A wonderful world that I wanted to get lost in; a story that kind of lost me.
Ex: “A waterfall of blood gushed around it, looping like a GIF.”
Spooky and sad, with one terrifying set piece, but I wish it went just a hair further.
After reading this, I feel like I understand enough about the author’s thesis and ideas to lay the groundwork for a re-read. It puts into words so much of how I feel about my relationship with my devices, and how adversarial that relationship is. I want to dig back in with a pen and paper and really peel back the layers.
Unfussy, foundational fantasy. Felt like someone was walking me through a legend. Beautiful world, charming all around.
A complete fever dream where narratives and points of view stumble over each other, bizarre inhuman narrators half-explain their thoughts, and an enormous sea monster is taken over by an alien. Vandermeer has a great time playing with form and tone. Bits of lore are sprinkled throughout, just enough to make you feel like you might know what’s really going on. So challenging, sometimes off-putting, but ultimately gorgeous.
Entrancing narration unlike anything I’ve read, surrounding a simple story that’s eerie without succumbing to outright horror.
Even though the slow first half led to a gripping second half, the split POV hurts the story, placing it in a liminal space between reflection on grief and cosmic horror story. If you’re more excited about the latter, the book will only half hit.
Propulsive, eventually, and absolutely disgusting. But I really disliked the structure. Everything goes to shit so fast that the characters need to be shaded in while the action is on. I’d rather a slower burn.