Monday, December 12, 2011

The City of Dreaming Books, Walter Moers

    It’s alive I tell you, alive! Everything in this book is alive. Even the book itself might be as well, possessed by the Orm and all the astral dust in between Earth and Bookholm. Moers conjures up a vast catalog of species and settings in this metafiction-fantasy, which is mostly set in the catacombs below a city of readers and writers. Some parts in this book are unforgettable, like the trombomusic, the trash dump, the crystal caves, and the mine-shaft “rollercoaster”, which might be the most intense segment of any book I’ve read this year. For fans of adventure, don’t let the metafiction dissuade you; after 100 pages the wild journey begins, a journey that left me scratching my head in between the epic, often horrifying dangers that lurk beneath Bookholm's dark, mysterious caverns. I’m quite certain that fans of the Abaratseries by Clive Barker will love this to pieces. They are very similar in the factors of genre, style, and outlandish creativity. So, if you love Abarat, read this! 

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