Peter Straub has an interest in pedophelia which I do not share. His descriptions of human cruelty and outright psychopathy are gruesome, detailed and offputting. I'm not the sort who goes out of his way to find things to be offended by, but this guy pushes the limits of good taste. His prose is unique, and annoying after a few hours, you'll have to listen to a sample to understand what i mean. It's difficult to describe, street thugs who talk like university professors. Long speeches using long words do describe a trip to the medicine cabinet for aspirin. It's just wierd, I listened to the whole book, hoping it would get better because I liked what he did with Stephen King. but I found myself feeling kind of queasy sometimes, vivid descriptions of rape and torture and child abuse. Not really my bag. I could compare this to what you might get from a movie like Saw. If you've seen that, and you liked it, you'll probably like this.
In a nutshell, it was sick.
conspiracy theorists with a dull sense of humour.
not narrate his own book.
mincing, slow, not emotive.
the kind of narration I would expect from a bored English hairdresser
I have to admit I did not listen to half this book. it seemed to have no real direction, chock full of the banal daily doings of a "terrorist" apparently devoid of ambition.
the narrator had a voice like a tickly feather in my ear, I wanted to dig it out with a screwdriver.
A fantasy chunky soup! Surprisingly well written. I went in expecting nothing, and was pleasantly surprised to find an interesting story about kids who go to school to learn magic, grow up and have to deal with life. Same as everyone else.
Full of very adult situations and adult language, so don't give this to your tween niece as a gift.
It started off a bit slow, but it was absolutely worth it. So many writers in this genre use English so clumsily, I hesitate to try new books in the fantasy category.
Lev Grossman evidently, was not educated at some community college in Slapcrotch North Wisconsin. This guy really knows his way around the English language, and without being long winded.
Give 'er a whirl, I think you'll like it.
Poor writing, worse narration. Silly doesn't begin to describe it.
It was often vulgar, sometimes downright gross.
This writer really like s to gild the lilly, superfluous redundancies are abundantly plentiful.
Narration was terrible, there was a passage where some poor guy's LAR-NYX gets crushed.
I was able to deduce from the resulting inconveniences of that particular injury, that a LAR-NYX is located in the throat and serves in a capacity similar to that of the larynx. whatever.
I am ashamed of myself for actually having enjoyed this, think 1980s B horror flick.
fun, just don't tell anyone I said that.
remove, burn, stomp up and down upon the silly little love story.
no. the narrator sounded a bit like scott brick. monotone and serious. but somehow not as engaging. (inasmuch as one can be engaging when speaking in a monotone)
Some very old and unfashionable attitudes come in bold face in this little adventure.
Written in 1932, the protagonist's Japanese manservant is repeatedly referred to as ''the little jap''.
At one point a great leader ''wept like a woman'' explains the narrator in a vaguely disgusted tone.
When you consider that this book is 80 years old, it's surprisingly good. The descriptions of what might be like after a close encounter with a wandering planet, are imaginative and well thought out. But I wouldn't listen a second time. If you can get it in the bargain bin, yeah, give 'er a spin.
Editing. The book was chock full of mistakes and awkward phrasing.
It had potential, it really could have been a better book. It desperately needs pruning. It was disjointed, and stilted. The good ideas that it did contain went unexplored.
He often stutters, not like a handicap, but often enough that you wonder why the director (whose name is proudly spoken at the beginning of each part) did not redo the take. The narrator hesitates on a word, and puts emphasis on the wrong words, which changes the meaning of the sentence. Taken out of context, it would make no sense.
There were some parts that seemed like they were written and performed by professionnals, but they were like gaps in the clouds on an overcast day. The prevailing winds would blow me back into the gray reality of what an amateurish and silly book this really is.
Here are some examples of what bugged me in the writing;
'' Whimpered like a stuck pig'' I thought they squealed.
'' she was a becoming young woman'' Did he mean comeley?
'' He was unable to enunciate his sadness'' What??
He mangles popular expressins contantly, and uses words in not quite the right way so often, I could not finish it. I got most of the way through, but it was just not worth it.Another reviewer said it was like early Koontz, Maybe Koontz in high school... Maybe.
