Fledgling by Octavia E. Butler

It's always a joy to discover an author new to me, if obviously one I most certainly had heard of, appearing with increasing frequency on all sorts of lists of "best of" literary science fiction. Eccentrically, my first experience of her writing is this, the final novel she wrote before her unacceptably early passing.

And the novel is extraordinary, at once brimming with intoxicating ideas (and I love a good novel of ideas) and supremely addictive. "One more chapter" syndrome is very much in effect here.

The plot, I suppose, is fairly simple, and perhaps even takes a back seat to the deeply enjoyable world building. We follow everything from the perspective of an amnesiac vampire, attacked and left for dead, as she tries to discover who she is, her place in the world, and who would want her and her family dead.

Yet this is a novel profoundly about bigotry, about race, about justice, about sexual ethics, about how to deal ethically with power imbalance. Yet the novel never feels preachy or didactic, and makes no claim to solutions. Its feminism is firmly sex-positive. And its characters feel utterly, utterly human, although many of them, of course, are not human at all.

This certainly won't be my last experience of an author I'm very happy to have discovered for myself.