PJV Quickie: Dry and emotional defunct characters made ‘Pure’ by Julianna Baggot one of the worst dystopians that I’ve read in awhile, which is a shame because the idea behind the writing was amazing.
Author: Julianna Baggot
Series: Pure #1
Publication: February 8th 2012 by Grand Central Publishing
ARC review copy from Amazon in exchange for a review
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Rating: 1 out of 5
These are the hardest reviews to write, the reviews about the books that didn’t spark any passion at all. At least if the book was BAD I would have something passionate to say about its badness. But ‘Pure’ by by Julianna Baggott was just dry, slow-paced and frankly, boring. The weirdness of the world of ‘Pure’ was the only thing that gave the story any merit. Other than that, I felt like I was stuck in a story with a ménagerie of boring characters and a plot that inched along moment to moment.
The world has been ripped asunder and the elite of the world have withdrawn into domes, leaving the others to fend for themselves in a apocalyptic environment. Detonations rocked the planet when Pressia was a small girl. She barely remembers what it was like before, when people were whole and every moment wasn’t a struggle to survive. Partridge lives in the Dome, a Pure, but his life isn’t the stuff of fairy tale like the people living outside the Dome believe. His life is regulated, even down to his genetic make-up. He thought his mother was dead but recent revelations make him think she might be alive. The only way he’ll know for sure is by leaving the Dome. No one has left the Domes and returned. Outside the dome the people that have survived the detonations are bizarre, fused with metal, animals and each other. It is a very dangerous place – especially for a Pure, which are things of legend.
It sounds interesting doesn’t it? I was instantly intrigued with the synopsis. Unfortunately Baggot’s dry writing style and monotonous descriptions left me bored. Not to mention the odd fused beings just became more bizarre by the page. The drunk Groupie that made an appearance when Pressia and Partridge are first introduced was like the straw that broke the plot…imagine this – a Groupie is a monstrosity of the detonation, a fusion of a group of people all stuck together and functioning as one. See, during this detonation event people were fused to different things. Some were fused to their microwave, others to different living beings, some a lot of different beings. This particular Groupie was drunk. It would seem Groupies are bullies. I had a hard time imagining a huge form with a bunch of people stuck together, walking properly, much less functioning as a bully. The physics of this particular drunk, bully groupie escapes me, but logic escaped me when a lot of the beasties and sandies and sheepies were described. Things like a guy with a dog for a leg – a man with birds on his back, a doll for a hand. I kept thinking, what if the birds died? How does one walk with a dog’s head as a foot? It was just odd and I think that the basic idea of the books was excellent, just the implementation went terribly wrong.
I doubt their fusion would be as streamlined as Toyota imagined it:
I can’t recommend this novel.
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