Stephenson – Quicksilver

11 December 2005 at 22:40 Leave a comment

I finally got around to reading a Stephenson book – I was getting on a train without a book so I popped into the bookstore and there was Quicksilver.

I still find the images he creates returning to me at odd moments, unfortunately for me they are all rather disturbing images. He’s a good writer, and I have a vivid imagination, and he has macabre scientists running around his book performing unpleasant experiments. And unpleasant people pleased to practice their unpleasantness on others. Difficult.

It’s good enough that I might well read the next two books, despite the difficulties, but I can’t recommend it freely.

But I would recommend it to most any fella or gal who don’t mind some honest gore.

It’s truly brilliant.

Just not my cuppa.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 3 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 4 years ago

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