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Pedro Henrique doryan_ — 4.5 Stars.*Do not read the synopsis if you have not read the previous book Lover Unbound, it contains spoilers* You may have noticed that the books in this series are getting longer, this book is the first one to have made me actually notice the length. Phury's character frustrated me a bit, as did Cormia's character. They like each other but can't seem to communicate that until the very end. Since Phury is the primale and Cormia is a Chosen they are in what you would call an arranged marriage. He was supposed to "take" her during a ceremony but he uncovers her face and sees that she is crying and very scared, so he releases her and does not complete the mating. He brings her back to the mansion where the Brotherhood resides and lets her do whatever she wants. They don't talk much and only see each other at meals. Phury believes himself to be in love with his twin brother's pregnant shellan or mate and his drug habits are spiraling out of control. I don't usually speak about the other characters in my reviews since their story comes up in a later book, but I have to say hat John Matthew is one of my favorite characters in this whole series so far. I can't wait to read his story in Lover Mine (#8). The ending was very sweet and very exciting. The war with the Lessers is getting intense and has taken a new turn.

Clarissa Carneiro clarissacarneirodg — This book consumed my attention for a good week, drawing me completely into the complex web of relationships at its core and drawing interesting and believable rationales for what made certain characters tick. The breadth of the novel was ambitious, but it was nonetheless executed marvelous well. It is deep and dark at many points, and may be disturbing or triggering for some, most of them stemming from the disasters often wreaked on personal relationships thanks to the obsessive creative urge, but I think it handled all of the issues it tackled believably and with remarkable tact. My only real criticism of this book would be the distracting, didactic and overlong "historical interludes" where the author spent five or six pages diverging from the narrative to catch the reader up, in detail, with the historical events of the day. While I do think that the way this novel was very consciously embedded in a historical moment was compelling, the same effect could have been achieved much more succinctly than it was.

Dianitiya Zavala _iana_avala — The Intuitionist is an odd little novel. The copy on the back cover does its best to make the story and tone of the book sound extra weird, while at the same time remaining fairly vague. And I suppose that's a fair representation of what you find inside. The novel's themes and even its setting make for a good jumping off point, but Whitehead continually does things in half measures. The setting, obviously NYC but pointlessly vague, reminded me quite a bit of Quinsigamond, from Jack O'Connell's similarly weird-noir Word Made Flesh. It's all grays and silvers, skyscrapers and tarmac, dirt and grime. In nearly all of the book's scenes the reader is given the briefest sketch of the surroundings and then buried under pages of back and forth dialogue--most of it exposition. The characters are similarly flat, particularly the heroine, Lila Mae Watson. At 100 pages I was hoping for some kind of picture of who she was. At 150 pages I was still waiting. By page 200 I'd given up hope. There are flashes of personality beneath the blankness, but not many. This is sort of endemic to first novels--the crutch of writing a character who is a mirror for his/her surroundings, who doesn't have a bold personality, who is reactive rather than proactive. I lost count of the number of times someone said "you don't talk much, do you?" in regard to Lila Mae. This can work, but only if the surroundings rise to the occasion. The period is also vague--something I often like--but here, in combination with the other vaugenesses, it again feels like a crutch. It's post-war, but we're not told which war. Socially it feels like the 50s, technologically it could be anywhere from the 30s to the 60s. While this is a neat idea, in the end it feels half-baked. The big hook, the battle between the factions of the Guild, never really gets going. Lila Mae is kept at several removes from the real players and so the reader is yet another layer removed. Empiricism and Intuitionism are never well enough defined to feel like anything more than Group A and Group B--it could have been Liberals vs. Democrats, Yankees vs. Red Sox, paper vs. plastic. Maybe this is the idea, but the concept of Intuitionism is one of the big draws of the novel and since it is never explored in any meaningful way I felt very let down. Writers like Borges, Wolfe, or PK Dick would have at least evoked a sense of wonder and tangible weirdness through the concept, but Whitehead settles for "yeah, I just FEEL it." Unconvincing and uninteresting. The racial allegory is present but muted and half-baked like everything else. The flashbacks to Lila Mae's youth and her interactions with the "Uncle Tom" other colored maintenance man play like Morrison-lite and don't bring anything new to the table. The notions of passing brought up toward the end of the book are briefly interesting but it's like holding up a match in a cavernous darkness. I'm interested to see if Whitehead's later novels rebound, but based on this one I'm not rushing out to get them.