![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() This seemed a re-tread of earlier adventures, particularly The Atrocity Archives, so it didn’t really engage me. Poor Bob he seems destined to re-confront the scary forces that inhabit the deep. I laughed, no doubt I’ve purposely ordered a “medium,” curious to see if the barristas speak English. ‘It’s not as if I can help it they’ve got our office surrounded, and they don’t like it if you try and order in English.’ “ ![]() ” ‘Mocha venti with an extra shot for me, no cream,’ I add. There’s a great deal of that incidental humor, demonstrated again in a throw-away conversation while ordering coffee: I mean, yes, a phrase like: “Fucking netbooks you can’t even use one to beat an alien brain parasite to death without it breaking” is going to make me pause, then giggle (reminding me of “ hung in the sky much the same way that bricks don’t“). It mostly just seems a high-level spoof, full of witticisms and social commentary, oft applied with heavy instrument. But it didn’t contain the ideas that challenge, or writing that mesmerizes, or even characters that intrigue. Don’t get me wrong: I enjoyed he Apocalypse Codex, and there was a lot there that made me smile and snicker. I’m thinking 2013 was a weak year for the Locus Awards. ![]()
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