His new novel Seveneves is ready for ingestion.
However, the book’s informational blurb came with the line “a grand story of annihilation and survival spanning five thousand years.” I wasn’t sure I was ready for such an undertaking. That’s a lot of annihilation and survival.
Some of the positive reviews mention the length is not a detriment to reader enjoyment. I bet that’s true, assuming you are enjoying what Stephenson is putting down.
Maybe I’ve been ruined by reading so many shitty books lately. My literary diet has atrophied my brain and made me an unhappy reader who mutters to himself about bad sentence structure and poorly drawn characters. Perhaps something like Seveneves could save me. A shock to my system with enough force and weight behind it to remind me what the good stuff can be like. Do I have a spare seven years with which to spend reading this monstrosity? Probably.
On the other hand, maybe I don’t need to while the summer away on 5,000 years of apocalyptic future. I am burned out on the apocalypse and have been refusing to partake in apocalyptic anything lately. Of course, Stephenson’s version isn’t likely to be like all the rest of the apocalyptic pablum. It will be well-thought-out and immersive. But that doesn’t mean it will be fun.
I’m undecided. I need someone I trust to dash through it and let me know what it’s really like. Is it well-paced or will it put me to sleep?
I could probably use more sleep. Having someone hit me with the Seveneves hardcover might accomplish that in short order.
I wonder how long the audio book is…