[So, I finally got around to reading this. To be fair, what I read was the original serial-ish format thing released on Smashwords, which had been sitting around unread for quite some while. I'm putting my review here since I read them in quick succession without noting comments (bc I was reading on my phone, and it really isn't as convenient for me to type as I read there), and I have no idea how similar or different this omnibus edition is.]
I find that Mercer does this thing where you really have to be in on the joke to fully get his stories, and I can't decide if its more borne of absentmindedness or a more pointed sort of gatekeeping.
At least with this series, it was mostly just story/world details and not also complex technical stuff. ...I dunno, I'm not a fan of things when it feels like the author's too busy trying to prove how clever they are to tell a story straight. I find that there are ways of withholding details and letting a story unfold that doesn't make the reader feel like they're idiots for not getting something the first time when it was never even explained to them.
I'm not saying it's necessarily purposefully or wholly malicious on the author's part, but just...these sort of stories don't make me feel "welcome" in the world. Like the author's hazing us or something. And sure, to some people, and to a point, it might seem all in good fun, but it never feels good to feel like we might be the butt of some massive prank.
Royce. Just...what. Why.
He's so not endearing. These revelations in the last installment demonstrate his cleverness, sure, but also color him as decidedly...well, psychopathicly self-serving. It renders Royce and Les' "relationship" really disturbingly coercive and renders the consent rather dubious.
I mean, Royce is not uncaring, but still, just...the whole ending throws the entire thing into a different light that makes me uncomfortable with it all.
I think the thing is, I feel betrayed. I was led to believe that there was some sort of higher cause, even with all of the misdirections and double-backs, but in the end, it all still boiled down to self-serving vanity.
And with Les...there's just something condescending or patronizing about how he's treated, and it irritates me so much? Like, no, it's not just "hysterics"; his feelings that led to the divorce were valid, and quite achingly poignant, and his whole character arc, what originally had seemed like a reclamation of his past depression turned out that he'd been manipulated out of him by Royce...that just renders their relationship so discomfortingly uneven.
To be fair, the world creation is pretty fascinating. And the writing itself is really rather not-bad. It's just...the way the story is presented doesn't exactly make it easy for you (or I suppose, didn't make it easy for me) to really get to know the world.
Maybe the author is an introvert. Maybe that's what that is. Maybe what this story needs in a reader is an extrovert, someone who loves meeting new people and enjoys coaxing out details. Not that there's as much back-and-forth a conversation would have, but I feel like me trying to read this might be a case of two introverts awkwardly trying to carry out a small-talk conversation. Or something.