The Two Mikes

The Two Mikes
Ever wanted to talk with someone about a book you just read? You could just join a book group and talk about it, drink a little, veer off on tangents, work back around to the book again, and finally wrap it up by picking the next book.

But what happens when the book you just read is about about hungry zombies or a haunted house, and your Eat, Pray, Love–reading friends aren’t really into reading it, much less discussing its finer points? That’s what we’re here for. We Two Mikes will be your virtual book group for discussing new and interesting and old and half-forgotten horror books.

If you want to follow along with us, look at the next forbidden book on the table and start reading.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Episode 42: China Mièville's Perdido Street Station

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The Two Mikes tackle another doorstop of a book. Mike S. loves it all over, while Mike M.'s feelings are, shall we say, more nuanced. An unusually focused discussion of a rather meandering and sprawling book.

It's cocktail time!


Two scoops of the best rocky road ice cream you can find
3 shots butterscotch schnapps
3 ice cubes

Blend it up. Drink it down. Rest uneasy.

closing music: "Dream Weaver," Gary Wright (too obvious?)


Emphyrio said...

Okay, how long does it take to get going? I made it about twenty pages with no dramatic question in sight, except maybe whether Isaac and Lynn's forbidden love might be discovered and lead to unhappiness.

I found Mieville too proud of his powers of description at the expense of story qualities -- a cinematic approach that seemed focused on spectacle rather than character or even plot.

Admittedly, I'm an impatient little chicadee.

So should I try this again, or is it simply too much of slow, groaning steamer for my ADHD sensibilities? said...


True, Mièville is justly fond of his descriptive skills, and Perdido St. Station is a slow burn. Still, if you give it a chance (and this is asking a lot for many readers, especially in the horror genre, where immediate action is expected), the payoff is great. The book eventually grabs you and its hold would not be as firm if you didn't have the considerable background the seemingly meandering first quarter (third?) provides.

Still, I don't know your life. It's just a damn book, after all. We're probably all wasting our time . . .