Gridlinked
Finished reading
Gridlinked by Neal Asher, and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of his catalogue (one of the joys, perhaps, of discovering an author when he is already well into his stride?).
Full review at my
blog, with pics and commentary on some variant covers, but I'll stick the body of the review here as well.
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Recently we've seen a growing awareness that British SF is undergoing something of a renaissance. Guys like Iain M. Banks and Peter F. Hamilton are obvious players in this, who are shifting huge amounts of their work. But there are others, like Neal Asher, who are successfully putting their work out there as well.
When Asher began posting at the excellent forum on
http://www.sffworld.com, it worked as a very effective reminder that I needed to finally get hold of the first book in his Ian Cormac sequence,
Gridlinked. While I understand that earlier material of his has been published, this seemed like the best place to start.
Gridlinked, it must be acknowledged, owes a heavy debt to a variety of SF authors, and indeed Asher has mentioned "standing on the shoulders of giants" in interviews. However, while it arguably treads very familliar ground, evoking Iain M. Banks, Asimov, Dan Simmons, Ridley Scott's Bladerunner and similar, Asher certainly demonstrates that he is more than a journeyman author, and by the end of
Gridlinked I think it would be fair to say I was a convert. The approach Asher takes, heavy on splatterpunk ultra-violence and adventure, actually works well as a corollary to some of his more thoughtful contemporaries. Perhaps in the way that John Steakley's
Armor can be read, several decades on, as a good adjunct to Robert Heinlein's
Starship Troopers.
Gridlinked is set in a far-future human society where travel is near-instantaneous, even across huge spans of space, thanks to 'runcible' technology. A benevolent central government administers to humanity, though with minority dissent and resistance from seperatist groups. In order to combat these and other internal threats (and handle whatever external threats present themselves, presumably) there exist 007-esque agents such as Ian Cormac.
Cormac has been 'gridlinked' for upwards of a couple of decades, giving him almost god-like powers of information access and instantaneous contact with the administering Artificial Intelligences of the Polity, and has served as an investigator and all-round troubleshooter and special envoy for longer than that. The result being that somewhere along the way, he's forgotten a lot of what it means to be human. At the opening of the novel, his handlers put him on the trail of whoever or whatever was behind the case of a sabotaged runcible which resulted in the death of 10,000 polity citizens. Cormac is simultaneously stripped of his gridlink facility, in an attempt to salvage his personality and humanity. He doesn't just have the toughest case of his career on his hands, but he's also going cold-turkey, grappling with his dependency on gridlinking and atrophied interpersonal skills.
Asher arrays against Cormac a rogue's gallery from his past- an ominous four-kilometre long behemoth alien called Dragon which blurs the line between flesh and machine, an insane vengence-crazed seperatist leader ... and perhaps most memorably, the android enforcer, Mr. Crane. Crane has, we learn, been broken to insanity by means of being directly linked to the mind of a psychotic murderer. The result is a serial-killing android two and a half-metres tall whose party trick is to hand people upside down with one brass hand while the other guts them. His unpredictability also extends to the seemingly whimsical- his fondness for 'collecting' little knick-nacks like ... er... small rubber dogs, and binoculars.
Not much else to say, beyond that I've now got to squeeze in the time to read the rest of Asher's catalogue. Shouldn't take a tremendous amount of time: His clipped, spartan prose goes down extremely easily. I don't want to say this is light reading (it isn't, necessarily...). But all the elements that Asher appears to value in his SF, I agree with. And when you're on the same wavelength as an author, you're not grappling for understanding- you're just sitting back enjoying the ride.
This is good stuff. Hook youself up to the grid...