Some time ago, at the ever fabulous Plokta Con, I bumped into SF author Charlie Stross. He was somewhat drunk, and I had a PDA in my hand, so he kindly offered me a pre-production copy of Accelerando, the novel that had been partially serialised in Asimov's. I gleefully devoured it over the following few weeks, offered praise (and a few nitpicks) and told him that I'd tell all my friends to buy it when it came out (it being one of those genre-defining books that I so adore).
He, slightly snottily, pointed out that as the stories had been nominated for various awards, they hardly needed recommending by J random fan. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I knew almost nobody who even knew that the Hugos _are_, let alone what's been won (or even less, nominated), but that I did know a few people who bought books if I shouted about them loudly enough.
So I'm hereby shouting very loudly indeed about Accelerando. Which Charlie describes as a family saga that follows three generations of a dysfunctionally postmodern lineage right through a Vingean singularity, as recounted by the family's robot cat. It's much, much weirder than that, though. And he's completely correct - it starts present day (or just beyond) with something that reads like Wired magazine fed through a hyperactive shredder, and then takes the ideas forward, and then fast-forward, until you end up at some truly interesting places.
It's more a novel of ideas than plot, but it still manages decent characters and kept me going all the way to the end.
It's out in July, but I pre-ordered mine. It's worth it.
He, slightly snottily, pointed out that as the stories had been nominated for various awards, they hardly needed recommending by J random fan. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I knew almost nobody who even knew that the Hugos _are_, let alone what's been won (or even less, nominated), but that I did know a few people who bought books if I shouted about them loudly enough.
So I'm hereby shouting very loudly indeed about Accelerando. Which Charlie describes as a family saga that follows three generations of a dysfunctionally postmodern lineage right through a Vingean singularity, as recounted by the family's robot cat. It's much, much weirder than that, though. And he's completely correct - it starts present day (or just beyond) with something that reads like Wired magazine fed through a hyperactive shredder, and then takes the ideas forward, and then fast-forward, until you end up at some truly interesting places.
It's more a novel of ideas than plot, but it still manages decent characters and kept me going all the way to the end.
It's out in July, but I pre-ordered mine. It's worth it.
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Date: 2005-01-25 12:01 am (UTC)(Does this mean he's written a novel or three beyond Singularity Sky? Guess so. Must try to catch up....although it's very unlikely that I ever will.)
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Date: 2005-01-25 08:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-26 05:35 pm (UTC)I liked a lot of the ideas in accellerando, but the story was a bit awkward towards the end.
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Date: 2005-01-25 08:31 am (UTC)You are too soft, Andy, should have socked him with a dose of reality!
For some reason I suspect I'll hate the book, by the way, but I'm irritated that I can't decide why I think that.
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Date: 2005-01-25 01:53 pm (UTC)