Berit Ellingsen who wrote one of the most beautiful collections I’ve read, Beneath the Liquid Skin, wrote an incredible review of Bald New World. You really got to read her prose to understand how special it is. Elegant, poetic, with dashes of science, her writing simmers between lyrical fiction and fictional poetry. There’s a humanity and an ontological journey each of the characters yearns for, but the writing never feels forced or overwrought. I’m still waiting for her next novel, ha ha. I was extremely honored by her kind words and her comparisons to Wong Kar-Wai (whose works I love). I haven’t read enough Gibson, though I absolutely should, and any mentions of works by Kubrick is always welcome, especially the darkly satirical Strangelove. I will confess, the first time I saw Strangelove, I was too young to appreciate its humor. Coming off of Clockwork Orange and Barry Lyndon, I was expecting something along a similar vein and wasn’t prepared for how different it was. Like many a film, a new viewing with age helped me to appreciate its cinematic genius and story-telling in a way I never could when I was younger. Thank you again Berit! Some words from her review:
The quirky and humane characters, the wild and amazing plot, the humorous and sharp dialogue, and the urban East-Asian setting recalls Wong Kar-Wai’s early films, the brutal sociology and virtual fighting in William Gibson’s near future stories, with a dash of Final Fantasy and Dr. Strangelove.
Yet at its core, Bald New World is a moving story about growing up poor, making your personal choices, finding your own family, and outgrowing the failures of your past.