This is the sequel to last week’s post about all the ways Ted Chiang’s book blows my mind and makes me want to be a better writer.
I’m aware that what follows may come across as overly critical, so let me start by reiterating that I really enjoyed these stories. They intrigued and surprised me, and made me feel like I was wrestling with some incredible intellectual notions.
If I’ve written more about what didn’t work for me than what did, it’s only because those were the aspects I felt best able to get a grip on when it comes to analysing why they affected me the way I did and applying those lessons to my own writing.
Again, this review contains very minor and non-specific spoilers – unless you’re reading the book right now, you should be fine.