Unlike the technical people on …more The storyline was completed. Understandably, things get wiggy. To If you're into stuff like this, you can read the full review. It's a false-nostalgic treat, while the glow lasts. Presumably there have been some further changes since.
The most cliched tales can at least be enjoyed on an unkind mocking level.
The detached protagonist lies somewhere on the spectrum between that guy from American Psycho and Abed from Community. I'm not sure the extreme phlebas sex education in Crewe can be fully excused as "satire" either. Sadly not the first edition — which would be a lot more interesting in its formative brainstorming and more blatant Babylon 5 appropriation — but there are still a few little differences before they got to casting and production.
I look forward to working with you to make this next book a huge success. The first of Banks' self-described mainstream novels is still pleasantly full of Gothic trappings, but like everything produced after his bibliography's schizophrenic split, it feels somehow filtered, labelled, constrained.
The problem of not having enough biodiversity in the human population in their final situation is handled okay with a fair projection of editing out deleterious mutations and splicing in of artificial variant of genes. They don't have to involve monumental suffering, but that's usually how it goes.
But the complexities and unpredictability of human nature coupled with unforeseen challenges and dangers threaten the intrepid pioneers, until only a handful of survivors remain. There's no faulting Iain Banks' prolific writing ethic, but it's a shame he didn't write more stories of this length, or allowed the ones he did write to be swallowed and digested among other ideas in his monstrous novels.
Welcome back. It's pretty racist too, from the occasional unflattering descriptions of dark-skinned people to the condescending attitude of the American curators to the Filipino bards, which includes sometimes leaving in their imperfect English phrasing verbatim because it's funny.
Entertaining enough to read in one sitting on a beach, even if it's lacking the artistry of his song narratives through the handicap of quantity.
They, too, will need much more than long eyelashes and long legs to see that their offspring be part of the future of humanity. When I spotted this in the university library, and realised I didn't have to write my final "English literature" dissertation on hard books after all, all those years wasted in front of the TV retroactively became worthwhile research, I tell myself.
Mixed in with the predictive theorizing there's an action-oriented plot Some of the best art is frustrating.