Words are inadequate

Am finding "A Mist of Grit and Splinters" very much harder going than the other Commonweal books. It's partly the narrative style -- epistolary/diary entries by various parties -- and partly the subject matter: the creation and shakedown of a new Line battalion in the run-up to a Major Historic Event, as seen through the notes of its officers, which of necessity focus on logistics and training and stuff like a new type of boot-fastener and the best way to load a wheelbarrow. I'm still bogged down around halfway through and chewing slowly on it, although I expect things to speed up drastically as we get close to the MHE. (Also, Slow never uses a strong adjective where a pair of mild ones book-ending a double-negative will serve instead, which is insufficiently un-wearisome overall to satisfact.)

(Also, I'm pretty sure Graydon deliberately didn't approach any of the major publishers about this series because it's a hobby not a business and he wants complete control over it. If he ever changes his mind, well, I'm in a position to throw him in the lap of a Tor editorial director or two -- and I've offered.)