![]() ![]() But Dex finds themself restless still, longing for an even wider lonesome. At any rate, they don’t dispense alcohol but they do provide a pleasant buzz.)Īnd this works-for a while. ![]() (I’d say barista, but that doesn’t have the right connotations. Dex is three parts therapist, one part confessor, and two parts bartender. In setting up their traveling teahouse, they also provide a liminal space for people of all kinds to come and share their troubles. They travel the human lands of Panga dispensing teas that serve as much as gentle herbal remedies as they do enjoyable beverages, but even that isn’t their main vocation. Dex is a tea monk, itinerant but not indigent or celibate. I may have been hungry when I wrote this, but upon editing I find that my general impression stands: this is a comforting book, the same kind of cozy that Dex themself tries to impart to their visitors. This is the kind of book that fills you up. (Well, moon.) Most of all it is satisfying. A Psalm for the Wild-Built, the new novella from Becky Chambers, though obviously brief, is a complete meal: it has the rich depth of philosophical reflection, the acid brightness of humor, and the unfamiliar spices of a whole new planet. ![]()
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