I loved especially Hyperion, but I said my final goodbye the day I opened Flashback… what an awful piece of rear end production that was.
The Hyperion series was awesome, original, well-thought out, spiced with a background of Enoch the Prophet, flying space trees … and I’ll cherish it forever.
Flashback not so much, what a hateful piece of right wing trash that was. And I’m not necessarily against a solid story that makes me think or even just learn to appreciate other’s viewpoints, but this was more like something Ben Shapiro would write. “leftie bad hur durr”, you probably know what I mean. On top of that, it was shattered, incoherent and relied insanely on Deus Ex Machina constructions throughout.
To put it in stark terms, Flashback is the novel in which I share the psychological and real-world reality (if not any details of the actual experience) of the day I came home from college early in my freshman year to discover that both of my parents had been diagnosed with cancer and would soon die. And it will also share the dawning perception of a nineteen-year-old – after my parents’ slow and hard deaths that year only six months apart, and after hospital and funeral expenses were paid – that my younger brother (still in high school) and I, the remnants of what had been a fairly happy family, were flat broke, jobless, and seemingly without a viable future. None of my story of this is in Flashback, per se, yet it’s all there behind the book. The emotions are there.
I loved especially Hyperion, but I said my final goodbye the day I opened Flashback… what an awful piece of rear end production that was.
The Hyperion series was awesome, original, well-thought out, spiced with a background of Enoch the Prophet, flying space trees … and I’ll cherish it forever.
Flashback not so much, what a hateful piece of right wing trash that was. And I’m not necessarily against a solid story that makes me think or even just learn to appreciate other’s viewpoints, but this was more like something Ben Shapiro would write. “leftie bad hur durr”, you probably know what I mean. On top of that, it was shattered, incoherent and relied insanely on Deus Ex Machina constructions throughout.
I never understood and I never ever will I. Sad.
Oh, I understand it. Simmons was too eager to tell us why he didn’t like “certain people.”
Oh definitely. I just never understood how this could be the same author.
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