That last book sounds like a fun read, at least.
Some of these include: The Hoegbotton Guide to Common Cephalopod Mannerisms, The Hoegbotton Guide to Poriomania, and The Return of the Squid Hunter and His Horribly Dangerous Profession. They're also one of the biggest publishers in Ambergris, best known for their guides of the city which provide helpful information for newcomers. Hoegbotton & Sons are the foremost purveyors of goods in the city and are as likely to sell you a shrunken head as a cooking pot. We're then given a history lesson of Ambergris in The Hoegbotton Guide to the Early History of Ambergris. Can you survive the madness without going a little mad yourself? Can you find love while going mad? Is any of this real? The chaos that envelopes the city during the festival threatens not only the life of Dradin, but equally threatens his mind.
Dradin, In Love tells a hectic story of our titular character Dradin, a priest who returns to Ambergris during the Festival of the Freshwater Squid, and falls in love with a woman he sees in a window. A few short stories set the tone, themselves full of weird elements that have become a hallmark to VanderMeer's style. The book starts off as most other books do: with words. Like some large boulder out in the woods broke off and now you're holding it here in your hand hoping it stops oozing that viscous black substance, oh please stop leaking, how are you even leaking you're a rock, what is happening? Even more concerning, when you hold it in your hand and turn it to look at the opposite side, and then turn it back again, you notice that the original side is gone, showing you a whole new face of the stone. Really, this book feels like a living piece of Ambergris itself. That's the easy way to describe this book. From the start, I’ll say this is a four out of five lichens read.Ĭity of Saints and Madmen is a collection of short stories about the fictional city of Ambergris. I am lost inside my mind, inside an apartment unit, inside a pizza.”Īs you can tell, this is the perfect time to read a 700-page tome about a nightmare city that is full of dystopic mysteries and meta-texts.
“Did I make pizza yesterday or three months ago? Or am I eating pizza for every meal, every day, having it as snacks between meals in small bites, blending it into a smoothie for all my beverages, writing notes on old stale pizzas to myself and then waking in the night and eating these would-be notepads? To ingest something is to fully control it. Being in lock down for 6 months and only leaving once a week for a contactless vegetable pickup from a local farm CSA, everything sort of takes on a surreal fever-dream quality.
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