So far, I’m about a hundred pages into Anathem and nothing has happened. There has been no plot movement whatsoever. The most interesting thing that has happened was a couple of monks deciding whether or not to get into a fist fight.
So really, I feel that I’m looking at a version of A Canticle for Liebowitz in which, instead of rediscovering blue prints, devising the principles of electricity, and building the first lightbulb seen in over a thousand years, all the while dealing with a couple of philosophical problems as well as cannibalism, they. . . eat stew.
Worse: I, as a reader, am constantly having new, made up words thrown at me. Seriously? You couldn’t call the monk “Brother” Numbnuts? We have to use “Fraa” Numbnuts?