My travel reading over the past week has been
Hal Duncan's debut novel,
Vellum. It's a book which has been attracting a fairly
significant amount of
attention in the sf world, and it's also getting a big marketing push from Pan Macmillan (the proof copies, from a limited run of 600, are things of beauty). You can read a very short extract
here, and
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Oh, absolutely. I was vaguely alluding to that when I mentioned stories echoing other stories, but it was a long post already and I didn't want to add another 500 words by going into it in more detail. I like the way that the characters move through stories-in-progress. But I don't think that excludes what I was talking about in the main post, it's just that all of the many stories he's dragging into the vellum can be traced back, through layers, to increasingly primitive ur-stories. That's exactly what happens with Seamus in the second half of the novel, after all.
You may well be right that the overall arc is one of escape, in which case Ink could end with the mother of all conceptual breakthroughs. If it does I'll be right there with him. ;-)
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But there's also the point you make, that the next book could prove either or both of us entirely right or entirely wrong in our readings. :-)
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Who are you and what have you done with Niall Harrison?
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I will read further, but isn't this rather purple? It feels hugely over-written from where I'm sitting: "flickerings... flecks... flash... flux... fire..." (?!?!); "shatterings and scatterings" (?!?!?!?).
It just feels tricksy.
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The road cuts deep into the sharp-carved shadows of tall trees for a second, slices between dark juts of moss-slicked rock and through a concrete underpass; and she takes the circling slip road off to the right and turns and turns, and then she's up and out and on the Blue Ridge Parkway, riding the wide road that runs from mountain spine to mountain spine along the length of the whole range. And the sun is hot but the air is clear and crisp as a cool spring and she can look out to her left and to her right and see the world on either side, the hills in the beyond, the valleys in between, the vast, green, rough, soft sculpture of time and space, of earth and sky.
Earth and air, earth and sky... etc. etc.
I'm not sure what I think of it. I fear reading it would give me a headache. And isn't clear and crisp air a rather over-used cliché?
And yes, if you look to both the left and the right, you will see "the world on either side." Happens to me all the time. :o)
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*has yet to finish one of his novels*
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Not to worry. I think those who read the reviews are a minority. :)
(Hell just by Vast Void I was grinning).
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Hmm i may have taken the wrong meaning from that,
It's possible. :p
but you have to laugh at that kind of pretension (and yes alliteration to that degree if meant seriously is pretension)
I think it's meant ironically, in a I-know-this-is-OTT-and-you-know-this-is-OTT-but-isn't-it-great? kind of a knowing way.
It's a bit like Illuminatus, but with less of a sense of humour.
Ok now that I have successfully ran away from the point I was going to make I think I’ll go before I get thwaped
If I promise not to thwap you, will you tell me what the point you were going to make was?
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