I think this might be my favorite review of all time. Dan Wells, author of I Am Not A Serial Killer. Apparently, Shades of Milk and Honey has left him somewhat irked. It’s a shame, because this review just makes me giggle.
Here’s the problem: Mary Robinette Kowal is too good. Not only is she famous, and gorgeous, and brilliant, she’s also a really good writer. This cannot be allowed. I tolerated it before, when it was just award-winning short stories, but her new book Shades of Milk and Honey is too much: clever and simple at the same time, with an unerring sense of historical yes-that’s-exactly-right-ness, and a mastery of craft and form belying the fact that she, like her characters, pretty much created the form out of nothing. To write a book I enjoyed this much, in a manner so talented I could never hope to recreate it, can only be considered a personal insult. Next time I see you, Mary, you’re dead.
He goes on with the review which, besides being very funny, exactly gets what I was trying to do with the novel. The quibbles that he has are, I think, perfectly fair which also pleases me.
Go read his review Shade of Milk and Honey, or, Why I’m going to murder Mary Robinette Kowal.
Oh, and you should buy I Am Not A Serial Killer which will hopefully mitigate his anger and allow me to live. Also, it’s really good.
Find out if he has killed stellar authors before.
If he has, you are safe. Because apparently, you know.
Ooo! Excellent point. I might be safe after all.