I finally finished Gene Wolfe’s The Book of the New Sun this past weekend, and I can honestly say it’s unlike anything I’ve ever read before. I’m not sure I “liked” it in the usual sense — Wolfe’s prose can be extremely dense and obtuse, and the narrative often meanders down one apparent rabbit trail after another — but I was never not fascinated by the story’s otherworldliness and Wolfe’s fantastical world-building (including his use of language).
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