|A book I've particularly enjoyed recently, brought to me by Holly; 'Gun, with Occasional Music', by Jonathan Lethem. It's a dystopic sci-fi detective story. The language is just a little bit more extravagant than one would expect of such a genre, as if a literary fictionographer were exaggerating Sam Spade or Max Payne:|
"Cold Turkey was a merry-go-round I couldn't get off, and instead of a wooden horse I was riding a porcupine."The setting is a good one, and wrapped gently around the reader rather than stuffed down their throat. The plot is reasonably sound, though the twist is a little obvious. My only problem with the book was the ending, which seemed a bit limp compared to the rest, leaving me wanting to read another book to fill the gap. On the other hand, I can't really think of an ending that would be better, either. Regardless, I wouldn't usually blog a book - it has to be exceptionally good or exceptionally bad, and this is the former. Or it was when I read it - you might get a bad version.
"... as well as the assurance that anything went, as long as both parties walked out more or less alive. That was what hadn't happened here, and the inquisitor at the door let us know it was Celeste Stanhunt it hadn't happened to."