Brief, spoiler free review : Perdido Street Station is a cruel, cruel story. It is a breathtakingly well described and beautiful in its detail, even when describing the most evil or wretched of things. I'm more fond of The Scar, but such is the side effect of starting mid-series I find.
As usual, if you can stomach it, I recommend reading the story without a clue as to what it's about. Avoid that dust jacket summary and dive right in.
Review:
I'll confess an instant liking to Lin and a preferance to the character from the very begining. The idea of the headscarab is one of the most interesting I've heard of in a long time. Her treatment in the story infuriates me and is the second main flaw of the book- the first I'll get to soon. I truely thought her dead- so readily did the authur do in named and noteworthy caharacters. I had no problem with this. When we found her alive, I was shocked and hurt and happy as the characters were. The broken shell, the lost leg, the wings! They seemed like a more dramatic set of injuries then could ever be inflicted on a person, no doubt because I cannot concieve a human equivalent. But this was okay. This was dramatic tension. This was bad but surmountable. And then they took half her mind. HALF. Far worse then all of it. And the rest of the story gets us nothing except their pain and a worthless escape into the woods. I feel ashamed to say it, but that's a bit too depressing for even me.
The main flaw, the really irritating and stupdiest part of the book was the Weaver. The way it skittered about and flung the characters about, the whole story stank of an author unable to construct series of events that got the characters where he wanted them. The man is a brilliant writer - it is clear in his langauge and the mad ideas he paints pictures of out of words. The Weaver was a well written mad, powerful creature- the parts about ears and sissors were creepy and nice. But the random appearances and constant "saving the day" actions went a long way to disrupt the flow of the story and pull the reader out of it.
Unlike The Scar, there are more and more problems to nit-pick about. I've adressed the main two and shall avoid the rest. It is a good book, problem is that it's not great. The writing is beautiful, the descritiopns grand. The world amaizing, fantastical, and deliciously steampunk. But a lot of the naritive is weak or confusing or trivial. It reads like a first novel. Which it is. While The Scar suffers from a single track plot line, this is the complete opposite.
My last comment is of course about the cruelty. This book, like most books, has good and bad aspects- the descriptions and the plot respectively. But unlike other books, it has this aura of something that transends value judgemnt. The ease at which he conjures up unique and interesting characters and then is abominably cruel to them, up to and far past the point of simply killing them is something. There is horror and revolusion somewhere in my reaction, but there is also awe and praise. Never before have I been so caught up in a story's action scenes beause never before could so many worth while characters actually die or be perminately maimed during them. Pigeon and Rescue, Lin and everyone's ears. It made for some extremely gripping nonsensical plots, let me tell you!
Inspired Sketches:
Lin & a cactacae
Rescue (I loved him for no real reason...) Slake Moth
Currently working as a software engineer in the Bay Area, I graduated in 2006 from the University of Washington with a degree in Computer Engineering. At work I love to write code and at home I love to make things. At any moment in time I may begin doodling.
gaslight : a table top RPG I played in college from which I drew and continue to draw a lot of inspiration from
greatest living philosopher : what my boyfriend likes to call himself and how I shall refer to him here
gryphons : A common subject matter since I'm part of a gryphon art exchange. Useful because they force you to address both feathers and fur. I also like the freedom of such an uncommon mythical creature. Dragons are so over done these days...
monster : I call a lot of the stuff I make 'monsters' but it's a rather vague term. Basically I mean anything organic/creature like that does not resemble something in real life. Doesn't mean they are intended to be scary
sithel : my Internet handle. Realitively unique, with no real meaning besides that of "me"
six arm(ed) studio(s) : The name of my non-existant company. If I were
ever to go into any form of business, that would be the name I'd use
steampunk : A hard to pin down idea. Will re-define later. Sort of like
the definition of pornography- I know it when I see it. Currently an
aesthetic I'm very fond of.