aidan said:Keen, do you post on the Westeros boards, as well? I saw that photo of LAoK over there. I've just got a review copy of it which isn't nearly as pretty, so I was quite jealous!
Speaking of Last Argument of Kings, I just finished it up and absolutely adored it. One of the finest concluding volumes of a Fantasy trilogy available. Joe really knows how to bring a story to a close with a bang. You can find my more official (spoiler-free) review HERE.
I'm now reading The Dragons of Babel by Michael Swanwick. It's my first experience with the author, but I'm pretty impressed thus far. The narrative feels slightly at a distance, but it reminds me strongly of reading Fairy Tales as a kid. Good stuff.
Dark FaZe said:Someone had to be reading the Song series...might as well of been me.
Finished game of thrones in February. Really enjoying this one, and right in the middle of it thus far. Enjoying everyones individual chapters, although Daenyrs bores the shit out of me from time to time.
The midlife crisis of Cary Grant, the founding of the KGB and the Neapolitan years of mafioso Lucky Luciano are just three of the plot lines woven into this dense, playful and always surprising literary behemoth set mostly in the year of the book's title, at the height of the Cold War. Anchoring the tale with a relatively conventional narrative is a young Bolognese man named Robespierre (Pierre), who embarks on a transcontinental odyssey to find his father, Vittorio Capponi, a former Mussolini loyalist who left the Italian army to join the Communists in Yugoslavia. Meanwhile, Britain's spy agency MI6 approaches Cary Grant (who's in a career slump) with a bizarre proposal: the role of Yugoslavian leader Marshal Tito in a propaganda biopic. It seems impossible that the multitudinous names and story threads could converge, but, deliciously, they doin Yugoslavia, where Grant meets Tito, Pierre finds his father, and Luciano's driver Steve "Cement" Zollo tangles with the KGB, which is about to pull off a big hit. The latest joint effort (after the novel Q) from Wu Minga collective of five Italian intellectuals who named themselves "anonymous" in Mandarinoffers political commentarycumcomplicated escapism for the brainiac reader. (July)
JUST GOT BACK HOME WITH IT!!!
I had had it in storage at my old digs for a long while and oh my lord I'd forgotten how amazing this book looks at this size.
And know I have something to pummel Zach Snyder with, should the need occur!
O I AM SO HAPPY!!
CajoleJuice said:I've just been reading stuff for my sci-fi class. Yes, a sci-fi class. It fulfills a graduation requirement, so I had to take it. :lol
Right now, I'm reading:
Fairly interesting. Deals with a post-apocalyptic distant future. I've only read the first of the three books that comprise the novel, and that one is from the viewpoint of a monk. Sounds boring, but it sets up the rest of the story well - at least I hope it does.
Mamesj said:Almost done with this:
One night in October when he was ten years old, Tyler Dupree stood in his back yard and watched the stars go out. They all flared into brilliance at once, then disappeared, replaced by a flat, empty black barrier. He and his best friends, Jason and Diane Lawton, had seen what became known as the Big Blackout. It would shape their lives.
The effect is worldwide. The sun is now a featureless disk--a heat source, rather than an astronomical object. The moon is gone, but tides remain. Not only have the world's artificial satellites fallen out of orbit, their recovered remains are pitted and aged, as though they'd been in space far longer than their known lifespans. As Tyler, Jason, and Diane grow up, space probe reveals a bizarre truth: The barrier is artificial, generated by huge alien artifacts. Time is passing faster outside the barrier than inside--more than a hundred million years per day on Earth. At this rate, the death throes of the sun are only about forty years in our future.
Jason, now a promising young scientist, devotes his life to working against this slow-moving apocalypse. Diane throws herself into hedonism, marrying a sinister cult leader who's forged a new religion out of the fears of the masses.
Earth sends terraforming machines to Mars to let the onrush of time do its work, turning the planet green. Next they send humans...and immediately get back an emissary with thousands of years of stories to tell about the settling of Mars. Then Earth's probes reveal that an identical barrier has appeared around Mars. Jason, desperate, seeds near space with self-replicating machines that will scatter copies of themselves outward from the sun--and report back on what they find.
Life on Earth is about to get much, much stranger.
doesn't sound too bad. Doesn't seem like that long of a read either. Thanks!Eric P said:may i suggest spin?
i recently read it based on fnord chan's suggestion and i found it to be excellent. really good view of a really unique situation.
Wendell's Dream #2
He is in a glass bubble, descending into a purple sea exploding with green fish that swirl around the sphere in a seething fire. The surface is far above, but the light does not diminish; no, all is washed in lavender here, huge crags of coral glisten with crustaceans, lorded over by knobby sharks and vast expanses of open water where humpbacks hover and sing the blues. He passes derelict ships still sailing on submarine currents, older boats, the ribs of triremes, snagged on crops of rock. Golden spider crabs seventeen feet across stilt around a swarm of clicking young, they dine on the carcass of a sperm whale large enough to be a landform, a great hill overgrown with teeming greens. At last, Wendell settles on the ridge of a blinding abyss, where Manuel lives inside the giant mouth of a fossilized squid. Manuel has learned to breath water, his heart pushes brine through his veins, the movement of the sea along the ocean floor passes through his head. He approaches the bubble, puts his hands upon the surface, presses his forehead against it, writes with a curved finger: I'm sorry. And Wendell puts his lips against the cold curve over Manuel's eyes, moves across his beloved's forehead, his limbs collapse against the glass, just trying to get closer; but it is no use. Above him, the whales are gathering, preparing for migration: they know of a stretch of ocean that is warmer and brighter than this place, where the current teems with sweet krill and there are no hunters in rusting ships trying to kill them. But it is thousands of miles away. It could take years to get there.
CajoleJuice said:It turned out really damn good. Depressing as fuck, but great.
I'm reading this now:
Urban Scholar said:I just started reading Shogun and I've been on a big literary adventure kick. So I'm also reading Outlaws of the Marsh