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Completed All Tomorrow's Parties by William Gibson a while ago and was sorely disappointed. Most of the book was up to his usual highly polished standard - stepping into his slick prose-style was as invigorating as ever - but the ending was just awful. Ludicrous technological advances, bad plot fixes, completely unconvincing survival techniques and stuff that is just plain wrong. Gibson isn't known for his tech-savvy but this book doesn't even maintain some sense of internal consistency. Oh Bill, what happened? Did you run out of ideas? Could you simply not be bothered? Were you replaced by a pod-person? Ach, it wounds me...
Iain Banks, on the other hand, is an author who continues to surprise, stimulate and internally pleasure me (mmmm...) - Look to Windward is another cracking Culture novel. Any predictability is more than outweighed by the sense of inevitability that comes with a book that is essentially a meditation on loss. I found it thought-provoking, philosophical and ultimately deeply moving. Yay.
Last up, I just finished Hawksmoor by Peter Ackroyd - believe the hype. For a goodely Part tis Writ as an Eighteenth Century Accounte of that Wretch Nicholas Dyer and the Blacke Worke of his severn Churches in London, built to Occulte Designe, they thus exhibit the seven Demons - Beydelus, Metucgayn, Adulec, Demeymes, Gadix, Uquizuz and Sol - an everlasting Order which he may run laughing throu. The rest cuts back to modern London where a series of macabre murders are taking place on the grounds of certain (can you guess which?) churches... The characterisation and insight into Dyer, Wren and the rest of the 18th C. cast is bloody superb and the whole thing is dark, brooding, chilling and informative. Loved it. |
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