
Stardust by Neil Gaiman
Stardust is a 1999 fantasy novel by British writer Neil Gaiman, usually published with illustrations by Charles Vess. Stardust has …
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I only track books that I read for pleasure, mostly SF/Fantasy. I've fallen out of the habit of actually writing reviews beyond giving a star rating. It would be nice to get back into that habit.
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Stardust is a 1999 fantasy novel by British writer Neil Gaiman, usually published with illustrations by Charles Vess. Stardust has …
Very good. A quirky mix of the Dominican Republic and the New York Metro Area. Odd juxtapositions of latino slang and SciFi and Fantasy references. Solid, sympathetic characters. Fatalistic without being hopeless.
Interesting, but one gets the feeling that Pollan had decided which system of food production he favored at the beginning, not after he'd researched them.
I found this pretty disappointing. The world didn't make much sense to me, which I think is a pretty bad failure for SF. Why are these people squabbling over petty change when they have energy surpluses large enough to quickly terraform ice planets? Why do the AIs let humans make the important choices? If linking human and AI minds leads to such amazing advances, why has it only been done once? If the main character's antique weapon is so powerful, why doesn't everyone use things like that?
Overlooking the SF shortcomings, the book was pretty flat. The characterizations weren't interesting. The plot seemed contrived.
Very good. The theme of becoming someone else to be able to tell a story is compelling. Lots of very interesting material about the history of Istanbul and Turkey.
A graphic novel exploring some of the ideas of Bertrand Russell. It covers some interesting territory, particularly the attempt to systematize mathematics and the relationship between logic and madness. But it doesn't delve very deeply. I didn't feel that the graphic novel presentation added very much, and I felt like there were a lot of extra levels of framing that were ultimately clumsy attempts to pull threads together.
The first book of this (The Sword in the Stone) is a really nice read. The rest of it gives a lot of insights into the various important characters, but I felt like it became more and more depressing.
Weird. A relatively normal guy gets his head sewn back on after being decapitated and comes back to life. He ends up being taken out into the desert, where he meets caricatures of various American types.
During the siege of Leningrad, a young boy and an accidental Red Army deserter are sent off to bring back a dozen eggs to an NKVD colonel. Charming. Bleak.
The structure of this was very interesting: part diary, part collections of interviews. It jumps backwards and forwards in time, and almost demands a second reading after you know what happens in the pivotal section (which is, of course, at the end).
The actual content was less interesting to me than the structure. It focuses on a poetic movement in Mexico, and on a few characters involved in its creation.
It was interesting to be reading about Mexico while I was there. I learned at least one piece of slang from it that was actually being used around me.