This book was my runner-up selection in my public library's “Masked Book Challenge.” I initially drew Richard Doetsch's The 13th Hour, which was lessThis book was my runner-up selection in my public library's “Masked Book Challenge.” I initially drew Richard Doetsch's The 13th Hour, which was less than stellar. However, I'm happy to report that Max Barry's narrative style drew me in and kept me reading.
The general premise is in the near future, your last name is the company that you work for. (This brings a new and terrible resonance to corporate managers' insistent assertions that, “We *own* you.” ) This results in the characters touting the monikers some very familiar American companies and organization (Nike, Visa, McDonald's, and even NRA). And for those of you who think American business should take over the world... here's a cautionary tale.
In the book's disclaimer, Australian author Max Barry thumbs his nose at American legal eagles by essentially insisting, “It's work of fiction. So don't get uptight about your company names in this novel.” Good for you, Max.
Don't read this when you're tired, because you may have difficulty keeping some of the characters straight. Also, there's occasional profanity, for those of you who may wish to avoid it.
So who is Jennifer Government? Why does her former coworker call her “Malibu?” And what's with the UPC code tattooed under her eye?
I picked this up as part of my local public library's summer reading program. Unfortunately, the author mentions a “dark-haired man,” goes on to descrI picked this up as part of my local public library's summer reading program. Unfortunately, the author mentions a “dark-haired man,” goes on to describe the gun on the table, mentions the man again, and then suddenly drops the names of two different characters. Are there three men in the room with the gun? It's nearly impossible to say, and all this happens in just the first two pages.
By page seven, the author randomly tosses in an arbitrary flashback of gratuitous sex. Already? What about the backward time travel an hour at a time/“fix it as you go” device mentioned on the dust jacket?
Sorry, I couldn't read any more. A fascinating premise, but poor execution fails to draw the reader in.
This book was exactly what I needed when I needed it. The basic techniques are simple and straightforward, but powerful at the same time. The author eThis book was exactly what I needed when I needed it. The basic techniques are simple and straightforward, but powerful at the same time. The author explains how to start with a simple verbal hook, set it to a melody, find a pleasing chord progression that goes underneath, and build the rest of a song outward from there.
While none of the songs I began creating while reading this book sound nothing like the three songs on the enclosed CD, I'm happy to report they all sound exactly like me. Inglis explains you need to be able to play at least one of three basic instruments – guitar, piano, or computer – to begin building songs using these techniques. Inglis includes some audio loops on the CD as a starting point for computer-based experimenters.
Inglis also includes hints for taking your songwriting skills outside of the studio, but I'm happy to use his information strictly at home for now. :D
Kevin J. Anderson "adventures hard, so we don't have to!" With Part II of the "Saga of Shadows" trilogy, Anderson spins more new compelling tales in hKevin J. Anderson "adventures hard, so we don't have to!" With Part II of the "Saga of Shadows" trilogy, Anderson spins more new compelling tales in his personal space opera universe. Thankfully, Anderson took the time to re-read his seven-volume "Saga of Seven Suns" series, taking notes along the way to plan his next big adventure, which is set 20 years after the original Saga.
Here Anderson is at the top of his game, pumping on all cylinders, and negotiating precarious curves in Blood of the Cosmos. He throws in foreshadowing at just the right time, pulling the reader further into the narrative. Anderson will mention a character near the end of a chapter, and then switch to that character's viewpoint. That's how Anderson effectively grabs the reader's attention, pulling them even deeper into the story.
I found myself reluctant to read through the book all at once, and tried to savor the experience. Once again, Anderson continues to work in allusions to (and sometimes direct quotes of) lyrics written by his Clockwork Angels collaborator and Rush drummer Neil Peart.
The only disadvantage to reading a series before all of the volumes have been published means the reader has to wait anxiously until the next volume comes out. However, the flipside of that scenario means you can re-read the previous volumes just before the new one comes out, and enjoy those story threads once again!
I try to be patient waiting for each new project Kevin J. Anderson releases, but frankly, that's *tough* to do! I'm just glad that Anderson is able to keep sharing his creations with us. Of course, the same goes for his collaborator who considers himself "Just a Guy." :D
Is it magic, or high-tech science? Schroeder rises to the challenge while gradually uncovering the mystery behind the "magic."
All of his characters cIs it magic, or high-tech science? Schroeder rises to the challenge while gradually uncovering the mystery behind the "magic."
All of his characters change over the course of the novel, while wrestling with their personal hard decisions. A very satisfying read.
I've been reading several series lately (Kevin J. Anderson's "Hellhole," Jeffrey A. Carver's "Chaos Chronicles"), so I was expecting some followup novels to this one. But Schroeder packs away all the loose ends in this stand-alone story, and does it skillfully.
Occasional profanity early on, but *much* more captivating than, say, Peter Watt's "Behemoth," which I walked away from early on.
Good science fiction premises to begin with, then we gradually find out the protagonist is socially inept, and incapable of carrying on reasonable matGood science fiction premises to begin with, then we gradually find out the protagonist is socially inept, and incapable of carrying on reasonable mature relationships with others. Add the 20th century profanity storm which erupts during an argument, followed by uncomfortable and disturbing sexual exchanges.
I dumped this one at (virtual) page number 101 out of 656. If you insist that your "literature" leave you feeling gross and disgusting, this is for you.
It's *definitely* not for me. I'm lumping Watts into my Lois Lowry "I'm never reading *this* author again" category.
I found the e-book version of this novel (published c. 1941) several months ago, but finally got around to reading it. Two episodes are contained, theI found the e-book version of this novel (published c. 1941) several months ago, but finally got around to reading it. Two episodes are contained, there's a cliffhanger ending, and... Edgar Rice Burroughs *never got back to this series.* (mock sobbing)
Too bad, because he did a good job of setting up a new playground for himself. The self-effacing protagonist is a fighter pilot who finds himself a *very* long way from home.
ERB uses a seemingly endless war on another planet to comment on warfare in general, how it affects individuals in society, and the real-life "trickle-down" effects of Communism.
Again, I'm sorry ERB never got back to this setting.
I downloaded the book for free through BookBub, but I couldn't get past the first page in my e-reader. The prose's meaning is less than clear, and theI downloaded the book for free through BookBub, but I couldn't get past the first page in my e-reader. The prose's meaning is less than clear, and the style is "fuzzy," for lack of a better way to put it.
Albrinck is still writing his "first million words [before discovering how to really write]," to quote Stephen King. He has plenty of potential, but his ideas are outstripping his execution right now.
Time to get cracking on the rest of those million words so Albrinck can finally get to the good stuff.