eeeee!!!!! charles stross in melbourne

I’m still waiting to buy Charles Stross’ latest novel, and to fill the interim bought one of Neal Stephenson‘s first works, I imagine I’m one lazy afternoon away from eviscerating as the first third barely withstood a very somnambulistic 2am doze/read last night following some hours spent swilling port and using my applied Photoshop skills for various nihilistic ends. At $AU54 for the hardback publication though, I’m feeling conflicting desires.

There was none of that this morning when I read his blog and found out he’ll be in Melbourne in a couple of weeks at Continuum 4, yes I am a geek for sci-fi. I’m so excited I probably won’t even leave the house when he’s in town.

charles stross – glasshouse

Before I lost most of this year to reading Neal Stephenson‘s Baroque Cycle, which I am currently re-reading for various selfish reasons mostly to do with plagues, French pox, white slavery, Leibniz and other fun history of philosophy of science stuff, I spent my time in Zürich also reading Neal Stephenson. The three books collectively are so staggeringly brilliant they render insignificant any previous claims by me “book of the year”. Except Charles Stross, whose Accelerando of last year, and erratic blogging on Charlie’s Diary is the bright morning sun in dark mid-winter; mainly because nothing is more attractive to me than superlunary intelligence.

Charlie has a new book out, Glasshouse, and I am uncontrollably thrilled to know I will be reading it just as soon as I find a bookshop that has it. As a coda, I really think publishers should send me books to review, not merely because of the direct correlation between me expectorating superlatives, you buying said object of encomium and Charlie keeping his kidneys.

The censorship wars — during which the Curious Yellow virus devastated the network of wormhole gates connecting humanity across the cosmos — are finally over at the start of Hugo-winner Stross’s brilliant new novel, set in the same far-future universe as 2005’s Accelerando. Robin is one of millions who have had a mind wipe, to forget wartime memories that are too painful — or too dangerously inconvenient for someone else. To evade the enemies who don’t think his mind wipe was enough, Robin volunteers to live in the experimental Glasshouse, a former prison for deranged war criminals that will recreate Earth’s “dark ages” (c. 1950-2040). Entering the community as a female, Robin is initially appalled by life as a suburban housewife, then he realizes the other participants are all either retired spies or soldiers. Worse yet, fragments of old memories return — extremely dangerous in the Glasshouse, where the experimenters’ intentions are as murky as Robin’s grasp of his own identity. With nods to Kafka, James Tiptree and others, Stross’s wry SF thriller satisfies on all levels, with memorable characters and enough brain-twisting extrapolation for five novels.

— Publishers Weekly