The Slynx - Tatyana Tolstaya
The Slynx by Tatyana Tolstaya
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
*Spoiler Alert*
This book. This book describes the addiction to literature I have in excruciating detail. It makes me appreciate the wealth of knowledge I have in comparison to the main character, for what is reading if you don’t understand it?
Also, post apocalyptic at its best. No drowning in scientific garble describing the dessicated toxic surroundings. It is much more concerned with the mentality of the populace, the complete ignorance and great practicality the denizens of this fallout zone are capable of. You never find out much of what exactly happened, but frankly, that’s not what counts here.
What counts is the progression the main character goes from man to monster. 1984 has nothing on how easily he slips into the mindset of what he fears above all else, all for the sake of the written word. God forbid books be as scarce and prized as they are in this world; one could hope they were valued in the real world as much as they are in this novel, but it’s frightening to consider the consequences.
In addition to the transition beautiful in its slick descent is the emotional overtones, the hilarious vulgarity juxtaposed with the overwhelming depression that surfaces every so often. It is loss conveyed at its best, despair over having lost a world of light and having to grind out an existence among the remains; worst of all being able to feel the emotion but not be able to comprehend the reason behind it.
A very good read. Will definitely get you thinking, if nothing else.
View all my reviews
I am a college student with an artist's melancholy and a scientist's morbidity (yes, there is a difference). Here I collect pretty things, pwnful things, powerful things, along with dashes of humor and fuck yeah moments. Enjoy.
