What I read in January 📚
- Agency, William Gibson. Wm.G. doesn't write vital books anymore, he writes William Gibson books. Like U2 doesn't release vital records, now. They just got really good at making U2 records. Maybe you like 'em, maybe not. Maybe it's... (hate to say)... tedious.
- The Quantum Thief, Hannu Rajaniemi. H.R., on the other hand, is writing b a n a n a s fiction. I almost gave up on this as too wacky. I wish I were 15 again and there was no internet and not enough books so you just read the ones you had, over and over. This needs to be read over and over.
- The Forever War, Joe Haldeman. A supposed "classic" from the Vietnam era. I knew I wouldn't like it; I roll my eyes at pretty much all fawning-over-the-military sci-fi. I was right. I'm stunned that Scalzi wrote a worshipful intro for a recent reprint. "The UN forced the planet's men to live
homolife!" Okay, sure. That's how it works. Yep. (If you read it as a right-wing "this is what will happen if you don't vote for Goldwater!", it's still f-ing stupid.)
- Full Throttle, Joe Hill. Stephen King's son writes modern-era Stephen King stories. I stopped halfway through.
Somehow that's all I read but I feel like I've been going non-stop all month. I'm 33% into another A. Reynolds monster (the sequel to Blue Remembered Earth) it's good but a bit of a slog. Maybe that's it.