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Burn This Book
Jul. 28th, 2007 11:00 amI love books. But for the third time in my life I've come across a book that I have been seriously tempted to burn.
The book is Chung Kuo by David Wingrove. The blurb on the cover compares him to Frank Herbert, and some fan reviews on Amazon say the same thing. But the truth is he's not fit to kiss the ass of Brian Herbert - and if you've read my review of one of Brian Herbert's books, you'll know that I couldn't say anything worse about any so-called "writer". Or human being, for that matter.
I won't go into details. Suffice it to say that this is book by yet another sick fuck of a "writer" who apparently likes sex-torture a LOT, and inflicts it on his readers. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to rate this piece of shit as a "1" on Amazon.
Update: I couldn't resist writing a review, although I'll doubtless be attacked on Amazon for it.
I wonder if Amazon will even post this review? I'll have to wait for a week or so and check.
The book is Chung Kuo by David Wingrove. The blurb on the cover compares him to Frank Herbert, and some fan reviews on Amazon say the same thing. But the truth is he's not fit to kiss the ass of Brian Herbert - and if you've read my review of one of Brian Herbert's books, you'll know that I couldn't say anything worse about any so-called "writer". Or human being, for that matter.
I won't go into details. Suffice it to say that this is book by yet another sick fuck of a "writer" who apparently likes sex-torture a LOT, and inflicts it on his readers. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to rate this piece of shit as a "1" on Amazon.
Update: I couldn't resist writing a review, although I'll doubtless be attacked on Amazon for it.
Absolutely Vile - AVOID!!!
After I read this book I wanted to scrub out my brain.
Why? Because of the many thousands of books that I've read in my life, Chung Kuo was the sickest and most vile. I'm open-minded, but Mr. Wingrove's joy in sex-torture is truly sociopathic. Words fail me.
This was the worst book I've ever read in my life. I can only assume that those who compare Wingrove to Isaac Asimov and Frank Herbert (as the blurb on the back suggests) have never READ Asimov or Frank Herbert. Either that, or they are seriously, seriously confused. And I'm being charitable in my choice of words.
Wingrove is a mediocre stylist, his characters are all unappealing and flat, and the plot is awkward at best. But all of that is secondary. This is simply a vile book, and I hope that anyone considering it will move on to something better - such as the Foundation or Dune series (with the caveat that the Dune series should NOT be considered to include anything written by Frank Herbert's talentless son Brian). Or, if you really want to read Chinese- or Asian-themed fiction, why not read the wonderful science fiction of Cordwainer Smith? I'd also recommend the ancient China fantasies of Barry Hughart. James Clavell's Shogun is also far superior to the execrable Chung Kuo.
Life is far too short to read a twisted piece of garbage like this.
I wonder if Amazon will even post this review? I'll have to wait for a week or so and check.
Burn This Book
Jul. 28th, 2007 11:00 amI love books. But for the third time in my life I've come across a book that I have been seriously tempted to burn.
The book is Chung Kuo by David Wingrove. The blurb on the cover compares him to Frank Herbert, and some fan reviews on Amazon say the same thing. But the truth is he's not fit to kiss the ass of Brian Herbert - and if you've read my review of one of Brian Herbert's books, you'll know that I couldn't say anything worse about any so-called "writer". Or human being, for that matter.
I won't go into details. Suffice it to say that this is book by yet another sick fuck of a "writer" who apparently likes sex-torture a LOT, and inflicts it on his readers. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to rate this piece of shit as a "1" on Amazon.
Update: I couldn't resist writing a review, although I'll doubtless be attacked on Amazon for it.
I wonder if Amazon will even post this review? I'll have to wait for a week or so and check.
The book is Chung Kuo by David Wingrove. The blurb on the cover compares him to Frank Herbert, and some fan reviews on Amazon say the same thing. But the truth is he's not fit to kiss the ass of Brian Herbert - and if you've read my review of one of Brian Herbert's books, you'll know that I couldn't say anything worse about any so-called "writer". Or human being, for that matter.
I won't go into details. Suffice it to say that this is book by yet another sick fuck of a "writer" who apparently likes sex-torture a LOT, and inflicts it on his readers. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to rate this piece of shit as a "1" on Amazon.
Update: I couldn't resist writing a review, although I'll doubtless be attacked on Amazon for it.
Absolutely Vile - AVOID!!!
After I read this book I wanted to scrub out my brain.
Why? Because of the many thousands of books that I've read in my life, Chung Kuo was the sickest and most vile. I'm open-minded, but Mr. Wingrove's joy in sex-torture is truly sociopathic. Words fail me.
This was the worst book I've ever read in my life. I can only assume that those who compare Wingrove to Isaac Asimov and Frank Herbert (as the blurb on the back suggests) have never READ Asimov or Frank Herbert. Either that, or they are seriously, seriously confused. And I'm being charitable in my choice of words.
