Below the cut, please find my cohesive visual response to Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker. It was heavily inspired by Kyra’s visual review of The Book of Words on Ferretbrain. It’s also done entirely in pencil, and is a bit rougher than other comics on this blog, but I really didn’t want to redraw it in pen. Obviously, spoilers abound. This is also fairly light-hearted, and I don’t mean to offend Cherie Priest or her fans with its contents (and if she sees this, then: Sorry!).
The End.
And there you have it, the Hugo Award -nominated magnum opus of steampunk literature.
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Whelp, that about sums ‘er up.
Funny thing, though, is that I read both Boneshaker and its sequel Dreadnought, and I found I liked Dreadnought more. I suppose it may have been the result of lowered expectations: all I wanted out of that book was a woman having an adventure on an awesome big-ass train, and dammit, that’s what I got! (Getting Dreadnought for about $1 at a used book sale probably helped matters too.)
I really have no desire to read Dreadnought after my time with Boneshaker (I think Boneshaker might have been the final nail in the steampunk coffin for me). If I found it at a used bookstore for a dollar, sure I’d buy it, the books themselves are very attractively presented with awesome covers and gold interior type and all that. But Priest’s prose put me in mind of really grey oatmeal. Easily digestible but ultimately just bland, bland, bland.