I was skeptical before starting China Miéville’s The City and the City. I had read and enjoyed Embassytown, but he did go on and on towards the end and I found myself skimming a lot. The City and the City was far more gripping, until the final quarter when it descended into conventional detection (really almost Agatha Christie) genre resolution. “The old man did it, Scooby!” I guess, what else can you do? But until then, an amazing concept of the city and the city unseeing to each other. You could discuss for hours (well maybe 30 minutes?). My loss, I stingily read books from the library, years after everyone else has read them, and they no longer remember nor do they care. The mood of this novel will linger.
Blogs I Follow
- Recent stories in The New Yorker
- Aldous Harding covers “Right Down The Line” by Gerry Rafferty
- Budget transparency at private universities: Some thoughts about SCU
- Why does SCU want to take the faculty unionization straight to the NLRB? Because they could reverse every unionization on every Jesuit and other “religious” university
- Tactics when confronting a Trump-appointee dominated NLRB: “three would-be unions withdraw petitions”
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