Oh, wow. This shouldn’t have taken me so
nearly as long to finish as it did. Nothing to do with the book, sadly, which
deserved much more concentration than I was able to give it, but such is life.
Lumberjanes required me to get my eye in
somewhat (expectations, etc), but now that I’m better acquainted with what I’m
going to be getting I can honestly say that this is worth the hype. The second
volume is even better than the first: heartful, intelligent, and just
laugh-out-loud funny. I love this series.
Look! Cake! Also deadlines: massive stinking honking deadlines. Which is why it's been a bit quiet round here of late, and will remain so until the new year.
Hope you're all enjoying your holidays, wherever you are and however you celebrate them, and here's to great 2016.
Look, I’m as hacked off as the next man by the
tendency for every Japanese author translated into English to get compared to
Haruki Murakami, as if he’s the only author from the 10th most
populous country in the world. Here, however, I think it might actually be
justified.
The obvious thing to do here would be to
pastiche McCarthy's style, but other people have done it more convincingly and
more amusingly, so rather than just strip out all the punctuation and occasionally write
very long sentences I'll actually try to talk about the book. Or at least my reactions to it.
I invite you to marvel dumbfounded at the
depth of my ignorance and the height of my hubris, as I attempt to mix it with
people far, far smarter than me over at the Strange Horizons Book Club.
Delightful. As with her short stories, Cho
has a rare and unerring ability to do charming without tripping over into twee,
and witty without falling into smug.
A pairing prompted by absolutely no good
reason whatsoever, but one which did at least serve to emphasise that I'm
better with the big ideas than the tedious business of actually backing them up
with numbers and evidence. But then we knew that already, didn't we?