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This Census-Taker Creepy, weird little book.China Mieville is self described as a writer in the new weird genre, and so he is living up to his name Readers who enjoyed his The City the City andEmbassytown will know what I mean and he is following along this path in his 2016 publication Mieville has also stated that he wants to write a novel in every genre and this may be his Kafka entry, as this blends elements of surrealism and absurdity into a complicated narrative set in imagery that seems to be always overcast, dark and gloomy.The narrator looks back to his childhood, sometimes writing in the third person, but also makes circuitous references to his writing in the present He describes growing up in a Beckettesque house with his mother and father and lots of strange goings on His father is a key maker with hints towards the supernatural and mystical There are explanations about his parents being from different countries, of accented languages and translated writings only thinly understood There are dirty street children who play mimic like games and who catch bats off a bridge There is a hole into darkness into which his father tosses refuse and the corpses of his murders There is a census taker who must write it all down.Mieville uses symbolism, metaphor and simile to great advantage and creates a mood and dramatic tension that is intriguing and entertaining, but frequently hard to follow.Perhaps not the best book for new readers, and this may be regarded as one of his lesser In A Remote House On A Hilltop, A Lonely Boy Witnesses A Traumatic Event He Tries And Fails To Flee Left Alone With His Increasingly Deranged Parent, He Dreams Of Safety, Of Joining The Other Children In The Town Below, Of Escape.When At Last A Stranger Knocks At His Door, The Boy Senses That His Days Of Isolation Might Be Over But By What Authority Does This Man Keep The Meticulous Records He Carries What Is The Purpose Behind His Questions Is He Friend Enemy Or Something Else Altogether A Novella Filled With Beauty, Terror And Strangeness, This Census Taker By China Mi Ville Is A Poignant And Riveting Exploration Of Memory And Identity. You ll write it not because there s no possibility it ll be found but because it costs too much to not write itChina Mi ville, This Census TakerLORD, if you were to record iniquities, Lord, who could remain standingPsalms 130 3 International Standard Version I would probably consider this to be a bridge novella, spanning the gap somewhere between the shores of novel and novella a scandal with gravity, perhaps It weighs in at just a quinternion over 200 pages in a 5.75 x 7.5 format For Mi ville this book is a surprise as much as any thing new with Mi ville is ever REALLY a surprise It has the tone and feel of his earlier novels, but this one is quite Spartan and reserved A couple stories in Three Moments of an Explosion hinted at this style.He has really dialed back his normal complexity, his labyrinthian plots and prose This is a guy who knows he can dervish, dance, and dive with his prose, and now KNOWS you know, but is comfortable just sitting there, like a jaguar, all potential energy, ready to pounce You can feel that confidence and almost relaxed alertness in his prose and in this story Anyway, I expect I will be pointing to this novel in the future and saying this marks 4ish stars For a horror novella, there s not much horror At least not that we get any explicit glimpses of Just lots of creepiness.This is brilliantly written as the memoir of sorts of well this guy Who s writing different books or something And maybe he s being guarded And he writes about his experiences as a kid I guess And his dad may or may not have killed his mom And there are, like, these magic keys And then this mysterious dude comes So basically it s hard to know what actually happens when our narrator isn t quite sure himself He s remembering his experiences as a child, so not only are his memories bound to have grown hazy over the years, but it s hard for us to know how much of the memories are accurate and how much of them are figments of a deeply traumatized child s imagination He presents them in first, second, and third person sporadically, almost as if he s telling the story to himself at some points and trying to tell it as an outsider at others as a One of my Hugo Award nominees, novella, 2016 A boy runs screaming into a village, having witnessed something horrible.Years later, the narrator tells us, he is imprisoned, under guard, allowed to write this book in a solitary room.There is something, he tells us, that his manager told him You never put anything down except to be read Every word ever written is written to be read, and if some go unread that s only chance, failure, they re like grubs that die without changing.So my first is a book of numbers It s lists and calculations and, for efficiency, I write it using ciphers This first book s for everyone, though almost no one wants it or would know how to read it.The third of my three books is for me You ll keep one, is what he told me, for you alone to read But you ll never be sure that no one else will read them that s the risk and that s how the third book works You ll write it not because there s no possibility it ll be found but because it costs too much to not write it The second book s for