Polostan
That’s a little the way I feel about Neal Stephenson’s latest: It’s as readable as all his best books, an interesting setting – the USA and Russia in the 1930s – and a compelling, non-cliched protagonist. But at page 300, it just stops.
I didn’t feel as disappointed – and cheated – as I felt when I go to the ‘end’ of TESB. Probably because it says up front that this is the first book in a trilogy. The thing is, though, it doesn’t read like the first ‘book’ of a trilogy, with a self-contained narrative that concludes but is also open to expansion in further volumes.
What it feels like is the first third of one long book. As though the publisher got bored typesetting it all and decided to put out the first 300 pages and then come back to the remaining 600 – if NS’s other massive tomes are anything to go by - when they felt like it.
I liked Polostan. I like Neal Stephenson’s novels. But I’ll probably like it a whole lot more when I get to read the rest of it.
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