Sunday, February 21, 2016

Reader's review - William Hope hodgson (The Night Land)

I don't think I've ever wrote a review like this. In fact, I'm glad that the author is dead log time ago, because what I have to say would surely hurt his feelings.

This book is crap. I hate everything about this book. And yes, I've read the book all the way to the end, although I felt it was a waste of precious time. This book has nothing to offer.

The storyline is simple. One could almost claim it don't exist. In shot terms, the story's about a man who lost his loved one. Years after this tragic incident, we find our protagonist living in a huge pyramid with the rest of mankind. The sun has burned out (how it happened and how they was able to survive remains an unexplained mystery), and outside this pyramid everything is a wasteland, populated with monsters an animals. One day our protagonist receives a message, indicating that his loved one is alive in another body. Obsessed with the thought, he journey out in the wilderness to save his girl. And that's almost all there is to the story.

The writing style is hopeless beyond what's acceptable. A schoolkid could do better. William Hope Hodgson repeats himself time and time again, and his vocabularies seems confined to the most basic words. He is not able to tell the story, even though it is simple and uncomplicated with no twists whatsoever. Most of the story describes our protagonist's journey in the wasteland, but the author managed to destroy even the slightest excitement, that might have been. The story ends up like a log, measuring how many hours of sleep he get, how much he ate and drank and how far he traveled so far. It's unbearable.

Our protagonist seems to suffer from the delusion, that he's outstanding in every aspect, and he don't miss any opportunities to praise his own abilities and wit. But what makes the protagonist completely unacceptable is his view of women. William Hope Hodgson describes (not too good either) how our main character beats and whips his girlfriend whenever she's seem to appear too willful and self-confident. This protagonist is a poor excuse of a man, and don't appear heroic in any way.

This book was published in 1912, and if it reflects how women was treated I general, I'm sure glad that I didn't live to see that.

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