Another classic bookblogsy thing: Teaser tuesday. In which I share a glimpse of a thing I’ve been reading.
Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation:
If you looked out through these areas, toward the ocean, all you saw was the black water, the gray of the cypress trunks, and the constant, motionless rain of moss flowing down. All you heard was the low moaning. The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood, either, and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.
This is from the first few pages, and for me, it’s the first tickle of “Hot diggity, I LIKE it!”
Flowery, “poetic” prose often annoys me, perhaps mostly when it doesn’t quite match the tale it is telling. This, however, is appealing to me – maybe appealing to the me who used to be sixteen and lug around a copy of Pessoa’s The book of disquiet everywhere, but, less embarrassingly, appealing to the me who loved Miéville’s The city and the city a lot, a lot, a lot.
This is almost my first VanderMeer, by the way. The first was the non-fiction Wonderbook, which is a treasure, and deserves several swooning paragraphs of its very own.