Q: … I have seen two worlds now and the space between. We are a wonder... (c)
Q: I’ve never been afraid to die, which has probably been my problem on more than one Earth. (c) Just one of the problems, I bet.
Q: Another reason there are so few of me left alive: I was not a fast child. (c)
The overall rating: we start at 5 stars since I loved this one and finished it and enjoyed it a lot (even with all my grumbling!).
The adjustments:
+1 star: Caramenta, Caralee, Nelline… all of these are the parallels of our MC. Well, the one we're looking at is Caralee but hush, that's a secret. Love this twist.
Had there been no this twist, this would've been another dreary parallel-worlds-based read. But this! This twisty made it all so much more stand out!
-1 star: What I don't love so much is how it was delivered. Here's how it rolls:
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The religious are the only ones who use explosive powders anymore. ...
Voices murmur through the crowd. This is when Ruralites believe in making confession, when the fire has grabbed God’s attention and no mortal ears can hear through the explosion. So I wait, and when the next bloom of gold breaks open into the sky with a scream, I tell my truth.
“I am not Caramenta,” I say. “Caramenta is dead.” (c)
Now, let's imagine you have a powerful, lifechanging secret with unimaginable consequences. What do you do? I know, I know: you stand in the middle of a jolly croud and blurt in to the accompaniment of fireworks. Right?
Yes, supposedly they all confess like that AND they use fireworks to cover it up but has anyone ever heard fireworks? Let's just highlight that it's really challenging to get a firework blast cover whole phrases reliably. Several syllables - likely but confessing, this, Caralee, are you out of your anyworldly mind?
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- 1 star:
We are told that there are about 300 worlds that vibrate just right with ours to visit it. Now, what would that entail? That would mean that of all the universes that are slightly different from ours, only 300 are different but not too much to be visitable. We don't really know how worlds are created but basically, our every decision should have parallel worlds branching out: you take the underground instead of bus - new world. You broke your coffee mug - there should be still innumerable other worlds where it's still standing on your desk.
We learn, that the life of our MC is different enough in at least quite a lot of the worlds to, uh, warrant very different names, destinies, etc. But where are all the millions of Caramenta-containing worlds and worlds where Caralex has a very success career in the House and? Why only 300-something worlds? Are in this world-building worlds created only after a certain step slightly bigger than some constant is reached? Or are they just vising the ones that are not only not too different but also different enough? We aren't told anything about it.
+ 1 star:
The above issue is actually a nice way of structuring the plot. Just imagine how confusing it would be to compare the lives of almost-same Caramentas from worlds 1548 and 12091?
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+ 1 star: Gotta love the Eridanus Void: Q: The universe is brimming with stars and life, but there is a section of sky that is utterly dead and empty. They call it a cold spot, a supervoid, and they say it got that way because two parallel universes got too close to touching. (c)
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- 1 star:
This is NOT a powerful examination of anything other than that I need to read Brian Greene's Hidden Reality right now, much less of identity or privilege. Love the opening quote from Brian Greene's 'Hidden Reality'! The multiverse concept is mind-bending, even if well-used by other writers. Any person who thinks that this is 'a powerful examination' will believe that all poor people spend their lives being judgmentally jealous of the wealthier ones, that they walk through their lives with faces permanently scrounged in dislike of everything and greenified… That's not the fair and not the case. Some people might but that would reflect more of personal issues rather than social ones.
I think that the focus on this person being rich and that person not being rich and this person wearing clothes 'more expensive than mine' and 'rich people problems' and how people compare to me, ME, ME DEAREST… is an example of very taudry and restraining thinking. If I wanted to read something like that, I would've picked up something to read by 'bolsheviks' or USSR-written on the concept of bourgeoisie and economic exploitation and the rest of the gig. That this stuff was not written by any communists but instead by who? some California resident? is deliciously ironic. If not for that, I could've sworn that this was an anticapitalism rant in progress.
Apart from politics, when people use the terms 'rich' and 'not rich' as classifications, that's usually a sign of them feeling left out, feeling very poor and bereft of any kind of chances to change anything. AND usually they believe that both 'being rich' and 'being poor' is a stigma, some sort of not economic classification but a deep conflict that bothers them a lot. It's like some deep-seated social paranoia where people can't just stop looking at other people they consider to be 'rich' and can't help feeling judgmental about this quality.
Personally, I can't say I've ever felt this distinction to be an important one: socially, privately or in any other way. I just think there are so many better things to do with one's head other than going about life thinking who's 'rich' and who isn't. Besides, there are so many shades of 'rich', definitely more than shades of snow for Eskimos. But that's probably just my headspace being my headspace.
So, the bottomline is that reading about this MC is very much likely to give me a very intense eyeballs workout. I totally should just DNF this right away. After the 1st very shallow chapter. But… as a glutton for punishment, I'll press on. Yay to me.
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The overall rating: 5 stars.
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Lgbt… doesn't seem very well-developed… Well, it is there, let it be.
Nyame: goddess of the planets and dark. It's supposedly her who gives the traversers kisses (with teeth) / beatings. (Kidding! That's not precisely so.)
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Too bad they don't really get to visit any really alient worlds.
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Their religion is a mish-mash: they read the Bible and Quaran simultaneously and worship Mary and Krishna side by side. Also, confessing to fireworks? Strangely that makes sense in the Caramenta way.
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Ruralites aren’t allowed to be angry, not at other people, because it would violate their code of endless compassion and understanding. (c) Oh, another unhealthy thing.
