Moments ago I finished Awake in the Night Land by John C. Wright.
As I sit to give you my thoughts on it... the first thing that comes to mind is a question. How does one review... or critique... something like this? I am unfit.
One does not critique the great works of literature. One appreciates them. You define good and bad by them. Good and bad do not apply to them.
And so... it is with quivering hand that I place Awake in the Night Land in the most cherished of bookcases... where it will stand... not with the merely great. Not with Zelazny or Heinlein. No. It rests with the masters that tower over the merely great. It shall stand with Tolstoy.... with Faulkner... Defoe... Melville.
A few men have great things to say. A few great men say things beautifully.
Cherish the tiny few who say a great thing in a beautiful way.
John C Wright is one such man. Awake in the Night Land is one of the finest books of any type in any genre I have ever read. It is Moby Dick. It is Paradise Lost. It is Crime and Punishment.
This is not hyperbole. Great books challenge you. They speak to the spark in your soul. One may improve himself... by merely reading them.
Go and read. Go and appreciate.
upon reflection I would offer some advice to the reader. Read with patience. Each story builds upon the last. You will have questions and frustrations as you go. Keep going. The struggle of the climb improves the view from the top.