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tense
fast-paced
adventurous
funny
medium-paced
dark
mysterious
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
A complicated book to review. It certainly was an experience to read it. I would classify it as "New Weird" but I'm unsure that it fits into any classification, it is certainly unique ...
Oof - this was a bit of a ride. I'm definitely getting the next one to read...
adventurous
dark
mysterious
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
I need to somehow make a giant flashing neon reminder to myself: HEY, ME. YOU DON'T LIKE DRUG NOVELS. NEVER.
I always *think* I like drug novels. I like the idea of the fantasyland that the drugs create, sometimes even the worldbuilding behind the drugs. And then I open them up, and they're all the same. All the same pontificating and navelgazing, the same flourishing prose with no direction, the same ethereal grandiosity, the same trying to describe being on drugs to a sober person sounds dumb.
I fall for it EVERY TIME and Vurt is no different, even if it's trying to be made out of the same cyperpunk starstuff that birthed A Clockwork Orange or Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (which I also hated! Get a clue, me!)
There are alien feathers that get you high and a quest for a missing sister? A "if you die in the game YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE" mechanic? I quit at page 60, because I HATE DRUG NOVELS.
I always *think* I like drug novels. I like the idea of the fantasyland that the drugs create, sometimes even the worldbuilding behind the drugs. And then I open them up, and they're all the same. All the same pontificating and navelgazing, the same flourishing prose with no direction, the same ethereal grandiosity, the same trying to describe being on drugs to a sober person sounds dumb.
I fall for it EVERY TIME and Vurt is no different, even if it's trying to be made out of the same cyperpunk starstuff that birthed A Clockwork Orange or Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (which I also hated! Get a clue, me!)
There are alien feathers that get you high and a quest for a missing sister? A "if you die in the game YOU DIE IN REAL LIFE" mechanic? I quit at page 60, because I HATE DRUG NOVELS.
Damn! It's weird and I've no idea how to rate it... I'll stick with 3 stars because it's right in the middle, but I think this book was a little too much for my mind -.-'
Gritty and imaginative, could only come from a mind allowed to run free with little care for formula fiction. Loved it.