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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Wool



I have just finished reading a new science fiction book, and in view of how much I actually enjoyed it I thought I would provide a review of the book. This book is Wool (Omnibus collection) by Hugh Howey.

For starters, I am not particularly an SF fan. For sure, I have read my share of SF books over the years, mostly the really well known stuff like Asimov’s books, Dune etc., but it was never a genre that really appealed to me. Clearly there are exceptions, and so when I read Hyperion for the first time I was totally blown away. Simmons, in creating that series of books, really achieved a masterpiece. As much as I have enjoyed all of Simmons’ books over the years, it also remains true that his more recent stuff has left me wanting, which is sort why I ended up reading this one. Having exhausted all the works of my favourite authors I have been struggling to find something new that I really like. I have recently gone through a number of lesser known authors, but nothing has really caught on. But, checking on Amazon, a reader’s comment did make a comparison between Wool and Hyperion, and so I thought I would give Howey a chance.

Well, we shall see how the next set of books pan out, but this first collection (Wool Omnibus is a collection of 5 shorter works) is certainly getting close to the same league as did Hyperion. Granted, Wool is far from as ambitious as Hyperion and the subsequent sequels were. The worlds Simmons created were vast and complex, and I think it takes a particularly accomplished author to achieve that level of detail and complexity. In Wool, the world we are looking at is limited to a silo of 134 (or is it 144?) levels. We are cast in a relatively confined space, something that no doubt Stephen King could have excelled at creating. King does like to keep his action very confined, perhaps even more so than Howey if we look at works like The Shining or Gerald’s Game. Seriously, who can write a huge book where most of the action takes place in one room with a girl handcuffed to bed and make it in to something you simply can’t put down? Perhaps something like Under the Dome (and I don’t mean the TV series that is heading way of track!) is more in line when it comes to the size of the space.

What I particularly liked with Wool is the actual quality of Howey’s writing. Far too often I become frustrated by generally poor writing by many authors, even though the story may be particularly good (and no doubt some readers out there are now scrutinizing my writing in order to put this back in my face!) In order to not upset anybody, I will not provide examples of what I consider poor writing but let’s just say that I hated The Da Vinci Code, and I will have to be really desperate to pick up another Dan Brown book. Howey writes very well, and I particularly like how he creates his characters. You quickly take a liking to them (or not), and so you are swept away with the story living the events as they unfold in the pages. Two authors I have already cited, King and Simmons, are exceptionally good at creating characters as well, and I think this is one thing that will always draw me into a book. Looking at SF books of the past, you can’t really say that was one of Asimov’s strong points, and although Herbert was more accomplished in this aspect I never found his characters as spellbinding as those created by King and Simmons.

There will always be readers who must point out certain things that don’t add up in a book. This is not something I do, as I usually let myself go fully when I read. I don’t question things, which is also why I always enjoyed fantasy stories and can lose myself with pleasure in the pages of The Imajica as an example. No doubt if Wool is scrutinized you will point out things that simply don’t work or add up, but I honestly enjoyed it too much to care.


Certainly there is room for improvement in Howey’s writing, and as enthusiastic I am about it, there remains clearly room for more depth to certain aspects. That said, it has been a long time since I came across a book by a young author that I felt had as much potential. For sake of comparison ( and also to throw out there another name that could be worth checking out) I absolutely loved Daemon, the first book by Daniel Suarez. Unfortunately, his follow-up work has been of a lesser quality, and I get the impression that he was snapped up by a publisher who is now pressuring him to come out with new stuff. The ideas are good, and come with much potential, but the writing and the story telling lets him down. I hope Howey will not go down that path.