A couple days ago I finished Jeanette Winterson's The Stone Gods, a fairly slender book which deals with the cyclical nature of human error through telling three stories, one after the other, in which three different versions of the same characters fall in love whilst the world ends around them, [though in one case it could be argued that it is ending in microcosm.] Settings range from a far-future doomed human-occupied world in the first section, to ... well, that would be telling, but I shall say that the second section is a speculative historical, while the third is a near future distopia.
Interestingly, a couple of the characters go out of their way throughout the novel to state how much they don't like science fiction, something which Ursula Le Guin calls attention to in her [excellent, and overall positive] review of the novel in The Guardian. Despite what degree of genre snobbery may or may not be going on here, this is most definitely science fiction, and very interesting science fiction at that. The theme of repetition comes up a lot, from repeated phrases and passages, to repeated appearances of certain books and other items, and the cyclical apocalypses themselves. The middle section, [which is the part on which the whole thing turns arguably, and which also gives the book its name], is rather short, and the love story and backdrop were both underdeveloped considering the amount of weight they are asked to carry.
Also note that the novel is preachy. However I did not find that this bore it down too much. This is, after all, a theme-based novel. Winterson's prose is also very stylized, and while I enjoyed a lot of the poetic flourishes some people may find this irritating.
At this point the forum booted me out of the reply field and I lost a bunch of what I'd written. A thought-provoking and engaging book about repetition, destruction, and the funky things societies might do when under stress. Oh, and there's some gender studies sort of stuff in there too.
I also finished reading Depth of Field, the second third of Iain M Banks's Matter. It was good, though still lacking the razor's edge of brilliance that I found made The Player of Games exceptional.
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