A review by akemi_666
The Dying Earth by Jack Vance
4.0
I love this so so much; its chaotic exuberance, its devilishly cruel, silly and earnest characters, its fanciful subversions on solemnity and egoism.
This is everything fantasy should be; an open field for violent and beautiful whimsy, where prejudices rupture, bodies fold and roll apart, and the absurd becomings of desire collide revealing the comic infinitude of life.
I wish for no more Tolkien-esque grand narratives of pastoral nationalism and Volkish renewal. I want chaos for the rest of my life. I want the joy of becoming with no possibility of return.
This is everything fantasy should be; an open field for violent and beautiful whimsy, where prejudices rupture, bodies fold and roll apart, and the absurd becomings of desire collide revealing the comic infinitude of life.
I wish for no more Tolkien-esque grand narratives of pastoral nationalism and Volkish renewal. I want chaos for the rest of my life. I want the joy of becoming with no possibility of return.