This book reads like first-person narration of a woman spiraling into crazy for most of its length right up until maybe the very end--though I'm not sure I entirely believe she found or did what she says--told in a sort of clinically bloodless prose that stirs the blood to apathy. The best thing about this book, really, is that VanderMeer is donating a portion of his royalties to thematically appropriate charities.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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