Hernando
Superb!. TMoD is a very unique/different book. It’s a neat SF with a lot of philosophy or the other way around. It’s also full of sort-of-poetic lines, i.e :
“As was my habit, I followed the afternoon to the ocean and ended up lounging on a shore of corroded boulders. The waters golden, the horizon blood. The squawking of mindless seagulls. Alone, leering at passersby, I grinned as Saturn brightened and watched feral waves swallow the fireball, savoring the taste.”
“Come midnight, a turquoise aurora hung over the land. Not as a fragile drape gliding down against the stars, but as a slow whip to bleed the firmament of its mysteries. A though out of those celestial wounds she would divine the whereabouts of the men she hunted.”
Some other lines are more straightforward:
“Even though we have more time, it’s the wrong kind of time. Everything moves so fast, and there’s barely a moment to stop and think and-“ “And people don’t understand each other at all, and we have wider but more superficial knowledge, and good ideas get lost in the noise”.
“We had lived in a present built on tomorrows. Wasted tomorrows.”
And some times like:
“-Do you think we have free will?. -I think about it. I don’t think about thinking about it.”
But the philosophical stuff is more dense and harder in one of the narratives, specially when the character is deep-thinking.
The thing is, you can still enjoy the book even if you don’t care about the philosophical and the different prose and just following the plot but it is certainty a better experience reading the “book-in-itself”. It was so good that I was tempted to reread it right away after finishing it.
Superb!. TMoD is a very unique/different book. It’s a neat SF with a lot of philosophy or the other way around. It’s also full of sort-of-poetic lines, i.e :
“As was my habit, I followed the afternoon to the ocean and ended up lounging on a shore of corroded boulders. The waters golden, the horizon blood. The squawking of mindless seagulls. Alone, leering at passersby, I grinned as Saturn brightened and watched feral waves swallow the fireball, savoring the taste.”
“Come midnight, a turquoise aurora hung over the land. Not as a fragile drape gliding down against the stars, but as a slow whip to bleed the firmament of its mysteries. A though out of those celestial wounds she would divine the whereabouts of the men she hunted.”
Some other lines are more straightforward:
“Even though we have more time, it’s the wrong kind of time. Everything moves so fast, and there’s barely a moment to stop and think and-“ “And people don’t understand each other at all, and we have wider but more superficial knowledge, and good ideas get lost in the noise”.
“We had lived in a present built on tomorrows. Wasted tomorrows.”
And some times like:
“-Do you think we have free will?. -I think about it. I don’t think about thinking about it.”
But the philosophical stuff is more dense and harder in one of the narratives, specially when the character is deep-thinking.
The thing is, you can still enjoy the book even if you don’t care about the philosophical and the different prose and just following the plot but it is certainty a better experience reading the “book-in-itself”. It was so good that I was tempted to reread it right away after finishing it.