My own Iain M. Banks festival, plus what's waiting on the shelf. 


Fully Booked put all of their Iain M. Banks books on sale a couple of months ago, and I got:

Look to Windward
The Player of Games
Excession
The Algebraist
Inversions

I've read all except The Player of Games. As universe-builders go, he's one of the best I've read. I like The Culture. I wouldn't mind hopping onto an Infinite Improbability-driven ship and dropping by for frequent vacations.

For some reason the writing puts me in mind of Philip Jose Farmer. (To Your Scattered Bodies Go. Part of the Riverworld series. Do not watch the movie.) It's that current of dread underneath the wonderfully-written space opera posturing, the dread that comes from considering the meaning of lives, human and non.

I also finished Steph Swainston's No Present Like Time. The opening chapter is worth the entire book. How she writes about fog! She dances about the fog, transforms it into foreshadow in three paragraphs of sinuous prose.

There's no work tomorrow. While Luc's napping, I'll start on either Bakker's The Thousandfold Thought or Jon Courtenay Grimwood's 9Tail Fox.  

Posted: Monday - October 23, 2006 at 07:38 PM