But at a certain point in the book, you may find yourself dramatically reassessing those assumptions while spinning backward and cringing with horror-tinged delight. If you add them up, you’ll have a relatively good sense of what reading Thompson’s first novel in the Wormwood Trilogy is like. So when I tell you that Rosewater is a science fiction mystery that is simultaneously about an alien invasion and a man trying to avoid being murdered, I do so knowing that each of those elements may conjure familiar generic conventions. By the fifth rotation, I decided that what the ride actually was, though unexpected, was far better than the ride I had anticipated. And then my roommate rocked our car entirely backward into a dedicated independent full-spin of at least six rotations.Ībout the third time around, I realized that I hadn’t actually known what the heck I was getting into. My roommate and I climbed aboard our car, were locked into the harness by the attendant, and joked as the wheel began to lift and slowly rotate. Tilting, hoisting, and rotating were all ride mechanics I’d experienced before - easily managed. At least two stories tall, painted orange and fuchsia, the new ride was a gyroscopic wheel made up of two-seater cars that could tilt independently forward and back as the whole wheel lifted and hinged at an angle. There was a new ride towering over the beloved, but outgrown, kiddie-sized swings. One summer, I went to the beach boardwalk with my college roommate. WHEN FINISHING Tade Thompson’s Rosewater, I had a visceral flashback.
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