Yesterday, at long last, the last (but hopefully not final) Takeshi Kovacs book fell into my grubby little hands.
- Morgan's prose is incredible as always. The man can describe new places like no one else since Neal Stephenson's - oops - I mean, Bruce Sterling's travelogues (See: Heavy Weather and Holy Fire). Except with bloodier metaphors.
- This one was denser than the previous two, numberofplots-wise and prose-wise. The latter was good, the former marginally less so.
- Morgan and Charlie Stross are the two writers in scifi with the firmest grasp on how history actually moves - like evolution, it is relentless and unkind to its instruments. Yet good things emerge from it still.
- if you thought he had explored every possible ramification of the cortical stack, you're in for a treat. Stacks implanted in animal bodies is just one of them.
- mimints were a very cool idea. DeCom was just as cool if not more.
- with Ascertainment, Morgan finally explains how people can identify each other in a world where bodies are as interchangable as clothing - hell, they're literally referred to as sleeves!
- mimints have more potential than he used.
- The climax ... wasn't. The denouement on the other hand, filled me with glee. But it would ...
- not enough young Kovacs. On the other hand, Morgan did something really freakin' clever with him and an oooold friend towards the end.
- Richard. K. Morgan really doesn't like transhumanists - and by god if he has to set up a strawman to knock 'em, so be it! (See: Renouncers)
- a certain figure from Kovacs' past doesn't live up to the hype. I shall reread and see if that was precisely the point.
- hoped to see more of the Martians (or whatever they are). Ah well.
- the Eishundo sleeve is such a clever little thing, I wish I'd come up with it.
- Aww, I miss the Nemex pistol. Company went out of business?
- the first two books had sex with two women each. This one, about ... four if you count VR and the ghost. Could the editors be to blame?
- Kovacs has two problems. 1) He's a Quellist who
- I can't believe it took me this long to figure out: Quellcrist Falconer is Che Guevera with tits.
- HA! I knew it! Morgan may not have made it easy, he didn't make it shiny and it took him three books to get around to it but by god, he did it, just as I said he would.
All in all, I recommend this book without reservation. Unless of course you have a problem with tomato spray. In any case, Mr. Morgan has done it again. Many people will consider this their favorite of the three (not me though; Broken Angels rocks beyond all else).