Hyperion: Ausgezeichnet: The Hugo Award, 1990 (Hyperion Cantos, Band 1)
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Ich hab’s nach vielen Jahren nochmal versucht mit dem Buch. Nachdem ich darüber gestolpert bin wie hoch es in manchen Listen hier gerankt ist. Aber ich kann das einfach nicht lesen. Bei Seite 450 bin ich ausgestiegen. Wie kann man so was langweiliges merkwürdiges lesen? Mit diesen ganzen merkwürdigen Figuren die ich zumindest weder richtig verstehe noch das ich mich mich mit irgendeiner dieser Figuren identifizieren kann oder sie zumindest etwas liebgewinnen kann. Keine Ahnung, aber das mein letzter Versuch was diesen Autor angeht. Was für eine Zeitverschwendung
I feel bad about dnf-ing this book. I feel unsatisfied and like I‘ve failed somehow. I really wanted to like this. I loved the premise. The mystery. The first character we follow — the priest— is on its own an outstanding novella. If I could buy simply this story to put it on my shelf, I would. Sadly, the soldier was where the book lost me. And neither the author nor the poet could reel me back in. I also listened to this book while having very high fever, falling in and out of delirious fever dreams. Now when I even just look at the cover the memory of these dreams haunt me. Maybe when these memories fade I too will set out to see the Shrike in person again.
That was an interesting read. I really liked, how the narrative changed with each participant of the journey and that there is a small connection between each story. Felt a bit like Cloud Atlas though. And finally a/n utopian/dystopian future, where people really behave like our mankind. A river that flows across multiple planets? Houses that have rooms on different worlds? That is exactly what I'do with portal technology and no-power-issues. Another thing that I really liked is the fact, that even with their technology level, a journey to a specific world still takes years and the general concept of time debt.
I feel bad about dnf-ing this book. I feel unsatisfied and like I‘ve failed somehow. I really wanted to like this. I loved the premise. The mystery. The first character we follow — the priest— is on its own an outstanding novella. If I could buy simply this story to put it on my shelf, I would. Sadly, the soldier was where the book lost me. And neither the author nor the poet could reel me back in. I also listened to this book while having very high fever, falling in and out of delirious fever dreams. Now when I even just look at the cover the memory of these dreams haunt me. Maybe when these memories fade I too will set out to see the Shrike in person again.
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Ich hab’s nach vielen Jahren nochmal versucht mit dem Buch. Nachdem ich darüber gestolpert bin wie hoch es in manchen Listen hier gerankt ist. Aber ich kann das einfach nicht lesen. Bei Seite 450 bin ich ausgestiegen. Wie kann man so was langweiliges merkwürdiges lesen? Mit diesen ganzen merkwürdigen Figuren die ich zumindest weder richtig verstehe noch das ich mich mich mit irgendeiner dieser Figuren identifizieren kann oder sie zumindest etwas liebgewinnen kann. Keine Ahnung, aber das mein letzter Versuch was diesen Autor angeht. Was für eine Zeitverschwendung
I feel bad about dnf-ing this book. I feel unsatisfied and like I‘ve failed somehow. I really wanted to like this. I loved the premise. The mystery. The first character we follow — the priest— is on its own an outstanding novella. If I could buy simply this story to put it on my shelf, I would. Sadly, the soldier was where the book lost me. And neither the author nor the poet could reel me back in. I also listened to this book while having very high fever, falling in and out of delirious fever dreams. Now when I even just look at the cover the memory of these dreams haunt me. Maybe when these memories fade I too will set out to see the Shrike in person again.
That was an interesting read. I really liked, how the narrative changed with each participant of the journey and that there is a small connection between each story. Felt a bit like Cloud Atlas though. And finally a/n utopian/dystopian future, where people really behave like our mankind. A river that flows across multiple planets? Houses that have rooms on different worlds? That is exactly what I'do with portal technology and no-power-issues. Another thing that I really liked is the fact, that even with their technology level, a journey to a specific world still takes years and the general concept of time debt.
I feel bad about dnf-ing this book. I feel unsatisfied and like I‘ve failed somehow. I really wanted to like this. I loved the premise. The mystery. The first character we follow — the priest— is on its own an outstanding novella. If I could buy simply this story to put it on my shelf, I would. Sadly, the soldier was where the book lost me. And neither the author nor the poet could reel me back in. I also listened to this book while having very high fever, falling in and out of delirious fever dreams. Now when I even just look at the cover the memory of these dreams haunt me. Maybe when these memories fade I too will set out to see the Shrike in person again.