Subtitle: Wherein I continue to bask in the large listicle that is the internet in December and the beginning of January.
Sometimes not reviewing something is the biggest compliment I can pay a book. Because sometimes I submerge so deeply I don’t want to stop and think critically. Sometimes I just don’t have the time. Other times books outsmart me, and I cower in their shadow, unable to put together a coherent sentence about their greatness.
But I wanted to give the books I didn’t review a chance to bask in the bloglight. Enter The Best Books I Didn’t Review List. (Idea stolen from Things Mean a Lot. Thanks!) This is the list that gives the books I didn’t get to a chance to brush past your eyeballs and win your heart.
Criteria: I read it for the first time in 2015 (aka no re-reads). I didn’t review it. It didn’t make my best books of 2015 list, my best apocalypses list, or get into my wax museum because reading the same list over and over again is boring.
Now, in no particular order, the ten best books I read in 2015, but didn’t review. I just wanted to stop by and loudly say, one more time, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THESE, FRIENDS, so I can feel I did them some kind of justice.
Dream London by Tony Ballantyne
The city changes every night, and no one is who they appear to be. Delightfully weird, tightly woven, with a frog-man character I was particularly fond of. Highly recommend to fans of the film Dark City.
Life on the Preservation by Jack Skillingstead
Post-apocalypse meets PK Dickian mindfuck meets Groundhog Day.
City of the Iron Fish by Simon Ings
Strongly reminiscent of M. John Harrison’s In Viriconium and Jeff VanderMeer’s City of Saints and Madmen. Ruminations on art and artists and destruction and the creative process. A slow read with a high intellectual pay off.
Osama by Lavie Tidhar
Alternate history noir with slight tendencies in the direction of the PK Dickian mindfuck.
The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer
Amanda Palmer is a great audio book narrator, and I loved listening to her read the story of her career, her philosophies about art and life, and her impressions of Neil Gaiman whispering the word “tomato” to her in bed.