readers, he said But you can t know when they ll come, if they do It s the book for telling But you can still use it to tell secrets and send messages I can t say that I m completely satisfied with this novella, but I can say that I m haunted by it I m haunted by all the little details that make up this world so much like our own, the hints of wars and magics and strange chemicals and vials and keys that provide people with purpose and a way out or through the labyrinths of their lives Not to mention a very Schrodinger s Cat view of reality, where murderers are and are not, where the murdered is and is not, where, perhaps, everything is rewritten and only census takers can determine the correct average.Not that I m truly or even likely getting the grok of this novel I am just using my intuition But it s possible.We ve got a murder mystery, first and foremost, and not even the MC, a kid who constantly doubts what he s seen, can really take the measure of it No one in the town can, but everyone suspects everything.And then there s That s the last one of the Hugo finalist novellas I had set out to read The author describes his genre as weird fiction, and I won t argue here This is a strange book that leaves way too many open questions, and refuses to fit into any single genre And these are things I normally like I really admire books that manage to pull it off, but this one didn t do it, at least not for me The writing is beautiful, and there are elements I enjoyed the magical keys, the idea of three books, the whole metaphor with animals in bottles but overall it felt very disjointed I know, it makes sense to be disjointed it s from the point of view of a confused and traumatized young boy But still, it was hard to get into At last, I did get into the story, and then it ended Honestly, the las 4.5 starsI have not read enough China Mieville This one is a fairly brief novella which is set in a post apocalyptic society, although that part is much understated and you pick it up from clues along the way The beginning of the Guardian review sets the scene very well Any story that, on its very first page, redefines its protagonist from third to first person, flips forward in time to offer a view of him from elsewhere, makes a subtle alteration of tense, and announces that the character s age in the story is a matter of speculation even to the older self doing the narrating, is going to be a story about perception, whatever else it is The boy who narrates lives with his parents in isolation on a hill near a run down town His father makes keys for the townspeople these seem to have unusual properties which are never entirely defined My father made keys His customers would come up from the town and ask for the things for which people usually ask love, money, to open things, to know the future, to fix animals, to fix things, to be stronger, to hurt someone or save someone, to fly and he d make them a key His father sometimes kills animals which he throws into a hole in a nearby cave These killings are disturbing and without reason The boy feels that sometimes people are thrown down there too One day the boy runs into town sa Wow I really seem to be in the minority here, people loved this book Me Not so much I ll write why as soon as I ve gotten over my disappointment It just seemed so promising. Disclaimer I may be unnecessarily hard on this book, but that is only because of its lost potential and my belief that the author is one of the most essential writers of this era. There s no denying China Mi ville is an extraordinary, challenging writer I ve personally had a slightly mixed bag experience with his books, beginning with the beguiling and utterly bonkers Railsea before falling utterly head over heels with the language of Embassytown The City the City was incredible but difficult, slow going, while Un Lun Dun was a perfectly adequate disappointment, feeling rather too derivative a younger Neverwhere, perhaps but still fun The least of his books, for me, was Kraken, which still felt somewhat too familiar, and not nearly fun enough for its concept.His best works are exceptional, his worst at least inventive It s a fine line that separates the two, and I think it 3.5 stars.It s not the epic novel China Mi ville s readers have been anxiously awaiting since 2010 s Embassytown That will come with 2016 s The Last Days of New Paris But his novella This Census Taker proves that the New Weird superstar has not lost the ability to captivate and unnerve As with all of Mi ville s work, it begins with a city, sprawling incongruously up the slopes of a pair of steep hills or perhaps small mountain peaks , the gap between spanned by a bridge Near the top of one peak, in one of the city s less desirable neighborhoods, a boy lives with his parents The story that unfolds will be narrated by the man the boy will become, looking back on a frightening and formative time in his life, still groping for understanding.The boy s mother spends her days gardening, and going on sojourns into the lower city, where the boy accompanies her while she conducts business that s beyond a child s understanding His father is a keymaker Despite their personal dislike of the man, citizens come to him with any number of requests, and he creates a key for them They aren t necessarily for doors The fat

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