But I thought I would copy it to the PPS thread as well. I apologise if I seem to be saying much that has been said before here but I wrote this post elsewhere before reading this thread
. It is more or less the same post I put in another thread where I had been bemoaning the string of mediocrity that I seem to have been reading these last couple of months.
Sorry if I come across a bit gushy in what follows, but you must understand that in the last two or three months my reading has been (for me and my tastes I must stress) something of a stream of mediocrity. So to finally find something that totally impresses me, has really lifted my spirits (I was beginning to think it was me just getting jaded ).
Anyway, obviously I'm not far into the book but I just love CM's writing style. Quite extraordinary use of the language and his metaphors are just wild. The whole producing mental images of his world whose clarity I have not enjoyed for a long time. For example:
Sometimes I clamber to the top of the huge, huge towers that teeter like porcupine spines from the city’s hide. Up in the thinner air, the winds lose the melancholy curiosity they have at street level. They abandon their second-floor petulance.
Simply one of the most graphic descriptions of different wind characteristics I have come across in a while.
There are also a few exceptional aspects of the writing for me personally. Firstly I always like to understand everything when I'm reading (call me a control freak or geek or whatever) and initially I really wanted to know how the various weird races came about. But now I'm simply enjoying them too much to worry about it (unheard of for me). Then there is his prose. I am normally not too keen on overly descriptive prose but there is something about CM's that resonates with me; I find myself lingering over and re-reading phrases, sentences or whole paragraphs just to capture the full flavour (again something unheard of for me). The language is almost Shakespearian; one minute elaborate poetic description (if somehwat dark and gothic) and the next down to earth and crude (as in shifting from say King Henry's dialogues to Falstaff's). Another comparison I would make would be to Mervyn Peake and Gormenghast. I normally have a tendency to rush my books - I can't wait to turn the next page - but here I find myself wanting to take it slowly and savour the prose; again almost unheard of for me and something I haven't found since probably reading Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast books or possibly Moorcock's Glorianna (both quite a few years ago).
Finally to return to my original comments on this thread about unusual social orders, I'm not really far enough in to have a very good idea of the overall social structure of New Crobuzon but his wierd races have already given plenty of opportunity for CM to explore just that aspect. In short this book seems to be pushing all my buttons and I'm loving it. I'm going to enjoy the rest of the book and I shall certainly be continuing with more of his stuff!
PS. I only just realised that CM does have a dedication of Mervyn Peake at the beginning of the book!