Cryoburn, by Lois McMaster Bujold
Dec. 6th, 2010 10:04 amSummary:
Lois McMaster Bujold returns to her first and most popular character, Miles Vorkosigan, in the lastest novel, Cryoburn. Sadly, the story is sloppy and uninspired, the writing hampered by Ms. Bujold's personal cliches and obvious reluctance to return to this well, follows an entirely predictable arc from beginning to end, and even ends up as its own sort of used furniture, not so much from SF as from modern television police procedurals. The sort of brilliance that turned the SF lexiconigraphic "used furniture" into the literal used furniture scene of A Civil Campaign, by reaching back fourteen (!) books to deliver one of many "oh, yes!" scenes is nowhere to be found in Cryoburn. There is only one "oh, dear God no," scene and it's almost the last scene of the story. The rest of the story runs on rickety rails.
( Minor plot spoilers... )All in all, this is a book designed mostly to Say Something About Families, And How Important They Are, a textbook Motherhood Statement, but somehow it manages to look more like Vorkosigan Fanfic, very definitively told by someone religiously avoiding Mary Sue, than it does a Vorkosigan story of any merit. This is a book that begs the audience, "Please, let's let Miles alone, this time. His time is done. Let me write something else." And the plea is strong, because it also conveys the message, "Look, I seriously injured Miles several times, and he's not going to live a completely full life. People get old, they get sick, and they die. Miles and I are only going to get worse at this, and you don't want me to write that story, do you?"
In that, the book does its job. It is time to leave Miles alone. Ten years of Miles should have been enough for all of us. It's obvious that this book was written purely to give the fans one last look at their hero in his later years, as if 39 were "later years!" Sadly, it does that job all too well.
Cryoburn has a sloppy plot, lazy characterization, and settings borrowed from watching too much television, all in the service of a final, authorial plea: please, let's let Miles live out his life without us, because he's no longer anywhere near his prime, and anything after A Civil Campaign will just get sadder and grimmer as he gets older. In that, the book succeeds.
Lois McMaster Bujold returns to her first and most popular character, Miles Vorkosigan, in the lastest novel, Cryoburn. Sadly, the story is sloppy and uninspired, the writing hampered by Ms. Bujold's personal cliches and obvious reluctance to return to this well, follows an entirely predictable arc from beginning to end, and even ends up as its own sort of used furniture, not so much from SF as from modern television police procedurals. The sort of brilliance that turned the SF lexiconigraphic "used furniture" into the literal used furniture scene of A Civil Campaign, by reaching back fourteen (!) books to deliver one of many "oh, yes!" scenes is nowhere to be found in Cryoburn. There is only one "oh, dear God no," scene and it's almost the last scene of the story. The rest of the story runs on rickety rails.
( Minor plot spoilers... )All in all, this is a book designed mostly to Say Something About Families, And How Important They Are, a textbook Motherhood Statement, but somehow it manages to look more like Vorkosigan Fanfic, very definitively told by someone religiously avoiding Mary Sue, than it does a Vorkosigan story of any merit. This is a book that begs the audience, "Please, let's let Miles alone, this time. His time is done. Let me write something else." And the plea is strong, because it also conveys the message, "Look, I seriously injured Miles several times, and he's not going to live a completely full life. People get old, they get sick, and they die. Miles and I are only going to get worse at this, and you don't want me to write that story, do you?"
In that, the book does its job. It is time to leave Miles alone. Ten years of Miles should have been enough for all of us. It's obvious that this book was written purely to give the fans one last look at their hero in his later years, as if 39 were "later years!" Sadly, it does that job all too well.