by Celedam » Wed Nov 20, 2019 7:47 am
I'm in the process of winnowing my home library — on the "mid-life crisis" sort of realization that I really don't need to keep physical copies of readily available, non-reference books — and I'm rereading some of them before I put them in the donation box. I've had some of these books literally for decades (since I was in and just out of school), and this is probably the last time I will care enough to reread any of them.
Right now I'm alternating between Neal Stephenson and Connie Willis, to keep from getting bored with either one, and I'm having more realizations along the way…
First, early Stephenson (Zodiac, Snow Crash, some parts of The Diamond Age) was an edgelord — the kind of guy who thought cheap satire could substitute for actual storytelling or commentary. I think I didn't notice it at the time because I was young as well and easily impressed by such writing. I like mid Stephenson (other parts of The Diamond Age, Cryptonomicon, The Baroque Cycle, Anathem) much more, and I'm disappointed but not surprised that late Stephenson (Reamde, Seveneves, Fall; or, Dodge in Hell) seems tired and self-indulgent.
Second, all of Willis' stories (Fire Watch, Doomsday Book, Bellweather, To Say Nothing of the Dog, Passage) are essentially the same. The premise and tone might vary from book to book, but the blurb for each one could be "A very English comedy of errors in which a researcher struggles against administrative bureaucracy and the sheer bloody-mindedness of everyday life in order to achieve a breakthrough that will change our fundamental understanding of the world." They're all enjoyable, and Doomsday Book and Passage are particularly beautiful in their own way, but still.