'Rich' is used 15 time throughout the novel:
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people edging out other people to make money buying and selling something invisible just sounds like rich-people problems. (c)
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She’s a rich person, but the kind who’s always going to be rich. Rich so far back it’d take two generations of fuckups for her family to go broke. There’s a lot of this up here in the city. Not new-money rich people, like Adam Bosch, but whole rich families where the wealth is spread out among the members so it doesn’t attract attention. (c)
A lot of comparing oneself with other people happens (no, this is not an examination of privilege or belonging, this is an illustration of personal insecurities, lead either by social issues experience or by pretty much any other stuff):
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She was always smart, savvier than me, so her procedural answer was a hint to drop it. (c)
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It would reek of gratitude. And maybe she’d be insecure, think she was less than me. I don’t want to make Dell feel like that, don’t want to make her feel the way she makes me feel. (c)
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All that subtle anger I’d harbored against her, thinking she thought she was better than me, did she feel it? (c)
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She takes it as an insult, which I take as an insult. We can’t ever really talk. I want to take her hands and tell her that, yes, she is better than me but that is because she is better than me. (c) THAN ME, THAN ME, THAN ME. Gosh. That's a thoroughly unpleasant way to think one's way through life, isn't it?
More social unequity obsession (very unhealthy):
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These days I look for status by reading clothes, haircuts, and high-dollar wrist cuffs, but this too-pretty runner reminds me that I grew up wanting to lick silver teeth. (c) Disgusting.
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He is blond, like his daughter. It’s an advertisement. Real Wileyites have white hair and skin so pale it’s a shade off blue. Daniel’s hair reminds his congregation that his great-grandfather came here willingly as a missionary from the city, not as a refugee or migrant trying to get into it. (c) Advertisement? What was the guy supposed to do about his hair and skin? This sounds like he was doing this on purpose.
Now, this is powerful:
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REASONS I HAVE DIED:
The emperor of the wasteland wanted to make an example of my mother, and started with me.
One of my mother’s boyfriends wanted to cover up what he did to me.
I was born addicted and my lungs didn’t develop.
I was born addicted and my brain didn’t develop.
I was left alone, and a stranger came along.
The runners came for a neighbor, and I was in the way.
The runners came for my mother, and I was in the way.
The runners came for my mother’s boyfriend, and I was in the way.
The runners came for no one, serving nothing at all but chaos and fear, and I was what they found.
Sometimes, I was just forgotten in the shed where she kept me while she worked or spun out, and in the length of her high and the heat of the sun I fell asleep alone and hungry and forever. (c)
The romance bits are so great:
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she finally understands that all my flirting is just hiding in plain sight, just being so obvious she’d never guess she is the one thing on this world that I know and all I want. (c)
Plain inconsistencies:
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At least when we were poor she was original, painting murals on the concrete with the same paste she used to dye her hair. (c) They were supposed to be poor. And yet pain walls with hair dye paste? Imagine painting one's walls with hair dye - wouldn't that be wasteful (if not impractical?)
Other interesting bits:
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Of the 380 Earths with which we can resonate, I’m dead in 372. No, 373 now. (c)
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EVEN WORTHLESS THINGS can become valuable once they become rare. This is the grand lesson of my life. (c)
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Of course, humanity couldn’t just look. We had to enter. We had to touch and taste and take.
But the universe said no. (c)
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You’re an anomaly the universe won’t allow, and she’ll send you back broken in half if she has to. (c) She? Now, that's unexpected for English.
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He thinks if I study the figures and look for patterns the way analysts do, I’ll be valuable to the company for more than my mortality rate. (c)
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Most of my deaths can be linked directly to my mother. (c)
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“So look for me,” she says. “I’m only missing on a few hundred worlds, and this is just one more. I recommend Earth 83 me. She’s my favorite.” (c)
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She needs my absence more than anything. A witness to the shame makes it worse, even if it’s a friend. (c)
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THERE ARE INFINITE worlds. Worlds upon worlds into absurdity, which means there are probably worlds where I am a plant or a dolphin or where I never drew breath at all. But we can’t see those. (с)
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There is something gratifying about going places where I’m dead and touching things I was never even meant to see. (c)
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… deep down, I don’t want to fit in. I don’t want to look like I belong there, because one day I want to pretend I never did. (c)
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… that’s what a sister is: a piece of yourself you can finally love, because it’s in someone else. (c)
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growing up under the threat of starvation and homelessness means nothing will ever quite feel like pressure again. (c)
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I dated a man a few years back who had never worn an untailored suit or cut his own hair, and who fell fast in love with my durability. He liked the way nothing shook me, not a house fire, not an approaching storm. The way he could count on me to never be afraid was its own aphrodisiac to an only son who’d been raised sheltered and fragile. I liked his fragility, how easily shocked he was, how he never thought to hide it. (c) Oh, wow! I love this take on the dysfunctional couples.
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“There are three hundred and eighty worlds. You think I can have over sixty worlds studied by next week?”
“There are three hundred and eighty-two. Worlds that used to resonate but have gone silent are included on the test too.”
“I wasn’t even working when 382 went dark!”
“Then you’ll get to learn something new. Isn’t that exciting?”
“Riveting.” (c)
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I’m the best in the universe at letting bad shit happen to me.” (c)
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But secretly, I find the company progress meetings exciting. (c)
Ok, now I'm really scared of Caramenta or whoever she is!
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Dell doesn’t quite meet my eyes as she readies me, just like everyone looked away from me in the hall. I’m Eldridge’s dead girl walking. (c) Huh.
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What they don’t tell you about getting everything you ever wanted is the cold-sweat panic when you think about losing it (c)
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You’d think someone who’d seen her own corpse would be smarter than that. (c)
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I’ve been to worlds where plants kill, where people don’t wear color, where the sun sets too soon. I’ve seen the impossible, but nothing so impossible as this. (c)
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… you can’t ever know another person. Which is why you should never admire anyone. (c)