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The Last Days of New Paris

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scifi: Paris in 1950 is simultaneously overrun by weird surrealist creatures and occupied by Nazis (with some French resistance). turns out that in 1941, a chain of events led to the accidental activation of a magical device that turned ("manifested") the Surrealist drawings of a French Resistance group into reality. the climax is when the Nazis try to manifest a version of Adolf Hitler.

Miéville, C. (2016). The Last Days of New Paris. In Miéville, C. The Last Days of New Paris. Del Rey, pp. 1-170

political (originally communist) propaganda, especially in art or literature

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a grim collage, an agitprop warning.

—p.10 by China Miéville
notable
4 years, 6 months ago

a grim collage, an agitprop warning.

—p.10 by China Miéville
notable
4 years, 6 months ago

(noun) a pet lamb / (noun) pet / (verb) to treat as a pet; pamper

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They cosset the skeletons of the fallen.

—p.11 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago

They cosset the skeletons of the fallen.

—p.11 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago

(psychoanalysis) the process of investment of mental or emotional energy in a person, object, or idea

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he could perform cathexis

probably has a manif-specific meaning here but I assume the general idea is the same

—p.26 by China Miéville
uncertain
4 years, 6 months ago

he could perform cathexis

probably has a manif-specific meaning here but I assume the general idea is the same

—p.26 by China Miéville
uncertain
4 years, 6 months ago
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[...] "The Führer himself," Virginie said heavily, "is an artist, after all." Reproductions of his barely competent watercolors, his hesitant lines, his featureless faces, his vacuous, pretty, empty urban façades, had circulated as curios in occult Paris. Virginie and Thibault shared a glance of contempt.

FORESHADOWING

—p.32 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago

[...] "The Führer himself," Virginie said heavily, "is an artist, after all." Reproductions of his barely competent watercolors, his hesitant lines, his featureless faces, his vacuous, pretty, empty urban façades, had circulated as curios in occult Paris. Virginie and Thibault shared a glance of contempt.

FORESHADOWING

—p.32 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago

(verb) slowly decay or disintegrate, especially because of neglect

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Out again, over railways where rolling stock moldered.

—p.76 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago

Out again, over railways where rolling stock moldered.

—p.76 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago

(verb) moo

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He can hear a cow lowing in the cellar.

—p.96 by China Miéville
strange
4 years, 6 months ago

He can hear a cow lowing in the cellar.

—p.96 by China Miéville
strange
4 years, 6 months ago

(noun) a usually temporary encampment under little or no shelter / (noun) encampment usually for a night / (noun) a temporary or casual shelter or lodging / (verb) to make a bivouac; camp

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They bivouac in a preserved café.

—p.98 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago

They bivouac in a preserved café.

—p.98 by China Miéville
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4 years, 6 months ago
159

I saved Paris, Thibault makes himself think. Destroyed a new utter demon. I saved th world. He feels flat. Outside, the sunlight hits them differently than it did within the old city.

Is this it? Are they done?

thought this was a nice passage

—p.159 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago

I saved Paris, Thibault makes himself think. Destroyed a new utter demon. I saved th world. He feels flat. Outside, the sunlight hits them differently than it did within the old city.

Is this it? Are they done?

thought this was a nice passage

—p.159 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago
162

"He never could paint people," Sam whispers. "He always left them out. Painted everything empty. Even when he drew himself, he couldn't do features ..."

The figure turns and Thibault glimpses its faceless face. Empty. A faint graphite sweep where there should be eyes. Blank as an egg. A poor, cowardly rendition, by a young bad artist.

"It's a self-portrait," he hears Sam repeat. She and Thibault reach for each other, hold each other up in fear.

Thibault says, "Of Adolf Hitler."

—p.162 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago

"He never could paint people," Sam whispers. "He always left them out. Painted everything empty. Even when he drew himself, he couldn't do features ..."

The figure turns and Thibault glimpses its faceless face. Empty. A faint graphite sweep where there should be eyes. Blank as an egg. A poor, cowardly rendition, by a young bad artist.

"It's a self-portrait," he hears Sam repeat. She and Thibault reach for each other, hold each other up in fear.

Thibault says, "Of Adolf Hitler."

—p.162 by China Miéville 4 years, 6 months ago