The Book of Strange New Things by Michel Faber

The Book of Strange New Things

It was great. Beatrice’s loss of faith kind of annoyed me, and I knew that it was going to happen, but I think it happened too quick, and too late into the story. If a bunch of hoodlum brats were torturing my cat, I’d have been really upset (more like devastated and catatonic, because I love cats), but I don’t know if I’d have been all, “there’s no God.”

Not that I haven’t had my faith tested, because I have, and I am ashamed to admit it. I lost my faith for incredibly shallow and vain, prideful reasons.

But anyway, I loved it. I stayed up late to finish it, however, it left me wanting more and I had a lot of questions about Oasis, its inhabitants, and the bizarre environment.

This planet is supposed to be humid and tropical, but there’s no tropical plants. There’s hardly any animals. There’s no mountains or large bodies of water. I don’t know how the author could have conceived of such a massively boring world. I plan on writing a novel of my own that takes place on another planet, and boy do I have big plans for this planet. Exotic plants and animals, fantastic terrain, majestic mountains, etc.

The Oasans are so sweet and nice, and I thought it sad that Peter decided to leave them, although his wife clearly needed him. He never really lost his faith in God, and he never gave up on her, and was even willing to stay with her even if she had permanently turned her back on God. That’s far more than what I could do, given that I’ve had a falling out with a friend over this very matter.

Anyway, some reviewers have complained about the “proselytizing” and “preachiness” of this book. I don’t know if the author is a Christian – I have heard of his other novels, and I had started reading Under the Skin after seeing the film adaptation starring Scarlett Johansson. However, he knows his stuff as far as Christianity goes. I mean, the characters are never caricatures – they seemed real to me, although simply Christian, not cursing or whatnot (although Peter does let loose a curse when one of the aliens might die). Most secular authors just know nothing about Christianity, and often write characters that are these ridiculous parodies of Christians – street preachers bellowing about hell and damnation and how evil the world is. Oh, and they can’t resist writing Christian characters that are total hypocrites. No, Bea and Peter are not hypocrites, they are not hyper judgmental and they don’t constantly tell people they’re going to hell. They don’t push their religion on other people, but they don’t hide their faith either.

So there was a lot of talk about God, the Bible, the nature of Jesus, etc. Of course there would be – the story is told from the perspective of Peter the pastor. It’s not first person narrative, but it is told from his perspective, and Peter’s opinions aren’t necessarily the author’s opinions. He did a great job in writing a realistic Christian character and I guess some people don’t like actual, authentic Christians rather than the ridiculous caricature created by the mainstream media.

So if you hate Christianity portrayed in an even remotely flattering light, this novel isn’t for you. You might be delighted at Beatrice writing “there’s no god” after the torture of their cat, but Peter says no such thing. Sorry.

Anyways, as I said earlier, I really liked it. I wanted to know more about the Oasans – did they have a form of government? Were there more of them on the planet, or was the settlement their total population? Did they have any of their own creation myths prior to the arrival of the humans? Why did they look the way they did? Why did only some choose to be Christians?

This novel is really about long distance relationships and how they are tested, and how they endure. Unfortunately, we are left without knowing if Peter and Beatrice really patched things up. So much left unsaid, but the whole experience with the Oasans was just amazing.

Just a quick note about the Oasans. They like the New Testament better than the old testament. Jesus and forgiveness resonates with them more than any other story in the Bible.

I wonder if this is some kind of insight into their society and how they view themselves. Have they, as a society, done something bad, and are they in need of forgiveness from a savior?

I wonder.

The Graceling Realm Series by Kristin Cashore

This is a review of all three books, mainly because I feel that they’re all rather formulaic at their core. These are fantasy novels written by the ostensibly left-wing feminist Kristin Cashore, and they take place in a mystical realm with two major landmasses separated by a mountain range: The Seven Kingdoms and The Dells. Graceling and Bitterblue both take place in the Seven Kingdoms, while Fire, the middle book, takes place in the Dells.

In the Seven Kingdoms, there are people with special abilities called Gracelings – each of these people are gifted in one area. Someone might be a phenomenal cook, someone else might be able to read minds, etc. They are distinguished by their odd eyes – one eye might be green, the other blue.

In the Dells, there are brightly colored animals called monsters. There appears to be no other major difference to these animals other than their outlandish coloring. There were human “monsters” with brightly colored hair and special abilities, like mind control, but they died out, and the book Fire starts out with the last human monster in the Dells – a dark-skinned, red haired girl named Fire.

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The Vigilance Commitee by David Lawrence Palm

vigilance commitee

Oh my god, this book is hilarious.  It is also kind of sad, because even though it is satire, I’ve seen a lot of this on sites like Tumblr and Democratic Underground.  There are people who talk like Blue Jade, Darius, Ally, O-O and Jacob Chu.

