I began by writing science fiction stories, novels and films, before disappearing down various rabbit-holes: perception (The Eye: A Natural History), 20th-century radical politics (The Weight of Numbers), the shipping system (Dead Water) and augmented reality (Wolves). I co-founded and edited Arc magazine, a digital publication about the future, before joining New Scientist magazine as its arts editor. Now I eke out a freelance living in possibly the coldest flat in London, writing arts reviews for the newspapers. My latest non-fiction is Stalin and the Scientists, a history of Soviet science. My latest novel is The Smoke.
I'm between a two and a three star rating. On the one hand, I love cyberpunk, and ings writes it with just enough confusion to keep it interesting, but on the other hand I just never connected with any of the characters. It reminded me very heavily of Bret Easton Ellis ' Glamorama, with the paranoia and the conspiracy, and the tone, but since the PoV is this unsympathetic, alcoholic guy who still keeps his wits about him, he's just too reliable a narrator. And the pedo vibes. Ugh. I know it's practically obligatory in 90's cyberpunk to have the superskinny, super young woman sidekick, but in every passage about Zoe she is described or compared to a child. I get it, Adam is an asshole, stop trying to turn this into Lolita!
With that said, the autism story line was very interesting, and again, kind of cutting edge for 90's sci fi. Adam is also "accused" of Aspergers at one point and if Ings could have explored neuropsychiatric theme a little more thoroughly and left the lolita-ism behind, it could have worked better. As it stands, it's a blast from the past but I have read other books that ages better.
Hats off to the author for attempting an unsympathetic protagonist. Unfortunately, doing it in first person means readers never get a break from the protag's toxic POV. I gave up on page 109.
The protag is insufferable not because he's an alcoholic who hates his wife's dog–there are sympathetic humans who struggle with alcohol addiction and don't much care for dogs–but because he repeatedly reaches for violent metaphors to describe the sex appeal of women:
"God had slapped and beaten her into shape, puffing up her lips in bee-stings, bruising her eyes into bed-roomy slits."
Metaphors this viscerally offensive are like the word f*ck: one is enough to make the point.
I wrote elsewhere of there not being many people that were writing the kind of near future science fiction that William Gibson is now concentrating on but this is one example of someone doing just that. This centres around the idea of a machine built to aid people suffering from autism and the places that Ing takes it, for being in a place that doesn;t seem too far from the present day, seem all the more scary.
It starts really really slow, almost to the point that i was not sure why was labeled as scifi. however it picks up in the middle and get more interesting and engaging, all way until the end.
A bleak, gritty, sci-fi (ish) novel populated by a deeply unlikeable main character, striving to overcome, or at least utilise, indebtedness and addiction to some positive purpose.
Simon Ings writes captivatingly. I finished this novel in two days (which is fast for me), even though I didn't really like it that much. wouldn't recommend this one but will certainly try another work of Ings. I have high hopes for Wolves.
The story was pretty good, except the ending which was a bit confusing and felt a little rushed..a good story which did not live up to its potential. 6,5/10