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A review by timinbc
Bone Silence by Alastair Reynolds
3.0
I give the third star only for scope. I hope this was meant as a YA. That would excuse a few things.
One giveaway would be 2 teenage girls running a ship and no one thinks they might be THOSE teenage girls; another might be Marty Stu Incer, who might be 20 and is a squadron leader. At least with Ender Wiggin we got a back story.
So, we continue with the wildly inconsistent science. We don't have computers, navigation seems to be based on telescopes, but we can put on new limbs in any handy clinic. We have artillery battles at distances in the thousands of miles (OK, it's easier with no air and no gravity but still ..)
"lungstuff" - really?
Three "oh, FFS" items:
(1) The glow was obviously going to
(2) Has any death in all of fiction been more telegraphed than Prozor's?
(3) at the Big Dumb Object near the end, of COURSE the key discovery is JUST beyond the maximum rope length. It's never in the first room, and never in the one they didn't find.
I say, chaps, am I alone in wondering how the young ladies came to converse as if they were at Miss Havisham's Finishing School for Ladies? Except that both often say "ain't". Or how some of the crew seem to have gone to the Gabby Hayes School of Overdone Character Acting, arr, we likes that, doesn't we matey?
All too often this got speechy, or took 1000 words when 200 would have done, and I admit I skimmed a lot.
Saldy, Reynolds hasn't thrilled me since the disaster that was Absolution Gap [my review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/104068924?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1]. I really didn't care for the Poseidon series either. We all change, and I guess AR and I have grown apart.
One giveaway would be 2 teenage girls running a ship and no one thinks they might be THOSE teenage girls; another might be Marty Stu Incer, who might be 20 and is a squadron leader. At least with Ender Wiggin we got a back story.
So, we continue with the wildly inconsistent science. We don't have computers, navigation seems to be based on telescopes, but we can put on new limbs in any handy clinic. We have artillery battles at distances in the thousands of miles (OK, it's easier with no air and no gravity but still ..)
"lungstuff" - really?
Three "oh, FFS" items:
(1) The glow was obviously going to
Spoiler
kill her, except we knew it wouldn't, and she forced a crisis, and .... not much happened.(2) Has any death in all of fiction been more telegraphed than Prozor's?
(3) at the Big Dumb Object near the end, of COURSE the key discovery is JUST beyond the maximum rope length. It's never in the first room, and never in the one they didn't find.
I say, chaps, am I alone in wondering how the young ladies came to converse as if they were at Miss Havisham's Finishing School for Ladies? Except that both often say "ain't". Or how some of the crew seem to have gone to the Gabby Hayes School of Overdone Character Acting, arr, we likes that, doesn't we matey?
All too often this got speechy, or took 1000 words when 200 would have done, and I admit I skimmed a lot.
Saldy, Reynolds hasn't thrilled me since the disaster that was Absolution Gap [my review: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/104068924?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1]. I really didn't care for the Poseidon series either. We all change, and I guess AR and I have grown apart.