One of the best things about having a Kindle is the free offers that are constantly flung onto the internet. This lets me take a chance on a book I'veOne of the best things about having a Kindle is the free offers that are constantly flung onto the internet. This lets me take a chance on a book I've never heard of before, by an author I've also never head before, at no cost to myself except for time.
That's how we find the diamond in the rough.
Hedon is a creative take on the overpopulation themed post-apocalypse. It's REPO! The Genetic Opera meets Logan's Run, complete with life or death games for the amusement of the masses, and repossession of things one would think cannot be repossessed. In this case, memories.
The year is 2051 and for the good of the world, society has been divided into two castes, separated by a wall. On one side is the metropolis known as Shangri. Filled with brothels and opium dens and porn, people can live like kings, as long as they're happy and spread that happiness around. On the other side is where the destitute live, the Breeders. Those who must make the best with what they have.
When married Breeder couple Cyan and Gemini win the lottery and are allowed access to Shangri and permission to have a child, they think their dreams come true...
The author has created a vivid world, filled out by great characters. Each are distinct with rich back stories that are gradually pieced together. The villain is interesting and a relentless force.
It's unpredictable. I don't mean that there are twists for the sake of twists, I mean that where the story begins and where it ends are two very different places, but the progression of events are fluid and organic.
The economics of the world are interesting. The more good deeds you do, the more altruism points you get. Then you can spend those, your hedons, for pleasure. But never take more than you give, or the Tax Man will come to collect.
The idea of forced homosexuality, while not unique, is interesting. Especially if you assume it's a natural outgrowth of "What if homosexuality is a biological switch nature flicked on to control the population?"
There were a few tiny things that caught in my craw though.
Every time I read "hedon", I followed it up with "Apply directly to the forehead". This is my problem and I need to deal with it in my own way.
There was a character called Mascara because of his heavy mascara. No one knew his name so he was described as "Mascara", as one would say "the boy" or "The tall man". Later, he introduces himself to another character and says his name is Mascara. It just threw me a bit because up until that point the author was doing a good job keeping things like that in check.
Some of the violence was to cartoonish levels with very little commentary. People are slaughtered left and right like the Unstoppable Juggernaught was racing through and nothing...happened. No commentary on the slaughter, no people mourning, no "My cabbages!", nothing.
None of these things were too much to distract from my enjoyment of the story though. A solid, fun, at times depressing, story. I recommend it for those who love dystopia but need it drawn with a new set of crayons....more
I received this story for free in exchange for an honest review.
I was contacted with regards to this novelette by the author, who compared it favorablI received this story for free in exchange for an honest review.
I was contacted with regards to this novelette by the author, who compared it favorably to my absolute favourite novel John Dies At the End. At first I was going to pass by the request but hey, it was short and another Goodreads friend was reading it. Plus, I really, really liked the title.
I don't have a lot to say.
I didn't care for this story.
A third of it feels like someone from Idiocracy is trying to re-write a Warren Ellis story, another third feels like soft-core porn, and the final third feels like the author is bored with this part, and wants to get to the good stuff. Which will be in book 3 or something.
There was absolutely no humour, unless gigantically endowed men are automatically funny. There was one joke, but it made me sneer with fake laughter. Not the intended reaction.
There was no heart, a woman's sister is killed and she doesn't acknowledge it. A bunch of little children are brutally slaughtered and no one sheds a tear. Characters are name dropped out of the blue with no description or reason for being there. I'm looking at you, Ted.
I am vaguely interested in the body snatching demon, but not how the book suddenly goes into "It is YOU who are the monster!" mode.
Is this absurdest literature? Is that just not my thing? I've read a couple of absurdest stories, John Dies... and it's sequel, but more recently, Sociopaths in Love, which I liked for the most part.
And did I really, really just read the phrase "Inner goddess"?
Can we keep the Inner Goddess locked up in Christian Grey's Red Room, please?
I feel bad about this review, because Haydn, you seem like a nice dude. No hard feelings, keep doing you....more