I must say, I liked that one a lot better. I did think, briefly, that it was at least going to pull off a very bold, very bleak sort of ending, but ultimately it cheated its way out.Ī while back, I read Disch's The Prisoner, a novel based on the classic TV show which had some similar elements to this one: prisoners, psychological experiments, weirdness, philosophical commentary, and all. Admittedly, it's not quite as simplistic as that, but that doesn't stop it from annoying me. It also goes in for a trope that really bugs me: the use of an eidetic memory and a taste for high culture as signifiers of soaring intelligence. But for the most part, the only word I can use to describe it is "pretentious." Very, very pretentious. And the novel as a whole does capture something of the troubled spirit of its times. There are individual moments here I really liked: a clever and insightful line of dialog, or a very dry, sly, intellectual bit of humor here and there.
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