A tale of stars and ache and ghosts what haunt us.
London, 2063. As the Earth burns, the wealthy retreat into Eden, a dazzling mixed-reality simulation.
Max Fisher lives in a world of beauty and possibility, where painful memories can be overwritten by code. But something falters. Fragments of another reality begin to seep through, and the stories he believes in begin to unravel.
Eden is a work of speculative fiction scribbled in grief and glow, a story of our descent into images, and a meditation on love and tenderness in a dying world.
Very impressive debut novel. Echoes of Philip K Dick stories and the old Outer Limits TV series, while still fizzing with originality. A book about the unbreakable truth of human emotion when every other aspect of life has surrendered to the artifice of technology.
The amount of detail the author puts into his vision of 2060s London is actually quite mind-blowing. “Immersive” barely does it justice. And yet, somehow, he manages to treat it with a lightness of touch that still allows the story to breathe.
There are satisfying doses of menace, intrigue, and action, not to mention a kind of eerie allure to the mixed-reality simulation (I mean, who wouldn’t want to go to a party as Cary Grant, right down to the voice?).
And, most memorably, when the major plot twist comes, it is of the hold-on-tight, total-perspective-shift variety, all pulled off with Sixth Sense levels of aplomb. Great stuff.