Sally Ann Melia
Sally Ann Melia, SF&F
John Jarrold recommended this book to me as an example of new SF published in 2013. So I was keen to have a read and see what was deemed to be the most creative new Science Fiction of the decade.
I was sorely disappointed.
It starts with the most peculiar opening sequence I have yet had the misfortune to read.
"It had no visible auditory organs, just eyes, human eyes, hundreds of them, in the ends of stalks that radiate from its body like exotic fruit."
Ok, so far so inventive.In the first 13 pages the novel changes POV thirteen times. It is not clear if we are seeing the jumbled memories of one person. Or several people looking at different sides of the same puzzle, or in fact what the story is at all.
You're not sure if the main character is male or female, and this is even more confusing because then you are not sure if they are lesbian or straight. Or since names are often dispensed with, whether that bodily part belongs to that character, or indeed that scene is one of their memories or somebody else's all together, it is hard to discern.
We get game-death, prison, aliens and sex in the first 13 pages, which I am sure sounds encouraging, but who was doing what with whom? And when? And what any of this had to bear with the story? And where was the plot? Was there a plot? What the hell? I was still confused.
I did plough on with this narrative, and I also tried reading the last chapter to see if that helped, then I read the cover blurb, and the introduction by the author. Finally I gave up.
This was recommended to me as an example of contemporary published, commercial?, science fiction.
I did not enjoy it. What can I say: Read it and weep!
I was sorely disappointed.
It starts with the most peculiar opening sequence I have yet had the misfortune to read.
"It had no visible auditory organs, just eyes, human eyes, hundreds of them, in the ends of stalks that radiate from its body like exotic fruit."
Ok, so far so inventive.In the first 13 pages the novel changes POV thirteen times. It is not clear if we are seeing the jumbled memories of one person. Or several people looking at different sides of the same puzzle, or in fact what the story is at all.
You're not sure if the main character is male or female, and this is even more confusing because then you are not sure if they are lesbian or straight. Or since names are often dispensed with, whether that bodily part belongs to that character, or indeed that scene is one of their memories or somebody else's all together, it is hard to discern.
We get game-death, prison, aliens and sex in the first 13 pages, which I am sure sounds encouraging, but who was doing what with whom? And when? And what any of this had to bear with the story? And where was the plot? Was there a plot? What the hell? I was still confused.
I did plough on with this narrative, and I also tried reading the last chapter to see if that helped, then I read the cover blurb, and the introduction by the author. Finally I gave up.
This was recommended to me as an example of contemporary published, commercial?, science fiction.
I did not enjoy it. What can I say: Read it and weep!