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Forget Elves & Dwarfs and Wizards... anyone here read any of China Mieville's books set in the fantasy world of Bas-Lag. Can't gush enough about it at the mo, currently reading his third installment: Iron Council...help! my eyes are bleeding I can't put thing down Check this out: Men on all fours become bison-men, carrying men wrapped about with limbs, and women walking on elongated arms made of animals’ parts, and men stamping on piston legs like jackhammers come alive, and women with all over whiskers, or with finger-thick tendrils feeling through their skin, and tusks stolen from boars and carved from marble, and mouths become interlocked gears, and switching tails of cats and dogs frilling waists like skirts and sweating in inks from Remade glands and astream with a rainbow mess, and this aggregate of criminals, this motley comes closer to freedom.
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Awh, man, but ain't this guy just awesome?!
'Perdido Street Station' left me stunned with the sheer immensity of this guy's imagination...
... and then 'The Scar' came out and just totally floored me. This writer's relentless flow of invention and astonishing attention to detail is nothing short of a revelation in the genre.
Haven't gotten around to 'Iron Council' yet... kinda saving that one up!
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I read "Perdido Street Station". Sometimes I thought he went a bit over the top, but otherwise this imaginative fantasy that doesn't try to ape Tolkien. Heartily recommended.
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I must admit he does occasionally go over the top. He dragged the ending out a little too long on Perdido Street Station for my liking but I was so spellbound by the first three quarters of the book its momentum carried me through to the end.
quote:Men on all fours become bison-men, carrying men wrapped about with limbs, and women walking on elongated arms made of animals’ parts, and men stamping on piston legs like jackhammers come alive, and women with all over whiskers, or with finger-thick tendrils feeling through their skin, and tusks stolen from boars and carved from marble, and mouths become interlocked gears, and switching tails of cats and dogs frilling waists like skirts and sweating in inks from Remade glands and astream with a rainbow mess, and this aggregate of criminals, this motley comes closer to freedom.
Er, does he write like this all the time? I've seen several people recommend this author, but if all of his writing is like that it's definitely not my cup of tea. Good to know now, I suppose, rather than trying to choke down an entire book of it.
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posted November 25, 2005 03:38 PM -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't get into PERDIDO STREET STATION, Mel. He's not my cuppa either. -------------------------------.
I'm speechless....
Guess it takes all sorts. Be boring if everybody liked the same stuff.
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