us), and communal. Yet Sofaer refuses easy comfort: refectory seating charts bristle with social calculus, First Friends must balance instruction against indoctrination, and even kindness can be complicated by paperwork.
At the core of _Quill & Still_ sits a society that makes care work into infrastructure, not afterthought: First Friends clock in with pension plans and sick days, grumble through System Experience metrics, forget to file proper forms—all while taking real pride in guiding newcomers through what would otherwise be an impenetrable civic maze. This isn't utopia as decoration—it's decency built into blueprints. Sofaer transforms bureaucracy from burden to liturgy, makes filing forms an act of faith. Here, paperwork becomes prayer, administration becomes devotion, and even questionnaires carry the weight of covenant. Somehow, this is complimentary?
Sofaer crafts sentences like someone carefully setting a table—she places each word precisely, and each clause considers what came before while making space for what follows. Her characters speak in conversations that double back, question themselves, reach for better words when first attempts fall short. Even the municipal becomes musical—inventory numbers click against ledger notes, footfalls along corridors keeping quiet time. When Sophie's body changes through healing magic, there's no grand revelation scene—just the quiet recognition of rightness, the freedom of physical comfort suddenly possible. That's this book's most subversive move: to make what should be ordinary feel radical. To remind us how rarely our world makes room for our bodies to simply exist without struggle.
These measured delights might frustrate readers whose pulses race for plot twists and dramatic battles, whose eyes hunt for magic diagrams and epic confrontations. For every reader who savours the queer kinship that's built cup by shared cup, another might restlessly fidget through detailed discussions of bowl placement and coin customs. Sofaer trusts you to find meaning in both silences and explanations. It's a risky gambit that's both revolutionary and potentially alienating, and what saves it is her concrete precision. Each ritual matters because someone needs it. Each custom earns its page through lived consequence.
Here's the book's most artful move: it withholds explanation until necessity makes its absence felt. No ritual gets justified until someone asks "why do we do this?" No system gets mapped until navigation becomes necessary. Understanding comes only to those who join the daily practice—who listen for what's left unsaid between spoonfuls of stew, who notice how shoes brush against freshly swept thresholds. When Sophie mentions parental estrangement or her complicated relationship with her body, she meets neither diagnostic questions nor therapeutic platitudes—just practical solidarity. A seat at the table comes before biography. A bed before backstory. Trust grows through gesture, not confession; belonging develops through presence, not performance. The village doesn't demand Sophie's trauma as entry fee.
Who might thrive here? Readers of Becky Chambers seeking sharper social grain, fans of Addison trading court intrigue for queue-line kinship, those who find poetry in logistics. Who should pause? Anyone needing plot over process, crisis over care—readers who expect dramatic tension rather than documentary patience.
I close _Quill & Still_ wondering what this says about us—the readers who need our utopias explained in triplicate. Sofaer shows us a world that runs on radical transparency, but we live in one where every answer costs us something. Is that why Sophie's careful education feels both foreign and necessary? Because we've forgotten what it means to have systems it's safe to trust? Because it feels impossible to believe that paperwork could possibly serve people rather than power?
There's a melancholy in imagining a world where kindness requires no explanations—and knowing how far we stand from it. Sofaer offers something better than easy answers: a map of what decency looks like when it's designed, not just dreamed of.
[A note on the audiobook: Avalon Penrose brings a warmth to this text that complements Sofaer's measured prose. Her pacing lets listeners absorb the book's quieter moments, while her energetic character work subtly distinguishes voices without overplaying differences—exactly the kind of careful attention the story itself celebrates.]
Originally posted at marvelish.me.
[Note: I received a free copy of the audiobook for review purposes, with no conditions attached.]
