I just realized that I have had this book since January, got haunted by it, and blogged about getting it, but still haven’t read it. Crazy, huh? I wasn’t saving it for any special occasion, nor was I saving it to be read after I read a particularly boring book (or at least, a book that I don’t feel like reading). I didn’t feel like reading it yet because it’s too big to bring around. It doesn’t fit in any of my bags — and it’s already (trade) paperback!
I know, what a lame reason.
It’s Britain, but not as we know it. Entire cities lie buried beneath moorland. Echoes of lost technology pepper the landscape, and there is evidence of conflict in abundance.
Democracy has been replaced by a Colourtocracy. Visual colour dominates society, from the feed-pipes that keep the municipal park green, to the healing hues you view to cure illness, to a social hierarchy based upon one’s limited colour vision. You are what you can see.
Eddie Russett has no ambition to be anything other than a loyal drone of the collective. With his better-than-average Red perception, he could marry an Oxblood, inherit the Stringworks, maybe even make Prefect.
Life looks colorful. Life looks good.
But then he moves to East Carmine and falls in love with a Grey named Jane who opens his eyes to the painful truth behind his seemingly perfect society.
Where have all the spoons gone?
What happened to all the people who never returned from High Saffron?
And why, when you begin to question the world around you, do black and white certainties reduce themselves to shades of grey?
The blurb alone is exciting, and I’m really psyched to keep on reading it. :P If I could get work out of the way…hmm. Oh, wait, here’s the teaser:
I awoke with a start to find my bedclothes in disarray. I had slept badly, waking at every tiny sound that might, to my fuddled mind, have been a threat. (p. 352)
Exciting, I tell you. Now I better start working so I can free up some time later to read. ;)