Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Stephen Baxter's Titan is sitting on my desk like a fat pile of wasted wood pulp because I had a thought about it, and am therefore compelled to say something. Never a good idea.

I think the last 56 pages of the novel were the novel. They were the fun part, the interesting part, the thoughtful part.

The other 620 pages. Not so much.

Why I stuck with it, you see, is because I've enjoyed books by Mr. Baxter before, it's about the moon Titan, which might have life on it, and the back copy suggested a conclusion of great import and subtle wisdom.

It was not great or subtle enough to justify the first 620 pages, was all.

There. I've excreted that thought. I can now donate it to the library book sale.

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