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The Past Is Red
by Catherynne M. Valente
challenging
dark
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
"Anarchy Can be so cozy if you bring enough pillows" Tetley the only sane Garbagetowner
In the spirit of this book; WHAT in the actual F$vK! It's not often a book does an absolute mindscramble like breakfast eggs on me without horror tropes filled with blood and gore. This one has been so damned and so unsettling and different, truly horrifying. I just want to do a mindmelt with the author so I can get an understanding of what in the everloving f$vk is going on up in there.
I devoured this book much like the Thames came up and swallowed Londontown whole and left eels behind. It was a glorious read.
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Review Breakdown: deserves a 10/5
General Plot: +5 no matter how absurd the cities sound, Pill hill, Electric City, Garbagetown, the fact that this is a very real possibility even if it is probably 100 years away is terrifying.
Characters: +3 Everyone is so very bloody haunting.
Style/Grammar: +1 F&$*ng unique. This is prose like no other.
Overall Flow: +2
Quotes: A fat seagull eyed me from the top of a cliff of shredded vinyl and hood ornaments. Dead psychosis spun up in his dead eyes. I don't mean to say he was a bad bird. All seagulls are dead-eyed psychos. If the whole fuckwit culture was a bird, it would be a seagull. Ravenous, stupid, vicious, not a single shit given, nice feathers.
Memorable Scene: Tetley negotiating updating a user profile with what sounds suspiciously like a talking vibrator (or a lamp? It's murky at best) powered by TENG and Samsung - all while a psycho seagull hovers about shooting death stares at her.
StoryGraph Challenge: 1800 books by 2025
Challenge Prompt: 150 Speculative Fiction Books
In the spirit of this book; WHAT in the actual F$vK! It's not often a book does an absolute mindscramble like breakfast eggs on me without horror tropes filled with blood and gore. This one has been so damned and so unsettling and different, truly horrifying. I just want to do a mindmelt with the author so I can get an understanding of what in the everloving f$vk is going on up in there.
I devoured this book much like the Thames came up and swallowed Londontown whole and left eels behind. It was a glorious read.
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Review Breakdown: deserves a 10/5
General Plot: +5 no matter how absurd the cities sound, Pill hill, Electric City, Garbagetown, the fact that this is a very real possibility even if it is probably 100 years away is terrifying.
Characters: +3 Everyone is so very bloody haunting.
Style/Grammar: +1 F&$*ng unique. This is prose like no other.
Overall Flow: +2
Quotes: A fat seagull eyed me from the top of a cliff of shredded vinyl and hood ornaments. Dead psychosis spun up in his dead eyes. I don't mean to say he was a bad bird. All seagulls are dead-eyed psychos. If the whole fuckwit culture was a bird, it would be a seagull. Ravenous, stupid, vicious, not a single shit given, nice feathers.
Memorable Scene: Tetley negotiating updating a user profile with what sounds suspiciously like a talking vibrator (or a lamp? It's murky at best) powered by TENG and Samsung - all while a psycho seagull hovers about shooting death stares at her.
StoryGraph Challenge: 1800 books by 2025
Challenge Prompt: 150 Speculative Fiction Books