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A review by elisee
This Is How You Lose the Time War by Max Gladstone, Amal El-Mohtar
adventurous
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
5.0
No distinct plot, no fleshed out political or technological context, just gay sci-fi romantic vibes, and longing.
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
This books like poetry, the kind of poem you can only wish someone wrote to you. No one understands Blue the way Red does, and vice versa. They are isolated, war weapons, stuck in something bigger than themselves. Where the other shouldn't have a place, and definitely can't. But still they try, and become everything to each other.
"I am yours in other ways as well : yours as I watch the world for your signs, apophenic as a haruspex ; yours as I debate methods, motives, chances of delivery ; yours as I review your words by their sequence, their sound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. Yours."
The vocabulary sometimes feels complicated for the sake of it, of sounding clever. The war intrigue feels like a pretext for the longing. The characters don't have distinct voices. But I don't care, and I loved it.
5 stars
"I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you."
This books like poetry, the kind of poem you can only wish someone wrote to you. No one understands Blue the way Red does, and vice versa. They are isolated, war weapons, stuck in something bigger than themselves. Where the other shouldn't have a place, and definitely can't. But still they try, and become everything to each other.
"I am yours in other ways as well : yours as I watch the world for your signs, apophenic as a haruspex ; yours as I debate methods, motives, chances of delivery ; yours as I review your words by their sequence, their sound, smell, taste, taking care no one memory of them becomes too worn. Yours."
The vocabulary sometimes feels complicated for the sake of it, of sounding clever. The war intrigue feels like a pretext for the longing. The characters don't have distinct voices. But I don't care, and I loved it.
5 stars