Thursday, August 26, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
“A postmodern visionary who is also a master of styles and genres, David Mitchell combines flat-out adventure, a Nabokvia love of puzzles, a keen eye for character, and a taste for mind-bending philosophical and scientific speculation in the tradition of Umberto Eco and Philip K. Dick. The result is brilliantly original fiction that reveals how disparate people connect, how their fates intertwice, and how their souls drift across time like clouds across the sky.”
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
“Oh, once you’ve been initiated into the Elderly, the world doesn’t want you back…We—by whom I mean anyone over sixty—commit two offenses just by existing. One is Lack of Velocity. We drive too slowly, walk too slowly, talk too slowly. The world will do business with dictators, perverts, and drug barons of all stripes, but being slowed down it cannot abide. Our second offence is being Everyman’s memento mori. The world can only get comfy in shiny-eyed denial if we are out of sight” (p. 361).
“Exposition: the workings of the actual past + the virtual past may be illustrated by an event well known to collective history, such as the sinking of the Titanic. The disaster as it actually occurred descends into obscurity as its eyewitnesses die off, documents perish + the wreck of the ship dissolves in its Atlantic grave. Yet a virtual sinking of the Titanic
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
“The amnesiads in my Soapsac were reduced, accordingly, and ascension catalysts instreamed,” (p. 197)
or incoherent sentences like,
“Windy mornin’ it was, yay, I mem’ry well, sand’n’dune grass whippin’ an’ bloodflower threshin’ an’ surf flyin’ off scuddin’ breakers” (p. 258).
I’m not impressed.