So I'm now reading The Book of the New Sun, starting with Shadow and Claw.
Initial impression after chapter 1 - approx 30 pages...
Nothing much has happened, am I'm personally finding the reading a little limp and prosaic. The style itself reminds me of late 19th century writers, but without the rich prose or evocative vocabulary - sort of like Arthur Machen on valium.
Use of first person is a little disorientating, but so far does nothing to draw me particularly in. I keep thinking of putting it down and reading LeGuinn instead.
There's a scene in a cemetary with grave robbers, but Severian's motivations seem confused and there's little sense of action of adrenaline. Somehow I think Gene Wolfe senses this - rather than simply have a melee in the graveyard, he has to reminisce on Severian's near drowning earlier, as if to add a little more punch to what is otherwise a fairly dull chapter.
The constant dropping of terminology I don't mind - but, again, it doesn't help draw the reading in when the tone of the writing itself seems unfocussed and lugubruious.
I'll definitely continue on, though - reviews of the story have always suggested a satisfying intellectual dimension. I've complained before that Peter F Hamilton and George R R Martin can write scenes but not tell stories - maybe Gene Wolfe is the reverese - he can't write scenes but he can tell stories...
More later.
Initial impression after chapter 1 - approx 30 pages...
Nothing much has happened, am I'm personally finding the reading a little limp and prosaic. The style itself reminds me of late 19th century writers, but without the rich prose or evocative vocabulary - sort of like Arthur Machen on valium.
Use of first person is a little disorientating, but so far does nothing to draw me particularly in. I keep thinking of putting it down and reading LeGuinn instead.
There's a scene in a cemetary with grave robbers, but Severian's motivations seem confused and there's little sense of action of adrenaline. Somehow I think Gene Wolfe senses this - rather than simply have a melee in the graveyard, he has to reminisce on Severian's near drowning earlier, as if to add a little more punch to what is otherwise a fairly dull chapter.
The constant dropping of terminology I don't mind - but, again, it doesn't help draw the reading in when the tone of the writing itself seems unfocussed and lugubruious.
I'll definitely continue on, though - reviews of the story have always suggested a satisfying intellectual dimension. I've complained before that Peter F Hamilton and George R R Martin can write scenes but not tell stories - maybe Gene Wolfe is the reverese - he can't write scenes but he can tell stories...
More later.