Book 1 in my re-reading odyssey.
This was one of a small number of paperback novels I had kept after selling off a good portion of my fiction library. I remember having fond memories of it, and figured I might enjoy reading it again in the future.
Well, the future arrived, and I decided to re-read this book, and was very surprised, for I did not remember any of it at all. None of it was familiar: not the story, not the characters, not the writing style. I know I had read the book many years ago, but nothing of it was retained in my mind---and I can appreciate why that may be.
The story tries to play a bit at being a hard-boiled detective story, only with a sci-fi bent, and without the hard-boiled detective. It is readable, but there are numerous parts during the front 3/4 that drag, and add little to the progression of the story. But still, it had its charms.
And then I reached the last 1/4 of the book, and everything went belly-up.
The last quarter is jarringly different from the preceeding 3/4, and has a very rushed feel---as if it were meant to be a whole other story. There are a variety of new characters introduced; the veiled techno-wizardry goes into overdrive; and for its length, it felt as if the plot had stopped---that the ending was just hanging out of reach, and I was being tortured for some misdeed, and would only reach the end if I paid my penance.
Well, I paid it, and was underwhelmed.
Overall, this strikes me as a contract book: one written to fulfill a contractual obligation, and that was hammered out over the course of a weekend, and a bottle of whiskey.