![]() ![]() Liberated from the stark realism, that so dominates the aptly-named "noir" genre, by VanderMeer's signature fungus tapestry, the reader is taken to an artistic experience that only speculative fiction can give. No.įinch, our hero - though it's not his real name - is like Hitchcock's Everyman Detective - Vertigo's Jimmy Stewart in a dapper suit and tie in my imaginary version of events, lean and intense in his contained state of paranoia ready to burst - trapped in a world rich with atmospheric fabulism, bleak and black and more noir than noir. No vampires looking for love in Dallas, and no magicians dealing with a disbelieving world around them. It upends urban fantasy completely because instead of a fantastickal narrator, our narrator is quite mundane. The thing about Jeff VanderMeer's "Finch" coming out in October 2009, is that it is the sort of masterpiece only VaderMeer could produce. I'm just going to tell you the core of my experience, and skip reviewing the book. ![]() Plenty of those will be coming soon enough. ![]() As I am not confident about writing non-fiction reviews at a level of quality that I see in others, I am loathe to really try to write a good and proper review. ![]()
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