I hate Peter Watts with the kind of blind passion that Salieri would have recognized.
I made the mistake of reading the web-page published excerpt of Peter's new novel, Behemoth, here. I'm not sure when his pub date is, but I may not be alive to read the book, because reading his prose makes me want to chew my wrists open.
I will never. In a million years. Write that well.
Good god, his sentence-level work is amazing. Total confidence, total muscularity, no scaffolding at all. I want to write like that when I grow up.
And if you haven't read Starfish and Maelstrom yet, what the Hell are you waiting for?
This guy's like John Brunner. Except he doesn't pull his punches.
green with envy