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joey_jojo_junior_shabadoo 's review for:
Leviathan Wakes
by James S.A. Corey
DID NOT FINISH: 44%
A perfect example of the "She breasted across the room boobily" style of writing.
The writing of this book is hilariously bad. I genuinely don't understand how this series got so popular.
For reference, I'm reading The Devils by Joe Abercrombie and just read two chapters in a row talking about the character's genitals, and I'm laughing and having a great time. After two chapters of Leviathan Wakes talking about genitals, I'm asking, "This again, really?"
It screams written-by-men-in-a-locker-room. Some of my favourite books are written by men, but until now I've never read a book "written by a man" if you get my meaning.
Here are some examples of what I'm talking about:
A character is given a protein bar and he says it looks like a dildo.
A doctor, mourning the deaths of all of his friends, reminisces about all the good times he treated their genital warts.
Every woman in this book has their body commented on by a man. Specifically whether or not they'd sleep with them in the end.
A character who had a sweet budding romance with another character, starts to lust after the only other female character THE SAME CHAPTER the first one dies. He was mourning deeply on the previous page!
The sentence, "Until my prostate was as dry as the Sahara."
A woman's corpse is described after dying to a disease, aaaannnnd they found a way to talk about her vulva.
There are no supermarkets, post offices, schools, or anything else regular in space. Everything is either a brothel or a casino. Like... Everything! There are brothels present not just on the colony, but the space station too, and even the starship carrying you between them. Just brothels? That's it?
Every background character walking around is a prostitute, and if there's no prostitute on the page then, honest to god, the characters are talking about their previous experiences with prostitutes or asking where the prostitutes are. If everyone in the solar system is a prostitute, then who's paying them for services? Other prostitutes?
A main character gets asked to investigate a woman who's gone missing and his first question is, "Was she raped?" What? That's the first question?
Now, I did take a break for a few days and decided to come back and give it another go, because people do seem to like it, so maybe I was being too harsh. This was the opening to the next chapter:
"Around them, the hotel restaurant was busy. Last shift’s prostitutes mixed with the next shift’s tourists and businessmen at the cheap pink-lit buffet."
I laughed so hard that I couldn't continue. Every time I pick it back up I laugh at this page. There's seriously no escape. Not even for a single chapter. I'll never understand the popularity behind this awful writing.
The writing of this book is hilariously bad. I genuinely don't understand how this series got so popular.
For reference, I'm reading The Devils by Joe Abercrombie and just read two chapters in a row talking about the character's genitals, and I'm laughing and having a great time. After two chapters of Leviathan Wakes talking about genitals, I'm asking, "This again, really?"
It screams written-by-men-in-a-locker-room. Some of my favourite books are written by men, but until now I've never read a book "written by a man" if you get my meaning.
Here are some examples of what I'm talking about:
A character is given a protein bar and he says it looks like a dildo.
A doctor, mourning the deaths of all of his friends, reminisces about all the good times he treated their genital warts.
Every woman in this book has their body commented on by a man. Specifically whether or not they'd sleep with them in the end.
A character who had a sweet budding romance with another character, starts to lust after the only other female character THE SAME CHAPTER the first one dies. He was mourning deeply on the previous page!
The sentence, "Until my prostate was as dry as the Sahara."
A woman's corpse is described after dying to a disease, aaaannnnd they found a way to talk about her vulva.
There are no supermarkets, post offices, schools, or anything else regular in space. Everything is either a brothel or a casino. Like... Everything! There are brothels present not just on the colony, but the space station too, and even the starship carrying you between them. Just brothels? That's it?
Every background character walking around is a prostitute, and if there's no prostitute on the page then, honest to god, the characters are talking about their previous experiences with prostitutes or asking where the prostitutes are. If everyone in the solar system is a prostitute, then who's paying them for services? Other prostitutes?
A main character gets asked to investigate a woman who's gone missing and his first question is, "Was she raped?" What? That's the first question?
Now, I did take a break for a few days and decided to come back and give it another go, because people do seem to like it, so maybe I was being too harsh. This was the opening to the next chapter:
"Around them, the hotel restaurant was busy. Last shift’s prostitutes mixed with the next shift’s tourists and businessmen at the cheap pink-lit buffet."
I laughed so hard that I couldn't continue. Every time I pick it back up I laugh at this page. There's seriously no escape. Not even for a single chapter. I'll never understand the popularity behind this awful writing.