Max Gladstone

Gods, how do I begin with how I loved this book? This book spoke to me, now, more than almost any other book I have read - not the old, familiar, child me or the tired, penitent me to whom Ender's Game still speaks, but the... romantic, desperate, hungering me that I so often find at my weakest times, that I am so often ashamed of, yet not so ashamed that I would ever dream of purging. The dancing between the agents, the power and constancy of the metaphors for the two, the entwining of their lives at every point in the story, the way that entwining is revealed and pieced together by the reader... It's all delicious, honey and nectar and ambrosia on my tongue, and I scream aloud at my inability to imitate it, my failure to reach the same interlacing with someone else, I have only an ululating agonizing moan, yet I revel in it all.

Five stars, for lack of giving six, and a permanent place on my shelf.… (más)

In an unspecified future time, two warring factions are each using time travel to manipulate the past in order to give their side the edge. Red and Blue, two enemy agents, each continuously attempting to outmaneuver the other by undoing their actions each time they journey back in time, begin to exchange letters. Though the letters start out bloodthirsty and antagonistic, their spirit shifts subtly over time as each agent learns more about the other.

I appreciated the bold, experimental nature of this non-traditional novel, though I'm not sure I grasped all the nuance and abstract language, and suspect I would have had to reread once or twice to fully appreciate it. I'm sorry to say that I'm unwilling to invest that kind of time right now. Could be rewarding for someone who is willing to spend that extra mental energy! I'm satisfied with having read through and sought out a comprehensive synopsis.… (más)

Tell me if this sounds interesting: there's a character named Red and a character named Blue. Red works for a technologically advanced organization and uses technology and makes technology-related metaphors. Blue works for an plant-focused organization and uses plants and makes plant-related metaphors. When they fall in love, Red gives Blue nicknames related to the color blue. In re Blue gives Red nicknames related to the color red.

I hope that does sound interesting, because that's most of what the book is. Besides those surface-level traits, there's not much else to grab onto. The organizations the characters belong to are almost entirely the same, except that one of them decants its agents and the other one grows them. The main characters themselves have little to differentiate them from one another, other than the fact that one is red and the other is blue. Their actions as soldiers in the time war are largely page-filler between receiving letters from one another, heavy on set-dressing but quite forgettable. The letters aren't anything noteworthy either. The main characters' narrative voices are indistinguishable, making it difficult to tell which one is even writing at any given moment (until they start calling their beloved pomegranate or something like that). Though the letters themselves are written on unique materials--a jar of water, a seed--they all have fairly similar contents, using flowery language to say that Red is red and Blue is blue.

This Is How You Lose the Time War is almost delightful in its simplicity. It's so simple that if you cut the whole book down to a paragraph, it probably wouldn't lose anything, because its premise contains everything notable about it. It says that love is passionate and war is hell like those are shocking new ideas, when I'm not sure I've ever read a book so dedicated to not doing anything to surprise the reader. Its literary-sounding language can't hide the fact that it lacks the complexity and sense of curiosity that make literature interesting. In conclusion, this book offers some banal love poetry and quotable lines--but if you want well-realized characters or an interesting story, look elsewhere.… (más)