sometimes why cant the girls say what theyre really feel inside?
I can’t say it wasn’t refreshing to dive back into genre fiction. After the long slog of The House of the Spirits, the bleak concerns underlying The Sound and the Fury’s stylistic verve, and both books’ Dysfunctional Family cores–well! It is nice to read a story where “X fucked Y” isn’t a central plot point and in its place a bunch of ridiculous exciting stuff happens. Perdido Street Station‘s a whirlwind of Zippy Genre Shit. Monsters! Fake-science-magic! Alien species! Giant computer hiveminds!
It’s also a total hot mess.
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