John C. Wright (johncwright) wrote,
John C. Wright

Prospero Lost wins star from Publisher's Weekly

The beautiful and talented Mrs. John Wright (I allow her to write under her maiden name, provided she uses the typewriter in the kitchen, and she is barefoot and pregnant while she writes) has just gotten a starred review from Publisher's Weekly.

For those of you who are not starving and aspiring writers, Publisher's Weekly is prestigous--the kind of thing Librarian read when decided what books to order for a library--and a starred review is awarded only to books of particular merit. I give the review here in full

*Prospero Lost L. Jagi Lamplighter. Tor, $24.95 (320p) ISBN 978-0-7653-1929-6

Lamplighter's powerful debut draws inspiration from Shakespeare and world mythology, infused with humor and pure imagination. Four centuries after the events of The Tempest, Prospero's daughter Miranda runs Prospero Inc., a company with immense influence in the supernatural world. When she discovers a mysterious warning from her father, who has gone missing, Miranda sets forth accompanied by Mab, an Aerie Spirit manifested as a hard-boiled PI, to warn her far-flung, enigmatic siblings that the mysterious Shadowed Ones plan to steal their staffs of power. Every encounter brings new questions, new problems and a greater sense of what's at stake. Featuring glimpses into a rich and wondrous world of the unseen, this is no ordinary urban fantasy, but a treasure trove of nifty ideas and intriguing revelations. A cliffhanger ending will leave readers panting for sequels. (Sept.)

My comment: I have always told my beautiful and talented wife that she will surpass me as a writer (a low bar, we all admit), because my writing unfortunately lists to the bombastic, verbose, and orotund (itself an orotund word, please note): whereas her writing style is clean and journalistic. I have told her that she will be to me as Mary Shelly to Percy Bysshe Shelley -- a comparison flattering to the both of us, I know, but God made man's mouth to flatter his wife, or else He made in vain.

Picture of the cover:

Just kidding about the "typing barefoot in the kitchen" ladies. Around our house, my wife is known as She Who Must Be Obeyed: as her lord and master, my role combines the offices of chief provider, high priest, and court fool. I am hoping that by sufficiently obsequious flattery and adoration that I, yes I alone, and not that pallid upstart Leo Vincey, will win a place by her side, and enter the Eternal Flame of Life!

Picture of the authoress (artist's conception).

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