The whole Solar Cycle (The Book of the New Sun, Urth of The New Sun, The Book of The Long Sun, The Book of The Short Sun), Fifth Head of Cerberus, Peace, There Are Doors, The Sorcerer's House ... .
Wolfe is a genius.
Before that I also finished Malazan.
> (Feel free to substitute “the next 10 years“ for “the rest of your life“.)
... Say... What do you know that I don't?
Once the 1980s arrived, Wolfe’s prose suddenly became plain and lackluster. His works continued to mine the same vein of deceitful narrators where the actual plot and events have to be riddled out by attentive readers, but these started to get dull and frustrating. All that was left to his writing was the book-as-puzzle, and literary value or even mere enjoyment went out the window. His editor kept accepting what Wolfe gave him and took it on faith that the work was competent, but even Wolfe fans have wondered if A Land Across, for example, can even be completely figured out.
Not to mention some cringeworthy stylistic choices and concerns of the late books, like putting the speech of characters on a distant planet into 20th-century ethnic stereotypes (The Book of the Short Sun) or old-man rants about modern society (Pirate Freedom). As someone who got into Wolfe through the early books and then voraciously read everything he wrote after that, the gradual disappointment was crushing.
