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288 pages, Paperback
First published March 9, 2010

Pg. 11: "Holden paid the woman and stepped into the irrelevant rain."(No, the woman wasn't a hooker - just a cab driver.) Apparently, the rain is irrelevant, which requires a special acknowledgement. Especially considering that every single time the weather is mentioned throughout the book, it's either raining, or cloudy, or overcast, or gray... or "un-sunny". Un-sunny was used TWICE. ON THE SAME PAGE. (This is apparently a habit of Clifford's, to latch onto a word and use it repeatedly over several pages and then forget about it.)
Pg. 19: "There soon came a hollowness in his chest and Holden knew that none of what was happening would make sense until he could make sense of it all."You don't say...
Pg. 31: "Through out the night Holden watched as the sun gently rose through the milky bay window in his living room[...]"That's one hell of a sunrise.
Pg. 48: "In what sort of deep horror did he now found himself swimming?"O_o
Pg. 68: "Her dreams had only increased the buoyancy of the building stress. Any calmness she exhibited had come from her enthusiasm over the details of the Pratt family estate."Uhh... what?
Pg. 75: "Winston paused, unexpectedly emotional, and Marion stood to put an arm around him. Holden went to the closet off the kitchen, where he knew Winston kept his liquor, and returned with a bottle of twenty-year-old whiskey and three glasses.I'm confused by your whiplash emotions, too, Winston.
'That must have been hard for you.'
'Yes, but not anymore,' Winston replied, taking the glass with thanks and sipping from it happily. He knew they were confused by the glisten in his eyes. 'I just miss my mother.'"
Pg. 80: "He turned the keys and dropped them into the grime-coated cup holder, reached for his duffle bag with satisfaction and closed the door to find Shane walking in a sprint toward his van, looking absurdly frightened."Walking... in a sprint. Oddly, all I can picture right now is Shane Prancercizing up to Holden's van. Would that really be any less ridiculous than that sentence?
Pg. 82: "Holden felt a deepness of disparity."Really. What's that like? Is it anything like despair?
Pg. 93: "[...]willfully engaging with an Unfortunate was like reasoning with an alley cat that wouldn't cover its stool[...]"I just... WHAT?
Pg. 147: "'[...]Truth is you'll never know. In your wildest dreams you could never understand the depth of it.'And all this time, I thought I hated poetry.
Now, faced with the dark visage of inevitability, the simple pipe-fitter was poetic."
Pg. 147: "Holden lowered himself to his daughter for the third time. She was shaking with dread."Probably not the best word choice there. Even in context, these two sentences were squicky. Especially coming immediately after the "depth" line. =\
Pg. 151: "Before long he would be a different person. He would be one of The Book's foremost defenders. One of its abdicators, leading the cheering section for technology and convenience."


NewSouth publisher Suzanne La Rosa said. "We were very persuaded by Dr. Gribben’s point of view of what he called the amount of ‘preemptive censorship’ going on at the school level. It pained him personally to see ... the way that Twain’s novels were being de-listed from curricula across the nation. It became difficult for teachers to engage in discussion about the text when the kids were so uncomfortable, particularly with the n-word.Interestingly, the negative reaction to this about to be published edition has been negligible. We’re told in the few stories written about this development that the Mark Twain guild, populated by Gribben’s fellow Twain scholars, is mostly disapproving, but the rest of the response is as wishy washy as correspondent Michael Tomasky’s blog piece in the Guardian. And even those who are not sympathetic with the motivations behind the editing changes (which Tomasky is, even though he wouldn't go so far as to censor the work himself) seem to be of the opinion that since this is merely one edition, and that faithful editions that keep Twain’s language intact will still be available, this really isn’t such a big deal. Where’s the outrage? Where’s the debate? Where’s the discussion? It is nearly impossible to find. So tacit acceptance of censorship wins the day.
[C]ould everyone do me a favor? Go to the Kindle version on Amazon and click on "report poor quality and formatting" under the Feedback box. / Then politely tell the publisher that Jesus is the Son of God, not the Son of Cod, and to stop using COD every single time.Luckily, Lara Amber heard right back from, of all people, Dan Simmons’ literary agent, and then from Dan Simmons himself:
I want to thank you for contacting me re: the low quality of transfer from hardcopy prose to e-text for your Kindle edition of Hyperion. As someone who works endless days and nights proofreading and re-proofreading text, the news made me sick. ("Oh my Cod! Cod damn it!" Ridiculous.Now that’s a pretty damn cool response from Simmons. But it’s also scary that he even needs to respond. A seemingly small error, probably a slip up that was repeated “innocently” throughout the book (although “c”and “g” aren’t really close enough on a key board that they could be a typo, are they?), but it gets out there in a digital version and requires direct action from the author to rectify. What if the author happened to be dead? What if there were no printed version to compare it to? What if the “mistake” became the norm? Would anyone realize or care? Well, those “what ifs” are precisely what M. Clifford’s The Book is about, but here and now those mistakes are happening without conscious action by any big controlling body, and I have to wonder how many e-copies of other books are error laden without anyone fixing them up.
By now you've heard from my NY agent, Richard Curtis, who's one of the most respected agents in the business. Richard contacted the highest people at Bantam Books immediately and they admit to such errors in their "earlier editions" and have already begun a special RTF file check to correct Hyperion. (What it takes, of course, is an alert human eye and brain, such as yours.) When the top Bantam people asked Richard -- "Should we re-check the other three books in the Hyperion Cantos?" -- his answer was "Absolutely!" Such errors -- such absolute sloppiness -- damage the spell being cast by any novel and simply can't be tolerated.
Thank you again for writing to me promptly about this outrage.
Best,
Dan Simmons
Over time, despite how depressing reality is, that fact remains true. There is nothing we can do to spot [the Recyclers]. You must bear your fate and enjoy what life you have left. Enjoy this world. Enjoy each other. This is a harsh reality, but it is the one we were born into. Accept it. We do not have a choice.I don’t believe that the fight in The Book is a fight that anyone could win because I don’t believe anyone would actually engage in the fight. But I’d sure love to believe it is possible, and if M. Clifford’s inspired work of “near future” dystopia contributes to making the fight possible, then it will take its place alongside other great dystopian books that Clifford clearly venerates (like 1984 and Fahrenheit 451).