I still cry when I read his books.
Michael Marshall Smith writes as if his
character is
talking to you,
taking you on a ride, you are not the
main character, but you feel closer than you would if it was written from the "
third person" perspective. You don't switch between who you ride with, you stay with the
one person all the way through.
Sometimes it seems as if you've started reading the story
half way through, but, by the end,
everything falls together... well
almost everything. It is never
wrapped up in a
perfect little
parcel that can be
put away and forgotten about. It leaves you
wondering about a few
things, it stays in your mind and you just can't help but going back to
read it again.
I
believe Michael Marshall Smith writes about
love,
Love,
growing up, and an
extraordinary ordinary life. He writes about
likes,
stupidity,
mistakes,
Somethings, and
other places.
Talking appliances and
cats make
guest appearances in a few of his
stories.
I am a
dog person and some of his books make me want to own a
cat just to
tickle it
behind the
ears.
Below is a
biography of his novels and short stories.
NOVELS:
Only Forward
Spares (Talking appliances. Yay. "what do I know? I'm just a fucking fridge"
One of Us
What You Make It (really a collection of short stories)
The Straw Men
SHORT STORIES:
The Man Who Drew Cats
The Vaccinator
The Dark Land
Always
A Time For Waiting
The View
More Bitter Than Death
Later
The Fracture
The Owner
Autumn
To See The Sea
Rain Falls
To Receive Is Better
Dying
More Tomorrow
Foreign Bodies
Sorted
Someone Else's Problem
Hell Hath Enlarged Herself
Not Waving
Save As...
Charms
Dear Alison
Victoria's Secret
Different Now
Walking Wounded
Mr. Cat
Missed Connection
Everybody Goes
When God Lived In Kentish Town
A Convenient Arrangement
A Place To Stay
Enough Pizza
Diet Hell
Welcome
The Book Of Irrational Numbers
The Handover
What You Make It
Some Witch's Bed