Comments on: The Baroque http://ricardo.strangevistas.net/the-baroque.html "No. Not even in the face of Armaggedon. Never compromise." Fri, 25 Jul 2008 17:35:13 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: Ricardo http://ricardo.strangevistas.net/the-baroque.html#comment-100 Ricardo Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://ricardo.strangevistas.net/wordpress/?p=113#comment-100 And I (superficially) know a fellow who loves that book more than, maybe, dear life. Had me on high hopes. Just goes to show one review ain't ever enough. And I (superficially) know a fellow who loves that book more than, maybe, dear life. Had me on high hopes. Just goes to show one review ain’t ever enough.

]]> By: Ricardo J. http://ricardo.strangevistas.net/the-baroque.html#comment-101 Ricardo J. Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000 http://ricardo.strangevistas.net/wordpress/?p=113#comment-101 It's the pompousness that bores me to tears. Mieville certainly has a way with words, but unfortunately he uses them to write paragraphs full great sounding combinations that mean absolutely squat. While this isn't from the book, it might as well be: "I breathe. And as the cold raspy autumn wind of the derelict city passes through the perpendicularity of my consequences, I subcutaneously animate and feel the electrolisis, embedding every tiny particle of the dust diaspora in my clorophilliac tendrils." The first time it's interesting, and you eat every word like juicy morsels. After a while, the appetite is gone and you swear that if you have to swallow yet another overconstructed sentence, you'll throw up. It’s the pompousness that bores me to tears. Mieville certainly has a way with words, but unfortunately he uses them to write paragraphs full great sounding combinations that mean absolutely squat. While this isn’t from the book, it might as well be:

“I breathe. And as the cold raspy autumn wind of the derelict city passes through the perpendicularity of my consequences, I subcutaneously animate and feel the electrolisis, embedding every tiny particle of the dust diaspora in my clorophilliac tendrils.”

The first time it’s interesting, and you eat every word like juicy morsels. After a while, the appetite is gone and you swear that if you have to swallow yet another overconstructed sentence, you’ll throw up.

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