Reviews and Comments

It’s very good but I think Zachary would say it has too many side quests.

There’s something wonderfully perverse about a story this obsessed with stories. Like the distilled essence of one of those people who just loves tea and books, not to drink or read but as a part of their identity (and also to drink and read).

For whatever reason I miss Dishonored. It also has a shoutout to one of my favourite games in theory, Sunless Sea.

I don’t understand anything and not in a nice way.

I don’t think I learned anything new reading this. The book proposes or introduces no theory, and describes very little except the lived experience of the author, certainly never lifting its eyes to the broader picture. I understand the need to situate knowledge and all that, but this feels more navel-gazing and meandering than anything else. The book hasn’t given me any new way of thinking about urban planning that a basic feminist understanding and some common sense already gave me.

Still, it was a nice read.

It’s a book and all but I just can’t get around how women are portrayed. They pretty much don’t do anything, and every scene that has a woman starts by describing how big her boobs are. Every time.

Sure, this might be a description of how the characters think, but why would literally ALL characters be incredibly sexist pigs? At that point the raw unpleasantness of the characters start to spoil the rest of the book.

I liked Natasha Pulley’s other books but this one is one of the best books I have read, period.

Much better than the first one, with a nicer setting. It’s still incredibly predictable to anyone who’s ever consumed any pop culture at all, and heavily driven by tropes, but that’s also kind of relaxing.

You know when you’re just tired of having bread with dietary fibres and just want to have pure wheat flour? This is...pure wheat flour.

Trope-intensive but suspenseful. I wish it would have expected a bit more from the reader.

I didn’t understand anything but I kind of like DeWitt.

En helt okej novellsamling som inte alls är lika bra som de andra jag läst av Borges. Det känns litterärt på ett mest bajsnödigt och jobbigt sätt.