Review: The City & The City

The City & The City

The City & The City
By China Mieville
(Del Rey, Paperback, 9780345497529, April 2010, 352pp.)

The Short of It:

Not your typical murder mystery.

The Rest of It:

Mieville’s writing has always intimidated me. In the past, I have tried a couple of times to read this one, only to put it right back down again. However, Care and a host of others decided via Twitter to read it together, and since they made it sound so doable, and not at all intimidating, I decided to join them.

This time around, I was not intimidated and in fact found myself marveling over the world Mieville created. This is really a murder mystery at heart, but it’s such a unique setting, that you can’t help but wonder what is going on in that mind of his.

I have to include this blurb from the publisher because describing it it too difficult:

When a murdered woman is found in the city of Beszel, somewhere at the edge of Europe, it looks to be a routine case for Inspector Tyador Borlú of the Extreme Crime Squad. To investigate, Borlú must travel from the decaying Beszel to its equal, rival, and intimate neighbor, the vibrant city of Ul Qoma. But this is a border crossing like no other, a journey as psychic as it is physical, a seeing of the unseen.

Focus on that last line because these two cities share the same geographical space. They are differentiated by the clothes that people wear and the language that they use, but they walk alongside each other and choose to “unsee” the other. That’s right… you are walking in what is essentially a different city, yet you choose to unsee it, so therefore, it’s not there. Got it?

For the world building aspect, I give it many points but I still found myself lost at times. The vocabulary was hard to grasp and I often had to go back to re-read what I had just read. For a murder mystery, I still have yet to really understand what went down. To me, it just seemed as if the same thing was being said over and over again and that I was making little progress.

This aspect was of course, very frustrating and will probably keep me from reading any of this other books, but there was something to this one that made me want to finish it. Mainly, the respect I had for the idea itself. I felt as if I owed the author something since he constructed such an incredibly complex story for me to read.

As for the discussion, there were some Tweets along the same lines as mine (head scratching) but not much was said. Hmmm.

That said, I am glad I read it but now I am ready to move on.

Note from Ti: I also listened to this on audio in addition to reading it in print and it had the same, head scratching effect on me.

Source: Borrowed
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BLAH, My Hand and other stuff…

BLAH1

This weekend I got to meet-up with some other book bloggers. I love meet-ups like this because I get to talk books for several hours non-stop. In the first photo above, you have Amy (My Friend Amy), Jill (Fizzy Thoughts), Other Jill (Rhapsody in Books) and yours truly. It was called BLAH which stands for Bloggers L.A. Happening and was the creation of Other Jill. Creative, huh?

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In the second shot, you have the same players, minus Other Jill but including Florinda (3 R’s). Why couldn’t we get one pic with all of us? Because no one wanted to ask someone to take our picture. Anyway, we met for coffee at Barnes & Noble, did a little browsing and then headed over to The Cheesecake Factory for lunch. Of course afterward, there was more browsing but I didn’t buy a thing! I didn’t have to because Fizzy Jill brought me two books (Silver Sparrow and A Grown-Up Kind of Pretty) and then Other Jill brought me The Last Policeman and some tea, all the way from Ireland!  Thank you ladies!

Concrete Stain

Do you see that floor above? That is concrete stain and that was a little project I was working on courtesy of Pinterest. The staining went well, but when I peeled off that blue tape that you see in the lower right corner of the photo, the stain seeped into the wall which meant that on July 4th, I found myself sprawled out on the floor, painting that trim.

Let me just say that painting at that angle totally screwed me up. I pinched my ulnar nerve which controls the last three fingers on my right hand and they are totally dead. No feeling, no control whatsoever which means typing is ridiculously hard. I am using voice to text when I can, but this means a number of things:

*I am not able to comment on a lot of the blogs I read right now because I have to preserve my hand for work, which allows me no rest at the moment.

*My Facebook posts will be shorter and don’t be surprised if you only see “likes” from me for awhile.

*Reviews may include more typos than I usually have (LOL). I try to catch them and I do in fact see them, but when the thought of clicking and backspacing is enough to make you cry, you learn to live with the typos.

I’ve talked to doctors and chiropractors and right now they are telling me to let it rest and I am doing hand exercises to see if the nerve will release itself. So far, the exercises haven’t helped much. Maybe a little.

As for reading, I am reading The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and loving it. I am also reading Nesbo’s The Redbreast.

What are you reading?

Chatting with friends about books and life…