O.K. Imagine an author has a good idea for a book. He sketches it out, builds up some interesting characters and situations, and sets it in the latter part of the 17th century.
Now imagine he gives it to Mike Tyson to flesh it out.
This was a Hardy boys novel, set in colonial north America, and meant for grownup adolescents. It was not a bad book, i enjoyed most of it. But the language was clumsy, to say the least. " i shoveleth the walketh of snoweth this morningeth" Anachronisms abound. Modern slang spoken by colonists of yore. The use of words twelve letters long apparently just for the fun of using them. I sometimes got the idea the writer had a list of words on his desk that he just had to use somewhere, and fit them in where he could.
If you are not a fusspot where language is concerned, (I am, and this book made me laugh out loud more than once) and historical inaccuracies don't bother you you'll probably enjoy this. Not bad, but definitely not high culture.
The meat of this book is really excellent. I never got bored, not once. That is an amazing accomplishment in a book this long. An ever changing adventure that will hold your attention to the end.
However, I did find myself becoming impatient with the writer's long and flowery descriptions of everything from the beauty of someone's eyes (and everybody seems to have beautiful eyes in this book) to the various merits of an article of clothing. He describes the shorts worn by farmers as "noble", among other things. Yup, Noble shorts... If it were not for the endless parade of eyes the colour of sand in the last days before the monsoon. Or The brilliant and endless blue of a winter sky, softly caressed by delicate clouds of a deep sadness...
Really a great book, but if ten of fifteen hours of ''soft lips like the velvet petals of the lotus'' were removed, Id have liked it better.
The first thing I noticed was the narrator. She delivers the story with all the emotion of a weather reporter, apparently trying to shout over the sound of the rain. Then I noticed the banal conversations between characters, the rote police jargon, the cliché so pervasive it seems almost deliberate. The story did not flow so much as it was excreted in chunks, kind of like a comic book. The language was of a sophistication also appropriate to the comic book. ''that monster kills children, I'll get him if it''s the last thing I ever do." or " Will I ever be able to love again?''
Ever read a book and wonder how it ever got published? The mistake was compounded when some decided to make this an audio book. I thought that if i could get used to the terrible narration, I might find some redeeming qualities in the story. I'm sorry to say I found none. After two hours, I switched to another book I had on my Ipod, Hold tight by Harlan Coben. Scott brick is not my favourite narrator, But he is a professional, and the difference between this, and what I had just turned off was like a splash of cold water in the face.In short, this thing plods along with all the grace of a drunk monkey, and I hope this review will save somebody a hangover.
There was a number of really good stories in here, some a bit dated but still very good.
Some were not so good. The stories which concern one man's descent into madness, usually written in the first person, and ending with the reader wondering wether the events described had actually taken place, or were in the narrator's mind. Kind of like ending a story with '' It was all just a dream'' I've always thought that stories like that are a bit of a cop out. Still worth the time and the credit.
There wer a couple of stories i recognized from T.V. and movies. The Gremlin, of course from the twilight zone. The distibutor very likely inspired Stephen King to write Needful things. (one of his best in my opinion) And One year aniversary was used for an episode of The outer limits.
The story is divided into three parts; The first is of the events leading to the disaster which brings on the end of the world as we know it. This first part was excellent, I was absolutely absorbed in the story, the characters, and the possibilities for the world after.
In the second part, The story sadly veers left into the compost heap. The second part concerns the social politics of a colony of survivors 100 years after the disaster. It doesn't go anywhere, and it doesn't go there fast. Petty rivalries, jealousy over women, who gets to be the leader this year. He said, she said post apocalyptic daytime soap opera.
In the third part, a small group of people get wise and decide to decamp, Here the adventure begins anew. And more or less redeems itself.
I had this book in my wish list for about a year. The reason it stayed there was that Audible wanted two credits for it. I'm glad I waited, it's worth a listen if you like this kind of thing. But if I had paid 2 creds for it, my review might have been a bit more negative.
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