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[vaznetti]

Someone on my flist mentioned Julian May's Pliocene Exile series a few days back; since my books are scattered through three countries (but only two continents!), I figured I'd take the opportunity to look at them again while they and I were in the same place. I picked up The Nonborn King and was struck by a couple of things. First of all, the attention to detail verges on the pathological -- the dinner menus, the descriptions of buildings and fabrics and all that kind of thing. It creates this truly bizarre texture to the world.

Marc Remillard remains a marvelous character in that "please let me never meet anyone like him in a dark alley" way, but he has the parenting skills of a distressed rabbit.

BH thinks that May is a better writer than I do; I find the style dull in places, although the plot here holds together better than the plot of the Milieu series. He also thinks that, if made by someone who really liked the books, they'd make a hell of s series of movies. And they really are so visual, and such an odd mix of the familiar and the alien -- devilled eggs on a silver platter served to telepathic aliens by ramapithecus, and that kind of thing. It might work.

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[vaznetti]

They're good, but really very strange. I have no idea what kind of crack May was smoking when she came up with the idea.