Wingrove is a mediocre stylist, his characters are all unappealing and flat, and the plot is awkward at best. But all of that is secondary. This is simply a vile book, and I hope that anyone considering it will move on to something better - such as the Foundation or Dune series (with the caveat that the Dune series should NOT be considered to include anything written by Frank Herbert's talentless son Brian). Or, if you really want to read Chinese- or Asian-themed fiction, why not read the wonderful science fiction of Cordwainer Smith? I'd also recommend the ancient China fantasies of Barry Hughart. James Clavell's Shogun is also far superior to the execrable Chung Kuo.
Life is far too short to read a twisted piece of garbage like this.
I wonder if Amazon will even post this review? I'll have to wait for a week or so and check.
Sebastian & The Birthday
Jul. 28th, 2007 07:36 pmWe drove up to my brother's house for my niece's birthday today. Sebastian had been begging to go, but on the way he started crying and fussing non-stop; his eye hurt him. When we got there we borrowed some children's Motrin and give it to him. Within an hour, he felt much better.
"I feel great!"
He fussed a lot when it was time to go, but soon after we got him into the car he started crying and fussing again. He sounded terrible (and we could tell he meant it) so on the way we stopped and grabbed some children's Tylenol meltaways. I gave him one, but it had barely started melting before he told us that he was going to throw up and spat it into a waiting plastic bag.
It was a long trip home. He cried a lot. Ten minutes before we got home he fell asleep. Teri carried him in, gave him three teaspoons of children's Motrin, and we put him to bed. He asked for me to read him a story, so I settled in next to him with The Adventures of Phunsi (note to self: I really should write a full-length review of that book, since no one else on the web has done it).
He started perking up, and suddenly told me that he was going to stay up late to watch Scooby Doo.
"Hmm..." I answered, and without a moment's thought started singing a lullaby. By the time I finished it, he was sound asleep.
Nice to know the magic still works.
"I feel great!"
He fussed a lot when it was time to go, but soon after we got him into the car he started crying and fussing again. He sounded terrible (and we could tell he meant it) so on the way we stopped and grabbed some children's Tylenol meltaways. I gave him one, but it had barely started melting before he told us that he was going to throw up and spat it into a waiting plastic bag.
It was a long trip home. He cried a lot. Ten minutes before we got home he fell asleep. Teri carried him in, gave him three teaspoons of children's Motrin, and we put him to bed. He asked for me to read him a story, so I settled in next to him with The Adventures of Phunsi (note to self: I really should write a full-length review of that book, since no one else on the web has done it).
He started perking up, and suddenly told me that he was going to stay up late to watch Scooby Doo.
"Hmm..." I answered, and without a moment's thought started singing a lullaby. By the time I finished it, he was sound asleep.
Nice to know the magic still works.
Sebastian & The Birthday
Jul. 28th, 2007 07:36 pmWe drove up to my brother's house for my niece's birthday today. Sebastian had been begging to go, but on the way he started crying and fussing non-stop; his eye hurt him. When we got there we borrowed some children's Motrin and give it to him. Within an hour, he felt much better.
"I feel great!"
He fussed a lot when it was time to go, but soon after we got him into the car he started crying and fussing again. He sounded terrible (and we could tell he meant it) so on the way we stopped and grabbed some children's Tylenol meltaways. I gave him one, but it had barely started melting before he told us that he was going to throw up and spat it into a waiting plastic bag.
It was a long trip home. He cried a lot. Ten minutes before we got home he fell asleep. Teri carried him in, gave him three teaspoons of children's Motrin, and we put him to bed. He asked for me to read him a story, so I settled in next to him with The Adventures of Phunsi (note to self: I really should write a full-length review of that book, since no one else on the web has done it).
He started perking up, and suddenly told me that he was going to stay up late to watch Scooby Doo.
"Hmm..." I answered, and without a moment's thought started singing a lullaby. By the time I finished it, he was sound asleep.
Nice to know the magic still works.
"I feel great!"
He fussed a lot when it was time to go, but soon after we got him into the car he started crying and fussing again. He sounded terrible (and we could tell he meant it) so on the way we stopped and grabbed some children's Tylenol meltaways. I gave him one, but it had barely started melting before he told us that he was going to throw up and spat it into a waiting plastic bag.
It was a long trip home. He cried a lot. Ten minutes before we got home he fell asleep. Teri carried him in, gave him three teaspoons of children's Motrin, and we put him to bed. He asked for me to read him a story, so I settled in next to him with The Adventures of Phunsi (note to self: I really should write a full-length review of that book, since no one else on the web has done it).
He started perking up, and suddenly told me that he was going to stay up late to watch Scooby Doo.
"Hmm..." I answered, and without a moment's thought started singing a lullaby. By the time I finished it, he was sound asleep.
Nice to know the magic still works.