I am, once more, rendered incoherent by Li's
writing. I genuinely can't fathom how anyone is capable of producing anything
simultaneously so precise yet so supple, so pitiless yet so profoundly humane.
A full compendium of M. John Harrison’s
Viriconium stories, originally published separately (as three short novels and
a short story collection) between 1971 and 1985. I’ve previously written about how
superb Harrison is as a stylist, and while that’s clearly evident here, I also
suspect that reading all these stories together like this didn’t really do them
Continuing what has become an impromptu ‘CompetentWomen’ season here on this is how she fight start, we have the first volume of
Rosemary Kirstein’s long- and glacially slow-running Steerswoman series.
Working my way through the canon. Slim
book, fat (if not entirely watertight) ideas. Thinking of collating a
Linguistics in SF list. There’s this, Embassytown, Snow Crash, and of course 1984. Any other ideas?
I enjoyed this book. In places I enjoyed it
very much indeed. Please bear that in mind, as I’m going to spend most of what
follows talking about its many faults. Though to be honest, they’re all really manifestations
of one fault. It is all, appropriately enough, just a little too… a little too.