I am trying to read Rainbow's End by Vernor Vinge as my "find a few moments in the evening to read something fun and distracting" book, and this man has won four Hugos? This is the first book of his I have read, and it's like chewing cardboard.
Vinge can develop edge-of-intriguing ramifications of current technological potential but he cannot write a person whose name I remember (or care to remember) or whose behaviors make sense or involve decision, thought, or concern. Vinge's place descriptions are flat and there is no rhythm or variety to the sentences. I'm staying with it now because it puts me to sleep.
His other books must be better somehow? How?
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