A review by blayke
Broken Stars: Contemporary Chinese Science Fiction in Translation by Ken Liu

3.0

To my friends who only speak French, I’m sorry but this review will be only in English since I’m just compiling here my favourite quotes from this book, that I read as an advent calendar book.
Pour mes amis ne parlant que français, je suis désolée mais cette chronique ne sera rédigée qu’en anglais, vu que je me contente ici de compiler mes citations favorites de ce livre, que j’ai lu à titre de livre de l’avent.

Melancholy: Yes, I know you crave to be hugged by this world, too.
Moonlight: I can tell you a secret about life: once you realize how insignificant the individual is in the vastness of space-time, you can face anything.
Broken Stars: From now on, you can blame me the way you blame fate.
Submarines: That night seemed to last forever, though I never once thought of death, only soaking in the poignancy meaning-lessness of life itself.
Salinger and the Koreans: The human race’s universal greed for wealth. It was truly tragic.
Under a dangling sky: The sky that you had been so entranced by before was nothing more than the shadow of a single leaf.
What has passed shall in kinder light appear: Perhaps you’re right. But the meaning of freedom is that you can always choose, though there is no promise that your choice will become reality.
Maybe this is a cheap consolation, but other than this, we have nothing.
The new year train: Lots of times, when the starting point and the destination are fixed – say, birth and death – why do most people rush toward the end?
The robot who liked to tell tall tales: Death probably doesn’t have any friends.
The snow of Jinyang: Fortunately, people in this city have a habit of pissing anywhere there’s a wall.
The restaurant at the end of the universe: You have to let go of yourself, join yourself to the world without resistance or hate.
The first emperor’s games: Obviously, playing games taught important managements skills.
Reflection: Everyone’s future is in their heart.
The brain box: Only the young can be reckless enough to accept the prospect of revealing to the world the nakedness of their thoughts, secure in the belief that the moment of reckoning will not come until decades in the future.
Coming of the light: Whether you put your hand on a Bible or an Ipad, in the end you were praying to the same god.
A history of future illness: In the end, logic won over emotion.