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mjfmjfmjf's review
2.0
2.5 of 5. An Endeavour Book. Stupid and pointless. It was aimed somewhat as an mythological allegory but fell quite wide of its mark.
david_agranoff's review
2.0
I happened across this novel at the library and picked it up based on the strength of the press. Underland Press. A Portland based indie press who released books by two of my favorite authors Brian Evenson and John Shirley. Hughes a Canadian author is new to me but has novels published with both Nightshade and Angry Robot. I can’t say where this novel fits in with his greater style I can only judge this one.
The story centers around a character named Luff Imbry, he is an overweight ne’er do-well who starts off the story being abducted and dumped on the planet Fulda. A far off world that was founded by humans but long since forgotten. Imbry tries to get off the world and has many adventures while he discovers that the people of the planet founded their civilization on a belief of total conformity.
The best thing about this novel is the tongue in cheek tone and the many laughs throughout. The setting is interesting with effective and quick world building that doesn’t bloat the word count. Luff is a funny character, I can’t say I cared much about him, but the laughs carried me through.
The novel seems to explore the concepts of individuality, and that should have been more interesting. While I was amused thorough-out I found the setting of Fulda a little uninteresting after awhile. While I was not a huge fan of this novel, it had good enough moments that I probably will try another Matthew Hughes novel.
ashleylm's review
2.0
I think of Matthew Hughes as a very civilized, very dry author. His characters always seem to be on the brink of drinking tea or discussing the etymology of various adverbs. No one seems to break a sweat, panic, punch--they might do all those things, but they don't seem to. I quite like him--his books are the opposite of visceral, and I'm not a huge fan of visceral.
His best are charming satires, in my opinion, with likable characters thrust in absurd situations. In The Other the main character is less likable, the situation less absorbing, the satire less pungent, and the overall sense of a polite carrying-out of the plot failed to grab me.
But this is unusual for me--I usually really enjoy his books. Basically I'd suggest you give him a try, but start with Fool's Errant, just in case, and work your way over to this one much later. If you don't like Fool's Errant, you'll hardly care for this.
I actually started it years ago, and failed to complete it. I picked it up again last week and finished it off--I'm making a huge attempt not to buy new books until I've finished reading my stash! But it certainly wasn't compelling enough for me to finish it the first time, even though I'd got myself 3/4 of the way through.
(Note: 5 stars = rare and amazing, 4 = quite good book, 3 = a decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. There are a lot of 4s and 3s in the world!)
His best are charming satires, in my opinion, with likable characters thrust in absurd situations. In The Other the main character is less likable, the situation less absorbing, the satire less pungent, and the overall sense of a polite carrying-out of the plot failed to grab me.
But this is unusual for me--I usually really enjoy his books. Basically I'd suggest you give him a try, but start with Fool's Errant, just in case, and work your way over to this one much later. If you don't like Fool's Errant, you'll hardly care for this.
I actually started it years ago, and failed to complete it. I picked it up again last week and finished it off--I'm making a huge attempt not to buy new books until I've finished reading my stash! But it certainly wasn't compelling enough for me to finish it the first time, even though I'd got myself 3/4 of the way through.
(Note: 5 stars = rare and amazing, 4 = quite good book, 3 = a decent read, 2 = disappointing, 1 = awful, just awful. There are a lot of 4s and 3s in the world!)
tome15's review
4.0
Hughes, Matthew. The Other. Underland Press, 2011.
Matthew Hughes’ bio says he “writes science-fantasy in the Jack Vance mode.” Vance is certainly a model worth following, and The Other offers a good example of what Hughes can do with the form. The hero, Luff Imbry, a clever, self-reliant art dealer and con man is kidnapped by parties unknown and dumped on a backward planet with a ridged eugenic standard that the paunchy Imbry comes nowhere near meeting. He is thrown into a traveling circus of genetic misfits and has to figure out a way to escape and get off the planet that has no spaceport and no obvious way to phone home. Adventure, as you might expect, ensues. Imbry is an engaging character who has a way with artificial intelligences, in this universe called integrators, even if they have had their ethical subroutines suborned. The plot is a bit slow to develop, but patience pays off. 3.5 stars.
