Sydney Books
Read some books over the past two weeks in Sydney. Here now are those books!
The Testaments (by Margaret Atwood)
I went to go add the "2020 tob" label to this and realize I forgot to write about The Testaments! I felt like something was missing. This book is so good. I thought it would be more depressing than entertaining, but it's not. It's amazing.
How Could She (by Lauren Mechling)
Breezy but heartfelt and comedic meditation on the complexities of female friendship.
Not Working (by Lisa Owens)
Breezy but heartfelt and comedic meditation on family, love and identity. Written in delightful vignette style. My favorite of these four novels!
Early Riser (by Jasper Fforde)
Not quite as enjoyable as Shades of Gray or the Thursday Next series, primarily because I didn't enjoy the world as much as Bookworld or the color world, but a still a "Ffun" read. Ha!
Fall; or, Dodge in Hell (by Neal Stephenson)
Augh, this one was so frustrating. Started out great, but it's the usual Stephenson thing where it's about 400 pages too long. It turns from speculative fiction about digitally uploaded consciousness (yay) into a fantasy quest novel with so much scenery description (boo) and is super heteronormative to boot. Ultimately we are expected to root for one white billionaire cis man with a God complex over another white billionaire cis man with a God complex. You'd think the author of Seveneves would do better than that.
The Testaments (by Margaret Atwood)
I went to go add the "2020 tob" label to this and realize I forgot to write about The Testaments! I felt like something was missing. This book is so good. I thought it would be more depressing than entertaining, but it's not. It's amazing.
How Could She (by Lauren Mechling)
Breezy but heartfelt and comedic meditation on the complexities of female friendship.
Not Working (by Lisa Owens)
Breezy but heartfelt and comedic meditation on family, love and identity. Written in delightful vignette style. My favorite of these four novels!
Early Riser (by Jasper Fforde)
Not quite as enjoyable as Shades of Gray or the Thursday Next series, primarily because I didn't enjoy the world as much as Bookworld or the color world, but a still a "Ffun" read. Ha!
Fall; or, Dodge in Hell (by Neal Stephenson)
Augh, this one was so frustrating. Started out great, but it's the usual Stephenson thing where it's about 400 pages too long. It turns from speculative fiction about digitally uploaded consciousness (yay) into a fantasy quest novel with so much scenery description (boo) and is super heteronormative to boot. Ultimately we are expected to root for one white billionaire cis man with a God complex over another white billionaire cis man with a God complex. You'd think the author of Seveneves would do better than that.
posted by mo pie at 11:15 AM
1 Comments:
Oh Stephenson. I love The Diamond Age and Snow Crash so much. I've loved parts of his other novels but yes, always too long.
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