Book Review: A Taste of Honey by Kai Ashante Wilson
“No one is guilty … the guilty exist, but they are also human beings, just like their victims.” Joseph Brodsky
What a waste. This isn’t science fiction or fantasy. It’s a sappy, regency romance with boys. Tries to fill all the diversity squares hoping perhaps its political correctness gives it protected status.
“It feels as if there were a … whole episode missing from my memory of that day. As if asleep I can remember it, but once awake the event slides away.”
Had to force myself through it. Nothing to grab or hold my attention. Wilson repeats and clarifies his plot device lest we miss it in his tangled chronology. Nice, relevant cover art.
“Men and women, side by side, yet further apart than this earth’s from the stars.”
Aside from not being of sufficient quality to recommend to others, this story hardly qualifies as a Hugo Award finalist.
“It’s you who are the dream, that other man who is flesh and real, the dreamer.”
Most of the hugos don’t deserve it, imo, anymore.
Oh, well. You did a service for others.