I had very mixed feelings about Matt Dinniman’s Dungeon Crawler Carl, so I was happy to pick up another book by him–Operation Bounce House. It was clarifying.
I fucking hate his writing.
One small taste: in this novel set hundreds of years in the future, a character learns a minor plot point from an NPR article. I love me some NPR, but will be astonished if they’re around in 30 years. Thinking they’ll be an ongoing concern centuries from now is a sure way to show me you don’t understand how history works. Some of the worst world-building I’ve ever encountered. There are other examples (the protagonist’s sister has a porn account with AlsoFans or something which she streams from a home studio, people watch commercials on screens, kids use passwords to log onto video games where they have names like, this is a direct quote, X_SuBhuM@nSlæy3r_X., and so on), but just in general he is too lazy to imagine a future that’s different from 2026.
If the satire were subtle or sharp, if the characters were compelling, if the battles were original, if the humor landed, if the prose were beautiful, I’d forgive the lazy anachronisms. But none of that is true.
Obviously a lot of folks love this writing. I’m done with this author.
But! Two others:
The Unveiling, by Quan Barry. I almost put this book down in the first 20 pages: every character, including the protagonist, was annoying and awful. But then around page 30, something happens, and I was like, oh, Jeff Vandermeer has entered the chat. Which isn’t to say it’s a knockoff; rather, the book grows weird in a way that I found much more compelling. Ultimately I’m not sure it sticks the landing, but I’m not sure it doesn’t: it’s certainly stuck with me.
Shroud, by Adrian Tchaikovsky. I’ve sung Tchaikovsky’s praised here before, and so there’s not much else to say about this Hugo nominee. Do you like first-contact SF stories where humans find themselves on alien planets confronting complex, well-considered ecosystems and alien intelligences that are really the whole point of the story? If you do, you’re gonna love Tchaikovsky, including this book. If not, give it a miss. It’s absolutely my jam.