To read _Quill & Still_ by Aaron Sofaer (she/her) is to discover a revolution fought not with swords or spells, but with intake forms and breakfast routines—a village where every stone house stands by mutual agreement (and where the enchanted toilets probably have union representation). Whatever Sophie expected, what she gets is smaller and stranger: lessons in which spoon goes where, forms to fill out in triplicate, and the slow realization that utopia might actually require reading the manual. The text pours like morning coffee into mismatched mugs: strong, necessary (for some of us), and communal. Yet Sofaer refuses easy comfort: refectory seating charts bristle with social calculus, First Friends must balance instruction against indoctrination, and even kindness can be complicated by paperwork.
At the core of _Quill & Still_ sits a society that makes care work into infrastructure, not afterthought: First Friends clock in with pension plans and sick days, grumble through System Experience metrics, forget to file proper forms—all while taking real pride in guiding newcomers through what would otherwise be an impenetrable civic maze. This isn't utopia as decoration—it's decency built into blueprints. Sofaer transforms bureaucracy from burden to liturgy, makes filing forms an act of faith. Here, paperwork becomes prayer, administration becomes devotion, and even questionnaires carry the weight of covenant. Somehow, this is complimentary?
Sofaer crafts sentences like someone carefully setting a table—she places each word precisely, and each clause considers what came before while making space for what follows. Her characters speak in conversations that double back, question themselves, reach for better words when first attempts fall short. Even the municipal becomes musical—inventory numbers click against ledger notes, footfalls along corridors keeping quiet time. When Sophie's body changes through healing magic, there's no grand revelation scene—just the quiet recognition of rightness, the freedom of physical comfort suddenly possible. That's this book's most subversive move: to make what should be ordinary feel radical. To remind us how rarely our world makes room for our bodies to simply exist without struggle.
These measured delights might frustrate readers whose pulses race for plot twists and dramatic battles, whose eyes hunt for magic diagrams and epic confrontations. For every reader who savours the queer kinship that's built cup by shared cup, another might restlessly fidget through detailed discussions of bowl placement and coin customs. Sofaer trusts you to find meaning in both silences and explanations. It's a risky gambit that's both revolutionary and potentially alienating, and what saves it is her concrete precision. Each ritual matters because someone needs it. Each custom earns its page through lived consequence.
Here's the book's most artful move: it withholds explanation until necessity makes its absence felt. No ritual gets justified until someone asks "why do we do this?" No system gets mapped until navigation becomes necessary. Understanding comes only to those who join the daily practice—who listen for what's left unsaid between spoonfuls of stew, who notice how shoes brush against freshly swept thresholds. When Sophie mentions parental estrangement or her complicated relationship with her body, she meets neither diagnostic questions nor therapeutic platitudes—just practical solidarity. A seat at the table comes before biography. A bed before backstory. Trust grows through gesture, not confession; belonging develops through presence, not performance. The village doesn't demand Sophie's trauma as entry fee.
Who might thrive here? Readers of Becky Chambers seeking sharper social grain, fans of Addison trading court intrigue for queue-line kinship, those who find poetry in logistics. Who should pause? Anyone needing plot over process, crisis over care—readers who expect dramatic tension rather than documentary patience.
I close _Quill & Still_ wondering what this says about us—the readers who need our utopias explained in triplicate. Sofaer shows us a world that runs on radical transparency, but we live in one where every answer costs us something. Is that why Sophie's careful education feels both foreign and necessary? Because we've forgotten what it means to have systems it's safe to trust? Because it feels impossible to believe that paperwork could possibly serve people rather than power?
There's a melancholy in imagining a world where kindness requires no explanations—and knowing how far we stand from it. Sofaer offers something better than easy answers: a map of what decency looks like when it's designed, not just dreamed of.
[A note on the audiobook: Avalon Penrose brings a warmth to this text that complements Sofaer's measured prose. Her pacing lets listeners absorb the book's quieter moments, while her energetic character work subtly distinguishes voices without overplaying differences—exactly the kind of careful attention the story itself celebrates.]
Originally posted at marvelish.me.