November 16th, 2010
Last night, I puttered with, and abandoned two books. In each case, I just found myself disinterested.
First I tried reading Marching Through Georgia, but I couldn't disengage my disbelief enough to give it a chance. Then, I picked up Larry Niven's Ringworld Children, and the same issue applied, for different reasons. As much as I would enjoy playing in an RPG set on the Ringworld, it doesn't mean that just any old story about it will stimulate me, I guess.
So, on to other books.
Historically, if I started a book, I finished it, and I'd only read one book at a time. This led to a huge backlog of books, when I'd run into a book that I had to slog through. My wife, when we were dating, challenged that behavior, especially in view of the titanic pile of books waiting to be read, and I agreed with her. Nowadays, if I'm not enjoying a book, I just stop, because I have so many that I do enjoy that I haven't gotten to yet.
I've often found that it's just a case of the right book at the wrong time. If I abandon a book I usually keep it around and go back to it later. Sometimes years later. Sometimes it takes two or three attempts, but then, finally, the time is right, and I whiz through the book and just love it!
I've done that with a few books, but some of these I suspect that the time was fifteen years ago, or fifty, and the time to read it has passed. Besides, it's not like the world lacks for other reading matter!
|Date:||November 16th, 2010 09:36 pm (UTC)|| |
Marching Through Georgia was the first Stiling book that I read, and I rather liked it. Under The Yoke was a sort of brutal smack in the face, and I didn't really like The Stone Dogs, or Drakon.
The Island in the Sea of Time series was wonderful and I also really liked the related series he is writing.
But you have to like Alternate Histories to enjoy Stirling.
See, I've liked Turtledove's alternate histories, or at least some of them, but most of the other ones I've read just stop me cold. Too many assumptions, or something too unrealistic. I don't know what it was about Marching, but it just rubbed me wrong, and I dumped it.
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