Gods, I hope that's her first novel.
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The other day, while I was visiting
shemayazi, I spotted a novel on her desk with a hot cyborged babe on the cover in shiny black latex standing in front of your typical long-haired D&D elf with the leather fanny back and the plunging neckline pirate blouse. The title was Quantum Gravity: Keeping It Real.
I opened it up. The prologue was entitled, "Common Knowledge," and was a six page infodump of "the world after the Superconducting Supercollider shattered the walls between the worlds." It goes on in a sonorous voice about the six planes that intersect with ours: the world of elves, the world of daemons, the world of death, the world of elementals. There were more, I don't remember them.
Good grief, some publisher paid for this crap? It read like a bad Shadowrun novel, but with the labels ripped off and the serial numbers filed down. It reads as if the author, Justina Robson, wanted to write something Shadowrunny but she also wanted it to be edgier, sexier, more "adult" (for weighted values of), so she wrote this instead. I thumbed through the book, and discovered that she used five different typefaces, so her character's AI could talk in bold san serif and her daemon-elf-spirit-possessor thingy used a flowery, curlicue type face, the kind where the letter i is dotted with a heart and the artists's eyes should be dotted with bleach.
Apparently the premise is that the Elves want to kill the world's first Elfin rock star as punishment for his association with humans, and our heroine, Lila, a borged-out babe whose AI interface may or may not have an agenda of its own, is sent to be his bodyguard.
Amazon has seven reviews: two 5-stars and five 4-stars. What I read was trite, contrived, silly.
Unfortunately, it does look like Robson has other books that I might be interested in, like Natural History and Silver Screen, both of which look like posthuman or transhuman pulp. But unless she's a master of characterization, there's nothing yet that convinces me I'm going to have the sense of wonder I like out of my SF.
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I opened it up. The prologue was entitled, "Common Knowledge," and was a six page infodump of "the world after the Superconducting Supercollider shattered the walls between the worlds." It goes on in a sonorous voice about the six planes that intersect with ours: the world of elves, the world of daemons, the world of death, the world of elementals. There were more, I don't remember them.
Good grief, some publisher paid for this crap? It read like a bad Shadowrun novel, but with the labels ripped off and the serial numbers filed down. It reads as if the author, Justina Robson, wanted to write something Shadowrunny but she also wanted it to be edgier, sexier, more "adult" (for weighted values of), so she wrote this instead. I thumbed through the book, and discovered that she used five different typefaces, so her character's AI could talk in bold san serif and her daemon-elf-spirit-possessor thingy used a flowery, curlicue type face, the kind where the letter i is dotted with a heart and the artists's eyes should be dotted with bleach.
Apparently the premise is that the Elves want to kill the world's first Elfin rock star as punishment for his association with humans, and our heroine, Lila, a borged-out babe whose AI interface may or may not have an agenda of its own, is sent to be his bodyguard.
Amazon has seven reviews: two 5-stars and five 4-stars. What I read was trite, contrived, silly.
Unfortunately, it does look like Robson has other books that I might be interested in, like Natural History and Silver Screen, both of which look like posthuman or transhuman pulp. But unless she's a master of characterization, there's nothing yet that convinces me I'm going to have the sense of wonder I like out of my SF.
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:52 pm (UTC)I think part of the reason I haven't is because I like my garden. It's a nice little hothouse, and I'm comfortable with my current employment such that I don't feel compelled to do more. Like every gardener, I'll grouse about how I wish it could be bigger, but as long as I'm well-satisfied with the results as they stand, and I don't have to do more, I probably won't.