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
- Pamela Roberts et Ezechiel Lopemba de SIL en visite à FAVL-BF
- Someday you might like this song by Jason Molina, Farewell Transmission, but don’t go down his dark path no no
- Why did the South support the Federal income tax and the 16th amendment? because they understood the Progressive movement all too well
- Who I Am & Why I Am Where I Am by Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith
- Kathryn Schulz in The New Yorker, on WIlliam Kelley, a fantastic short essay
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