I picked up Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation on the strength of the movie adaptation’s trailer (due out next year). The book did not disappoint. It was weird and paranoid and tight and beautiful. I read this book and felt embarrassed and jealous at the same time: my writing style is an oily, belching diesel-powered chainsaw relative to VanderMeer’s honesuki blade. And that was before I read The New Yorker profile about him, The Weird Thoreau. Goddamn it!
So I think I’ve found another new favorite author. I’m going to work through the other two books in his Southern Reach trilogy and then circle back and read his detective novel about mushroom people enslaving humanity for some pointers.