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A review by hypops
Days of Hate Act Two by Aleš Kot, Danijel Žeželj, Tom Muller, Jordie Bellaire
2.0
Like many books before it, Days of Hate runs aground on the Shoals of Unfulfilled Promise. Sure, what was good in the first volume is still good in the second, but what had been minor irritations are now major distractions.
This second volume falls too much in love with its own long-winded and self-indulgent monologues, witticisms, Socratic-style dialogues, and other self-consciously “deep” thoughts. In its worst moments, it reads like a comic written by the awful philosophy major in the front row of your undergrad history class whose answer to every question began with the phrase “Well, actually...”
There’s almost no action, suspense, or intrigue, and what little there is has been buried beneath pretense and bluster or spoiled by the overall bleak and cynical tone of the book. If, as the book seems to suggest, nothing’s really at stake and nothing will ever change, would it even matter if anything finally *did* happen in the book?
This second volume falls too much in love with its own long-winded and self-indulgent monologues, witticisms, Socratic-style dialogues, and other self-consciously “deep” thoughts. In its worst moments, it reads like a comic written by the awful philosophy major in the front row of your undergrad history class whose answer to every question began with the phrase “Well, actually...”
There’s almost no action, suspense, or intrigue, and what little there is has been buried beneath pretense and bluster or spoiled by the overall bleak and cynical tone of the book. If, as the book seems to suggest, nothing’s really at stake and nothing will ever change, would it even matter if anything finally *did* happen in the book?