I’ve been reading a lot of good books lately. One of the latest is Dan Simmon’s Hyperion.
While I was discussing it with Brennen called the universe of Hyperion one of the best space opera universes he’s ever come across (or words to that effect). I actually disagree at this point, as what I’ve read of Hyperion isn’t much of a space opera according to the standards that I know of. Hyperion is big and epic, but it’s the grand scale of a Shakespeare play rather than that of a Republic serial.
Essentially, this book is sort of a futuristic Canterbury Tales; a mysterious,
Each story is fascinating in its own way, and impressively distinct. One is a religious/moral tale, another is the autobiography of a poet (told with appropriately vivid words), another is a hardboiled detective story, another is a bit of military SF, and yet another is a heartrendingly simple rendition of a couple losing their only daughter, and the final story is in the tradition of SF’s golden age, a tale of the end of a world’s way of life, and the consequences of man’s common blindness to the vastness of life.
The stories’ variety kept me interested and intrigued despite the length of the book. It’s really six novellas and short stories strung together with a common theme and the
Which is an impressive statement for any book, really.
In other news, as part of a very busy weekend, my Mom and I braved the oddball weather (beautiful one moment, spitting rain the next) and saw Shrek 2.
I don’t want to write much about it, because any discussion of it will necessarily spoil a good amount of the humor, and I want any readers who haven’t seen the film to walk into that theater without preconceptions or expectations.
I will tell you that I found the film brilliantly funny, so much so that I didn’t hear a few of the lines because I was laughing so hard. The film maintains and enlarges on the spirit of
But that’s icing on a solidly plotted cake (if I may mix my metaphors). There’s a good, solid story here, which is pretty predictable but nicely done.