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Cargando... Maxwell's Demonpor Steven Hall
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Fiction.
Literature.
Thriller.
HTML:Fourteen years after the monumental publication of the international bestseller The Raw Shark Texts, Maxwell's Demon heralds the triumphant return of Granta Best Young British Novelist Steven Hall Thomas Quinn is having a hard time. A failed novelist, he's stuck writing short stories and audio scripts for other people's characters. His wife, Imogen, is working on a remote island halfway around the world, and talking to her over the webcam isn't the same. The bills are piling up, the dirty dishes are stacking in the sink, and the whole world seems to be hurtling towards entropic collapse. Then he gets a voicemail from his father, who has been dead for seven years. Thomas's relationship with Stanley Quinnâ??a world-famous writer and erstwhile absent fatherâ??was always shaky, not least because Stanley always seemed to prefer his enigmatic assistant and protégé Andrew Black to his own son. Yet after Black published his first book, Cupid's Engine, which went on to sell over a million copies, he disappeared completely. Now strange things are happening to Thomas, and he can't help but wonder if Black is tugging at the seams of his world behind the scenes. Absurdly brilliant, wildly entertaining, and utterly mind-bending, Maxwell's Demon triumphantly excavates the ways we construct meaning in a world where chaotic collapse looms closer No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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For one, post-modern, meta-fiction, typographical trickery is not my thing. Like many others, I was reminded of House of Leaves, but this book is sprinkled with far less of the typographical word play than that book, for which I am grateful. I'd almost consider Hall’s usage a tolerable amount, except that some of it was so tiny that my middle-aged eyes determined he didn't want me to read those parts, and I didn't.
Second, the physics stuff was interesting to me as were the philosophical musings and the bible apocrypha, but the mysteries contained in the polaroid, Dracula's Castle, Imogen's whereabouts and other things frustrated me because I did not find them interesting enough to cast about lost in Hall's game.
Third, he takes too long to tell the story, dancing around it and dangling bits without enough forward progression. I got much more curious when Stanley arrives in Owthorne in search of Andrew Black, but this is also where things more aggressively start to fall apart.
Last, from that point on, there's an unfair amount of having to suspend your disbelief that ratchets up in the final acts, and in which everything is revealed to be first one thing, then another thing, and then yet another thing until you realize this thing was never going anywhere at all. I like a good twist, but it has to follow some sort of logic otherwise it's just another M. Night Shyamalan, and I'm not a fan of that. (