DЯUNK REVIEW #? (prob the second this year, i guess)
so before i went out to fuckin drinks with my favorite fuckin co-worker, i had a short convo with another co-worker, a seasoned mom who knows her fuckin way around teens because she's raised three of them. she gave me a fuckin warning: mark, you curse like a fuckin fucked up sailor... I know you are meeting with a group of high schoolers tomorrow to discuss active listening and the peer support model. my advice is that you should try not to curse so fuckin much in front of them because those little fuckers will fuck with you about your fucking cursing and then your whole talk will go off the fucking rails. teens are the fucking worst when it comes to cursing. i thought that was some good fucken advice and imma take it. but it also made me think of some fuckin awful reviews i've read about this book, some trifling fucking complaints, and so imma address that here at the start of this so-called review.
ATTENTION REVIEWERS OF BOOKS LIKE HELL SHIP: if you are going to read a novel about various survivors of various planets that have been wiped out, various survivors who are literally the last of their kind and who have witnessed the genocide of their entire race... maybe don't fucking concentrate in your review on all of the fucking curse words your poor little eyes have to read in this novel about genocide. have some sense of fucking priority, fuckwits! that was exceedingly fucking disagreeable for me to read and i fuckin resent it! it should go without saying that in a book about multiple genocides, maybe nasty curse words should not be the thing that gets your fucking cage rattled. right?
AND ONE ADDITIONAL VERY FUCKING SPECIAL NOTE: that one reviewer who says that this book condones pedophilia is out of their fucking mind! that is fucking ridiculous beyond belief. where is that anywhere in this book for fook's sake? unless this fuckin fuckwit somehow thinks that that one fucked up alien who describe's her (now completely obliterated) species' habit of eating their young to be some form of pedophilia? it fucking aggravates me that this one nonsense review is actually the top rated review of this book and so that's what most people reading about this book are going to read first. fuckin' A!
ACTUAL REVIEW: Palmer is an ingenious novelist. so playful, so mordant, so full of wit and liveliness and new, fun ways to tell stories and to make his creations come alive. he makes his bizarre characters sympathetic and relatable; he constructs a narrative that is fascinating and original and full of awesome mysteries. he's a joy to read. mainly.
i'd like to say i loved this book. i really wish i did. there's so much to love about it! but man, despite all of the vibrant creativity and sweet empathy, there's such a mean, uncaring core. this is one of those rare novels that was incredibly energizing to read but also intensely depressing. it bothered me how little love Palmer eventually displayed for his wonderful creations, and how willing he was to make every path lead shitward. no need to push this reader's face in the toilet, author! i didn't appreciate that insensitivity; by the novel's finale, i was not only depressed but also sorta angry - at Palmer's unnecessary brutality (despite what amounts to a supposedly happy ending). at one point he describes the horrific villains of the tale as being like brutal, callous children fascinated by an insect, and who then proceed to tear that insect into little pieces. in the end, that's sorta how i felt about Palmer because of what he does to many of the wonderful characters he created - and to their histories, their stories, their whole existence and purpose for being. it made me feel like a chump even caring for these characters and their stories. and that wasn't a good fucking feeling.