It's odd that, in trying to figure out how to explain this book, I first have to figure out exactly what is the sexually transmitted disease. It's not citizenship in the strange city of Palimpsest - that has to be earned. It's not passage to the city, as that has to be achieved, every time someone g...
a fever dream of a novel. Four strangers mysteriously find their way to a very strange city, in their dreams, apparently. The city is described in delirious prose that almost feels drug induced. The strangers can only get there by having sex with someone who's already been there and has a tattoo, a ...
‘It's been a long time coming. It's going to be a long time gone’. This lyric sums up my experience with Palimpsist. I can’t remember the last time a read a book that actually seemed to fight for its ambiguity. I have been reading fantasy and such for many, many years and this book takes license wit...
Reseña de: Palimpsest, de Catherynne M. Valente. ¿Cómo lo haces, Catherynne M. Valente? ¿Cómo? La premisa del libro es interesante de por si: Una ciudad que es transmitida sexualmente. Si, así como suena. Una vez que estás "infectado" puedes comenzar a experimentar esta ciudad en sueños. Y e...
It was the best of books; it was the worst of books. First, the "best" part. Valente writes beautifully, poetically, lushly, adjective-ly.[November] could never escape the feeling of strange Spanish holiness that California bestowed--the cities named for saints, angels, benediction. The capital itse...
Its a beautifully written book with lots of poetic words built on surreal imagery. I love looking at surreal imagery but reading about it drains me and I'm not sure why. I thought I was going to love this book, I at least loved the idea it was built on, a sexually transmitted city (wow!) but too ma...
Let's be honest. The reason this book has sat on my shelf for months is because it just isn't my style. Three months later and only halfway through, and I find it time to resignedly face defeat. I love Valente's lush prose; the vivid detail that appeals to all my senses and perfectly conjures a scen...
"Sei pressed her cheek against the cold glass; strips of black mountains tore by under latern-blue clouds beyond her wide window. She knew a man was watching her - the way men on trains always watched her. The train car rocked gently from side to side, hushing its charges like a worried mother. She ...
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