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- me: *has 10 books to read*
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we heard someone around here is using an e-reader *flicks switchblade* has anyone told you about what books smell like
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Finished reading Empty Space last night. I’m still kinda digesting it (and, I guess, by extension, the whole trilogy). It’s a lot to interpret. I think.
Started re-reading Soon I Will Be Invincible. Gods damn, I forgot how good it was. Wasn’t he gonna write a sequel, supposedly? Whatever happened to that?
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It really says something about this series that the books have positive blurbs from both Neil Gaiman and Stephen Baxter on/inside the cover.
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You could drift this car while reading a book… so I did.
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They were arrant newcomers, driven by the nouveau enthusiasms of a cowboy economy. They had no idea what they had come for, or how to get it: they only knew they would. They had no idea how to comport themselves. They sensed there was money to be made. They dived right in. They started wars. They stunned into passivity five of the alien races they found in possession of the galaxy and fought the sixth […] to a wary truce. After that they fought one another.
Behind all this bad behaviour was an insecurity magnificent in scope, metaphysical in nature. Space was big, and the boys from Earth were awed despite themselves by the things they found there: but worse, their science was a mess. Every race they met on their way to the Core had a star drive based on a different theory. All those theories worked, even when they ruled out one another’s basic assumptions. You could travel between the stars, it began to seem, by assuming anything. If your theory gave you a foamy space to work with — if you had to catch a wave — that didn’t preclude some other engine, running on a perfectly smooth Einsteinian surface, from surfing the same tranche of empty space. It was even possible to build drives on the basis of superstring-style theories, which, despite their promise four hundred years ago, had never really worked at all.
It was affronting to discover that.
M John Harrison,
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Redshirts ended on a surprisingly serious note (in a good way), for something that started out with such a silly premise. Recommended.
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thereyouarewhereveryougo said: I haven’t gotten to that one yet, I read the Expanse books and now I’m reading Wool.
I haven’t read the Expanse novels, but I keep eying them whenever I’m at the bookstore. Wool sounds interesting, too (I hadn’t heard of it before, but I just looked it up online to see what it was about).
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Redshirts is good, so far. I’ve already had to put down the book several times, just to lol. I’m probably gonna end up finishing reading it pretty quickly, either tonight or tomorrow.
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Finished re-reading River Of Gods and Cyberabad Days. I still have a month or so before Empty Space is released in the US, so I’ll probably have time to read Redshirts before I have to start re-reading Light and Nova Swing to get ready.
Started re-reading River Of Gods. After that will be Cyberabad Days (the related collection of short stories).
I just found out that apparently Ian McDonald has also been working on a YA series called “Everness” that already has two books, so I’m probably gonna check that out (if I can find the first book). I’m interested to see how it’ll differ from his regular writing.
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theogmamabear said: The Road was a very good book.
It is very good. On some level, I’m liking it a lot. But it’s also a very good book in the sense that it’s possible for a good book to make me feel feelings, such as wanting to just curl up into a fetal position under a pile of old coats and die.
Does the movie manage to be this relentlessly depressing?
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That’s it. I’m officially not going outside for the rest of the day. I just ran out to my car for 30sec and I’m completely soaked. I will not be able to stop thinking about The Road until I finish reading it (I’m planning to read the second half of it tonight, like ripping off a Band Aid), because outside it’s going to be raining/sleeting all afternoon and evening, and ridiculously windy, and the main character in the book is constantly wet and freezing and starving. If I go out anywhere, I will only be constantly reminded that I should be sitting at home, drinking hot miso soup and reading until it is done.
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I knew beforehand that The Road was gonna be a depressing-ass book, but it is fucking relentless. Literally every paragraph contains something soul-crushing, and there are no chapter breaks. I ended up reading half the book in one sitting last night, because I had this irrational hope that I could take a break when the book somehow reached a place where it wasn’t on such a dismally low note… but it never does. Eventually, I got to a point when the characters both went to sleep, so that had to be good enough. Even then, it wasn’t much relief. One of the very first things that happens in the book is a scene where it talks about how the main character always wakes himself up in the middle of the night if he starts to have a good dream, because the whole world has gone to shit and nice things like that only exist in the past (and therefore don’t exist).
It’s a great book, so far, in the sense that Grave Of The Fireflies and Requiem For A Dream are great movies: You go through one of these things once, and it’s amazing… but you’re also emotionally crushed and never want to experience the feeling again. And you still might pick it up again, every few years, but the crushed feeling is the same every time.
I’m reminded of the time I got one of my close friends to watch Requiem For A Dream for the first time, because it was a good movie, and when the credits finally rolled he reached over without a word and (uncharacteristically, for him) punched me viciously in the arm. “That was really good, and I also never want to watch it again.” I felt this was fair. But I regret that I have no one appropriate to punch in the arm after reading The Road but myself.
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