D_Davis
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I didn't like Iron Dragon's Daughter much. It was way too tween-angsty for me, filled with irritating characters that made stupid decisions and grated my last nerve. It reminded me a lot of any number of high school based anime series, but with a stronger goth coating. It has some cool moments - especially during the first ~100 pages - bu after that not so much.
*****
Started The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick on Sunday. Man, what a truly dense read. It's like reading a testimony of a character trapped in a PKD book, wondering how in the heck all of this crazy stuff is happening. Only, the crazy stuff isn't happening to a character, it's happening to a real man.
It is entirely haunting, and wrought with emotion.
Thus far, the letters addressed to Claudia Bush have been the most insightful and poignant, and really do shed a lot of light on PKD the man and his stories. I'm really looking forward to going back and re-re-reading many of his books after finishing this tome.
I don't think this is a book I can devour, but, instead, it is one that I will pick at.
And so to compliment it, last night I started Vladimir Sorokin's The Queue. This is an entirely inventive novel full of energy and experimentation. Sorokin does away with almost everything we've come to expect from a book - narrative description, plot, character description - and presents to his readers a mass of people standing in a long line - for what they do not know - waiting...and waiting. Sorokin uses the microcosm of the queue to examine the broader aspects of Soviet Russia during the early 1980s. The entire "story" is told through subsequent lines of dialog detailing the various conversations happening while all of these people wait in line.
It is absolutely fascinating and beautifully executed. Sorokin is definitely becoming one of my favorite authors.
*****
Started The Exegesis of Philip K. Dick on Sunday. Man, what a truly dense read. It's like reading a testimony of a character trapped in a PKD book, wondering how in the heck all of this crazy stuff is happening. Only, the crazy stuff isn't happening to a character, it's happening to a real man.
It is entirely haunting, and wrought with emotion.
Thus far, the letters addressed to Claudia Bush have been the most insightful and poignant, and really do shed a lot of light on PKD the man and his stories. I'm really looking forward to going back and re-re-reading many of his books after finishing this tome.
I don't think this is a book I can devour, but, instead, it is one that I will pick at.
And so to compliment it, last night I started Vladimir Sorokin's The Queue. This is an entirely inventive novel full of energy and experimentation. Sorokin does away with almost everything we've come to expect from a book - narrative description, plot, character description - and presents to his readers a mass of people standing in a long line - for what they do not know - waiting...and waiting. Sorokin uses the microcosm of the queue to examine the broader aspects of Soviet Russia during the early 1980s. The entire "story" is told through subsequent lines of dialog detailing the various conversations happening while all of these people wait in line.
It is absolutely fascinating and beautifully executed. Sorokin is definitely becoming one of my favorite authors.