Some of the premises of this futuristic dystopian thriller seemed mildly promising. It is set several years after the "Day of Rage," a group of terror attacks in which bombs were set off at Eton, the Dalton School in Manhattan, and elite schools in several other countries. We're never told how many victims died, but it's a day with obvious overtones of 9/11, and it results in the creation of a total surveillance society. Congress passes a series of laws with Orwellian names such as The Need to Know Act, which states that "an ordinary citizen did not need to know much of anything." The Good News for Americans Act "placed restrictions on anonymous bloggers and web sites." Congress is debating the Faith of Our Fathers Act, which will place restrictions on any religion that doesn't use the Bible as a primary text. Crowd pleasers, all. In the United States, thousands have been jailed in Good Citizen Camps for various misdeeds against the surveillance state. Globally, there are sex riots in China due to the lack of women, and Russia has a czar. Many Americans have microchips under their skin which identify them wherever they go; if they don't have a subcutaneous chip, they are required to carry an ID card on their person which accomplishes the same thing. Many human workers have been replaced with very lifelike robots. Essentially, these are mostly things that are either virtually in place in our own lives, or we feel like are in danger of happening soon.
Unfortunately, aside from all the surveilling in the novel, and the robots, this dystopic backdrop is merely wallpaper for a not terribly compelling story. For example, we never see inside the citizen camps. We don't see the political system up close. We're introduced to a 30-something male protagonist who suffers from Cotard's syndrome, which the book jacket explains is real: people who have it think they're dead. Jacob came down with it after a motorcycle accident caused a severe brain injury. He now has autism-like symptoms. He hates being touched, has no understanding of social or human interactions, and has to refer to a guidebook to understand what people's facial expressions mean. He constantly refers to his "Spark," which is the thing that creates his thoughts. You can think of it as something brain-like, or soul-like, except that Jacob doesn't believe in souls. His Spark reverberates inside his Shell, or body. We are provided with lots of diagrams of Sparks, Shells, and other things. This fits in with his autism-esque need to explain things visually, but it also feels lazy, like a substitute for writing. In fact the writing here is nothing special. It's bland. The novel chugs along, but about two-thirds of the way through I lost interest, at the point where a group of do-gooder characters belonging to an underground political resistance movement were introduced. Aside from their admirable political and charitable qualities, we learn that these are good people because they smile, grin, enjoy each other's company, and make delicious hot chocolate. Jacob, employed as a contract assassin, the perfect job for him because he has no feelings, is tasked with killing one of these fine people, but the hot chocolate and other small details are giving him second thoughts.