Thursday, November 18, 2010

China Miéville's Perdido Street Station

Where to begin with this book? That's kind of hard to answer since I don't clearly remember where the book began, seeing how its completely unrelated to the conclusion of the book. I enjoyed the book and the man clearly has the imagination of someone on some serious drugs. Its just... I'm not totally sure what just happened. Bug people and political science and crisis energy and killer insects and reanimated corpses? It was almost too much.

Additionally, next to nothing in any of the characters' story lines get resolved by the end. What kind of book does that? Only one living character has any sort of resolution at all and the remaining characters don't even hold over to the sequels. What gives, man? I actually liked a few of these characters and now they've just wandered off into the ether of your crazed psyche.

Maybe I'm being too hard on the book. The characters were enjoyable, the dialogue lively and entertaining, and the descriptions were vivid (to say the least). The writing was really, really good. It was just a mess of good writing, is all. I've been told that even the author acknowledged this and he turns it around for the better in the other books. I'll give it a shot one day. I'm sure my first book won't be as good as this one, so who am I to criticize? In the meantime, I'm going back to some classic sci-fi with some giant sandworms.

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