Wednesday, October 05, 2005

For what it's worth:

My top three SpecFic book picks from
Apex digest Reviews


Shadow of the Torturer by Gene Wolf - The first book in the Urth of the New Sun tetralogy, and perhaps the bar-setter for New Weird published back when the rest of the genre world was still getting to grips with Cyberpunk. Set in an ancient future, Wolfe's literary masterwork speaks to the present about truth and identity through his narrative of a young torturer's journey from apprentice to emperor and saviour. I recommend this book because it will lead you into Wolfe's world which comes full circle through two subsequent trilogies.

The Player of Games by Iain M. Banks - A single book that displays the Culture, Banks' amusingly insightful and deeply disturbing dys-utopic galactic civilisation, in exquisite relief. A single book that showcases Banks' ability to show a reader a doorway leading to depravity and inhumanity, and for the reader to willingly pass through. A single book that holds between its thin covers a dissection of morality and western politics presented in rich, clever, and exciting SF prose. If you only ever read one SF book, then read this one.

The Real Story: The Gap Into Conflict by Stephen Donaldson - Genre writing is a fickle world, and nothing highlights that fickle nature so much as that Stephen Donaldson is famous for 'Thomas Covenant' rather than his Wagnerian Ring cycle inspired Gap series. The fabulously flawed main characters are introduced in The Real Story, and the scene is set for the grand events of the subsequent books in the series. Without doubt, Donaldson's SF offering is the most pure and mature example of Space Opera to enter the popular market. The Real Story is the first (and shortest) of five books that combine page-turning action with operatic plotlines to produce that rare thing: a SpecFic book genuinely written for adults.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Ivan Prokopchuk said...

Oh what the hell. I just chanced
upon a Canadian post titled
RIGOROUS INTUITION and read a blog by Jeff Wells titled The Colour Out
of Space, and what do I see? Sixty-nine responses, interesting enough since Jeff Wells' novel has a naked guy on the cover, you bet your leaf, man!
After slogging my way through the
responses, I found one that was
apposite. Rock that sh*t, homie!
The correspondent more or less said, what does all this occult stuff mean withouth a poetic matrix?
It's like images conjured by Bob
Marley without the accompanying poetry, the ragae songs.
So what is near-moonbat auguring of the occult without a narrative, without steampunk? The narrative is
everything.
Ivan

9:58 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home