Hulbert grew up in an ordinary home, and he is a total mama’s boy.  His father hit him once, and he thinks he’s a victim of severe child abuse.  His mother indulges him and spoils him, even going so far as to buy him a $300 microscope after his father clearly said they couldn’t afford it.  His father leaves the family for good, and Hulbert eventually leaves home for college.  He, of course, is terrified of being out in the world without his enabling mother, who ‘protects’ him from all the bad feels in life.

But when he gets to Banksey University, he sees that he needn’t have worried.  Campus is full of spoiled, coddled wannabe victims such as himself, and he changes his name to Blue Jade (it is not masculine and gender neutral) to better fit in.

He meets the following:  Darius, an angry black guy who had an upper middle-class upbringing; a gender-whatever chick named O-O, Jacob Chu, an angry Asian guy, Ally, a slutty feminist who accuses almost every guy of rape, and the leader of their group, Ms. Earthlover.  Together they aim to make Banksey University a more inclusive, diverse and tolerant place.

Of course, if you are a conservative or libertarian, you know where this is going.  The group dubs themselves the Vigilance Committee, and they even come up with their own logo – the All-Seeing Eye of Progress.  They make it their mission to stamp out micro aggressions and punish anyone that isn’t sufficiently diverse and tolerant enough.  Anyone that doesn’t meet their lofty standards gets their picture on the Wall of Exposure – a bulletin board in their meeting space full of the photos of the people who they’ve slandered, censored and harassed.

Their first victim is their English professor, then a black guy named Bryan Jones, who absolutely refuses to censor himself for their approval and comfort, noted activist and historical figure Frederick Douglass and finally the Dean of Students, Roger Snarley, who, throughout the story, had bent over backwards to accommodate the Vigilance Committee.

I don’t want to spoil it any further.  It is really funny, because the character and their antics are so over the top, but if you regularly read conservative blogs, you know that a great deal of this stuff is true.  Liberals, or progressives, or whatever they’re calling themselves this week, actually talk like this.  They’re really like this, and they’ve left a trail of destruction in their wake.

Some of the things that made me laugh:  the repeated use of ‘intolerant asshole cunt’, the favorite words of many idiot libtards, and the convoluted euphemisms used to describe Asians (people whose ethnocultural heritage originates east of the Turkish Straights and the Caucasus and Ural Mountains), Hispanics (people of South American, Central American or in some cases Caribbean provenance), Arabs (people whose ethnocultural heritage originates between the Sinai Peninsula and Rajasthan and south of Azerbaijan, Turkmenistan and the Caspian Sea), and of course, black people (People of Color).

The ending is sad, though, but not surprising.  I fully expect something like that to happen at the hands of the demented social justice warriors.

I caught a couple of misspellings, one incorrectly used word, and the spelling of Bryan Jones’s name kept shifting between Bryan and Brian (in the last chapter anyway).  Everything else was fine, though.

Finally, a funny book savagely mocking the progressives.  I highly recommend it.

Sex Trouble by Robert Stacy McCain

I loved this book, but then again, I’ve been reading the author’s blog for a few years now. This book examines the writings of prominent feminists from the past and the present. Stacy proves that the current form of feminism has its roots in a deep hatred of men (and that a great deal of these feminists are all lesbians) by quoting the feminists themselves. Today’s feminism is strongly influenced by the man-hating feminists of yesteryear (so to speak) and that this ideology is still being taught in Women’s Studies classes today.

It’s really short, though. I think Stacy is going to publish another book with more material. This book, however, is still pretty good and a quick read. There are also a lot of quotes from feminists, and they all come across as completely crazy.

The feminists over at Celebitchy need to read this book so that they understand why people like Shailene Woodley (and she’s an idiot, by the way) think that feminism is nothing more than man-hating. I mean, how could one reach any other conclusion after reading the crap written by the likes of Andrea Dworkin?

I see that a couple of social justice warriors already posted negative reviews of this book, and of course, those reviews are nothing but baseless insults – no real discussion.

(I originally posted this at the book’s Amazon page, under the name dom0-kun.  I know the name is weird.)

Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

Shatter Me


I should be ashamed of myself.  Not only did I read the (bad) reviews before reading the book, I read reviews AFTER reading the book and have (almost) nothing original to say about it!  In fact, I AM ashamed of myself, but I wanted to write about it anyway.

By the way, I read this back in January, and wrote the first draft of this review way back then.

Brief summary of the book can be found on Good Reads.  I will copy and paste the first paragraph:

The last time she did, it was an accident, but The Reestablishment locked her up for murder. No one knows why Juliette’s touch is fatal. As long as she doesn’t hurt anyone else, no one really cares. The world is too busy crumbling to pieces to pay attention to a 17-year-old girl. Diseases are destroying the population, food is hard to find, birds don’t fly anymore, and the clouds are the wrong color.

The review is kind of spoiler-ish…

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