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A review by edsantiago
Mortality Bridge by Steven R. Boyett
3.0
What motivates a demon? One problem with modern retellings of the classics is that they have to face the fact that Hell is a silly concept. An embarrassing, pathetic, shameful human idea that we really should just get over. Mortality Bridge doesn't address this. In fact it savors Hell, spending hundreds of pages describing agonies and senseless suffering. Boyett seems to relish the idea of billions of souls condemned to eternal pain merely for having had their brains wired a certain way during their mortal lives. He seems to enjoy inventing gruesome punishments and describing them in extreme detail. No reasons are given for being condemned: Niko encounters many generally-considered-as-good, none of whom know why. This Hell contains even young children. What mind other than a human one could conceive of that?
I kept reading because there were glimmers of hope: occasional signs of compassion and kindness. I hoped those were hints of a rewarding resolution of the this-has-always-just-been-in-you variety or just anything unexpected. No such luck. The finale is just yet more superstition dressed in modern clothing.
Boyett'sOrpheus Niko is tiresome. A superhero Mary Sue: guitar hero, kung-fu fighter, noble gentleman, able to walk for miles on shredded feet and no caloric intake, to outrun and outwit all challenges. Dabbed with faint tempera-paint flaws that are only shown in past tense as contrast to how friggin' awesome he is now. Convenient Deus(Diabolo?) ex Machina every chapter or two with (eventually) the shallowest of explanations.
The writing is often lovely: well tuned, vivid, meticulously crafted. It's just, well, the content. It's not worth it. At least not if you share my sensibilities.
I kept reading because there were glimmers of hope: occasional signs of compassion and kindness. I hoped those were hints of a rewarding resolution of the this-has-always-just-been-in-you variety or just anything unexpected. No such luck. The finale is just yet more superstition dressed in modern clothing.
Boyett's
The writing is often lovely: well tuned, vivid, meticulously crafted. It's just, well, the content. It's not worth it. At least not if you share my sensibilities.