So I’m slowly getting back into reading. I devoured Crooked Little Vein and wasn’t sure what to read next. Months flew by and it wasn’t until after x-mas I picked my next book. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson. One that I had heard about. One that seemed up my alley more than a little. Here is a small excerpt:
The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He’s got esprit up to here. Right now he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachno-fiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
I had a hard time getting into the book though. It has a weird flow that made it hard for me to read. Not sure how to describe it. It could just be me. The ending was also a let down. Just felt like it all ended so quickly. The Metaverse often made me think of Second Life (I have only dabbled). Although I’ve never seen anyone get cut to bits in SL so the Metaverse has one up on them there. All in all I enjoyed the book. I’m reading Gibson’s Neuromancer now, to continue the cyberpunk theme.
I just finished this and it was really good right up to the end, which felt like a clumsy attempt at preparing for a sequel. I suppose there was a resolution of sorts, but there was no character resolution at all. We never learn what happens ultimately to anyone. And in a book that was completely character driven, that’s kind of like a slap to the face with a herring.