Tannat

This was a reread but I read it about fifteen years ago so I didn’t remember all that much.

I didn’t like the dream-like quality of the prose, but I have been in a sufficiently black mood to appreciate the feelings of despair throughout. The two kind of balanced out.

It does meander somewhat and I’m not sure everything works in it, but the issues that it explores are interesting: books, censorship, and the general laziness of humankind. Plus the attempts at describing the plots of Mildred’s shows were somewhat amusing (she can’t actually describe what she watches all day). I also liked how enthusiastic Bradbury’s intros were.