Six Wakes

The only prize I would nominate this novel for is a full on third reich book burning. This collection of papers bound by horse bone glue and sewage sapped my will to read for almost a month and a half. The setting was horrible, an overall shit version of the future with as much nuance as the word fuck, without any of the fun. Lack of imagination aside, our author additionally demonstrated her limited understanding of our current world, filling the book with poorly stereotyped and paper thin characters whose explicit and singular motivations left me wondering if Mur Lafferty has ever met a living human being. Prose was whack, read more like fan-fic than an Hugo nominated novel.

“YOU DIDNT KNOW MY HOUSE STAFF WAS A CHAMPION MMA FIGHTER IN COLLEGE?”

Mur, if you are reading this, I don't hate you, continue writing books for 12 year olds and the infirmed, I don't mind, I'd love nothing more than to never think about you again. I'd actually like to direct all of my ire towards the Academy or whomever decides the Hugo nominees. If anyone of importance is reading this, please have the entire academy blind folded, told to denounce their god and family, lined up, and summarily shot. Then feel free to pop me an email or hit me up on linkedin, I'll gladly accept your offer as the Decider of Taste in Science Fiction. Thanks.