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Michael Marshall Smith's Only Forward - sci-fi ad absurdio to begin with, being set in a ridiculously partioned City covering 70% of the landmass of the country, divided into Neighbourhoods where everyone into a particular thing gets to devote their lives to that thing - from colour co-ordination, through being a workaholic, to bland isolationism. Gradually, you beginto see how the City exists as a construct symbolic of the fractures implicit in the personality of the first person narrator, a man known only as Stark, who troubleshoots across the length and breadth, being at home nowhere, in a City where everyone has a place to be. As the novel loses it's light tone, becoming progressively darker, bleaker and more surreal, so do the events in the City, culminating in what I like to call 'one of those Blade Runner moments...
It's bloody good, by the way. |
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