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Spoonbenders
by Daryl Gregory
I don't think it's possible for me not to love a Daryl Gregory book.
Families are a strange and terrible and sometimes amazing fucked up things, and I believe in many ways "Spoonbenders" capture their complexity.
For a week or two, I felt I too was a Telemachus.
I loved Irene, which I now think of as my spirit animal. I loved-hated Teddy, which was both an adored figure and an asshole. I missed Maureen, the greatest mom ever, and a strong-ass woman. I loved buddy, but also pitted him and sometimes was angry with him. Most of the time I loathed and despised Frankie, but at the end learned to love him too. Because by the end of the book, as I said, there were all my family.
Other than that, I really enjoyed how the book played with the concepts of "real magic" versus tricks and deception. In the begging of the book, you might be tempted to think the Telemachus family are either fake, or "the real thing". However, throughout the book Gregory teaches us this is not black and white. You can be real in some ways and fake than others. Moreover, belief and faith can account to very real things.
Finally, you can say the book plot itself is some sort of a magic trick. Bit by bit, thing falls into place, until they reach a the conclusion. The magician bows, the crowd applause. And Teddy Telemachus smiles a crooked smile.
Families are a strange and terrible and sometimes amazing fucked up things, and I believe in many ways "Spoonbenders" capture their complexity.
For a week or two, I felt I too was a Telemachus.
I loved Irene, which I now think of as my spirit animal. I loved-hated Teddy, which was both an adored figure and an asshole. I missed Maureen, the greatest mom ever, and a strong-ass woman. I loved buddy, but also pitted him and sometimes was angry with him. Most of the time I loathed and despised Frankie, but at the end learned to love him too. Because by the end of the book, as I said, there were all my family.
Other than that, I really enjoyed how the book played with the concepts of "real magic" versus tricks and deception. In the begging of the book, you might be tempted to think the Telemachus family are either fake, or "the real thing". However, throughout the book Gregory teaches us this is not black and white. You can be real in some ways and fake than others. Moreover, belief and faith can account to very real things.
Finally, you can say the book plot itself is some sort of a magic trick. Bit by bit, thing falls into place, until they reach a the conclusion. The magician bows, the crowd applause. And Teddy Telemachus smiles a crooked smile.