Matthew Hughes’ bio says he “writes science-fantasy in the Jack Vance mode.” Vance is certainly a model worth following, and The Other offers a good example of what Hughes can do with the form. The hero, Luff Imbry, a clever, self-reliant art dealer and con man is kidnapped by parties unknown and dumped on a backward planet with a ridged eugenic standard that the paunchy Imbry comes nowhere near meeting. He is thrown into a traveling circus of genetic misfits and has to figure out a way to escape and get off the planet that has no spaceport and no obvious way to phone home. Adventure, as you might expect, ensues. Imbry is an engaging character who has a way with artificial intelligences, in this universe called integrators, even if they have had their ethical subroutines suborned. The plot is a bit slow to develop, but patience pays off. 3.5 stars.
survivalisinsufficient's review
I'm not rating this one because I didn't ditch it because it was bad, really - it just didn't grab me.
mw2k's review
3.0
Ah, judging books by their covers, what folly. You know, from the sly and self-serving smirk on Luff Imbry's face, I expected this to be a tale about deception, intrigue, derring-do, skulduggery and the like. No, what we have here is an adventure tale cum quest fantasy where Mr Imbry is not really in much of a position to play scoundrel, rogue or rascal. In fact, he spends much of his time figuring out how to escape from the world of inbred religious loonies he's been stranded upon.
In fact, I feel a little cheated, though I shouldn't be. The novel's blurb states quite unequivocally that Imbry is a rascal and a crook and I guess in the other stories he features in, he may well be precisely those things. In this book, his implied talent for cleverness and deception is put aside by a need for self-preservation and some mystery solving.
All that aside, the novel could be best described as pleasantly serviceable. From what little I know of this author, I believe he writes in the Jack Vance vein, which is something I've always thought to be fraught with deceptive danger. Vance had a style that is seductive to an author - you want to imbue your every sentence with whimsical poesy and colourful verbiage. He's easy to imitate - I've done it too, but he's extremely difficult (if not impossible) to master. Underneath the "big words" and the dash and the colour lies a scintillating internal logic that only Vance understood. I don't think anyone will master his voice, only approximate it.
While there are echoes of Vance's work in the beginning and end sections of this book, it's too matter of factly constructed to be Vance. It's also decidedly nastier than anything Vance ever wrote. Vance liked to throw the odd barb at religion and those who adhered to it like glue, but this book all but names religions the playground of the weak-minded and pliable. Doesn't disguise itself in any way.
Also, I felt like I was reading one novel and portions of another. The beginning and the ending seem to come from outside the central narrative - there's things going on before and after this story that are alluded to, but I'm not seeing anywhere in the book that this is part of a series. Goodreads isn't listing it as one. And only about two thirds through the novel does Imbry actually list who may have led him to the forsaken planet he ended up on. Almost an afterthought.
A couple of quibbles that other reviewers have pointed out. Hughes overuses the word "ineffable" and a lot. And why call Imbry a fat man throughout? Does Imbry being fat have any significance above and beyond the fact he likes his dinners? Is it part of some characteristic or notoriety he gained in another story? Without knowing this, I wasn't sure what the point of it all was.
Anyhow, I like enough of what I saw in this book to seek out more of Hughes' work.
In fact, I feel a little cheated, though I shouldn't be. The novel's blurb states quite unequivocally that Imbry is a rascal and a crook and I guess in the other stories he features in, he may well be precisely those things. In this book, his implied talent for cleverness and deception is put aside by a need for self-preservation and some mystery solving.
All that aside, the novel could be best described as pleasantly serviceable. From what little I know of this author, I believe he writes in the Jack Vance vein, which is something I've always thought to be fraught with deceptive danger. Vance had a style that is seductive to an author - you want to imbue your every sentence with whimsical poesy and colourful verbiage. He's easy to imitate - I've done it too, but he's extremely difficult (if not impossible) to master. Underneath the "big words" and the dash and the colour lies a scintillating internal logic that only Vance understood. I don't think anyone will master his voice, only approximate it.
While there are echoes of Vance's work in the beginning and end sections of this book, it's too matter of factly constructed to be Vance. It's also decidedly nastier than anything Vance ever wrote. Vance liked to throw the odd barb at religion and those who adhered to it like glue, but this book all but names religions the playground of the weak-minded and pliable. Doesn't disguise itself in any way.
Also, I felt like I was reading one novel and portions of another. The beginning and the ending seem to come from outside the central narrative - there's things going on before and after this story that are alluded to, but I'm not seeing anywhere in the book that this is part of a series. Goodreads isn't listing it as one. And only about two thirds through the novel does Imbry actually list who may have led him to the forsaken planet he ended up on. Almost an afterthought.
A couple of quibbles that other reviewers have pointed out. Hughes overuses the word "ineffable" and a lot. And why call Imbry a fat man throughout? Does Imbry being fat have any significance above and beyond the fact he likes his dinners? Is it part of some characteristic or notoriety he gained in another story? Without knowing this, I wasn't sure what the point of it all was.
Anyhow, I like enough of what I saw in this book to seek out more of Hughes' work.
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