This short book (a bit over 11,000 words) bills itself as “A Cyberpunk Journey into the Fight for Musical Identity”. I can just about buy the “fight for musical identity”, as the book is mainly concerned with the tension between human-produced and machine-produced music, but the “cyberpunk” part is a claim that this book struggles to stand up to.
The story concerns Alice, an opinionated, not to say bigoted, fan of human music and hater of music created by artificial intelligence. The world in which she lives seems to be dominated by a kind of underground war between “purists” such as Alice, and “music megacorporations” such as MuseFam which churn out AI-generated music for the masses. We follow Alice as she is drawn further into the shadier parts of this battle.
The very first page of the book places it in New York City in 2071, roughly fifty years from “now” when the book was published. Given the pace of change we see around us, I would expect the world in 2071 to be very different, and in unexpected ways. Yet, that same page has the protagonist queuing for a hipster take-out coffee, alongside a thinly-veiled jab at Starbucks. Just a page or two later, when she arrives at work, she has to deal with a toppling pile of papers which she regrets not filing the day before.
Admittedly, there is mention of cosmetic body modifications, and a little later we are introduced to the “visor” which seems mostly to be a face-mounted equivalent to today’s smartphones - perhaps a relative of the Google glass which was a commercial success - and there are even lifelike humanoid robots. But where is the pervasive communications infrastructure? Where are the environmental and economic effects of fifty years of global warming, or the drastic changes to mitigate it? Where are the political changes following the decline of the “American Century”? Where are the hints of half a century of gender fluidity? Delivery culture? Drones and surveillance? The list goes on and on.
The coffee, the queuing and the paperwork would have been easy opportunities to show how the world of fifty years time is not the same as ours, instead we see a “cyberpunk” world which feels more like the early 2000s than 2071. Classic cyberpunk takes handfuls of current trends and technologies, then extrapolates them for a wild ride. This story feels more like a speculative fiction tale which keeps most of the world the same but highlights one particular area to make a social or political point.
Even if we only look at the core area of music and the running war between human musicians and AI composers, the premise of the story doesn’t really stack up. In the real world of 2021, plenty of real people make music using synthetic instruments, and there have been plenty of examples of artificial compositions played on real instruments. The elephant in the room, though, is recorded music. We already have so much existing music available that it needs tools such as Spotify to make sense of it, and in fifty years time there will be so much more that it’s hard to imagine any significant financial benefit to making new music. In many ways that is true already. Ever since Napster broke the dam, pretty much any music ever recorded can be found for free, and music sales have been in continual decline.
This book is reasonably well written, although it does jump around a bit and includes some sections which don’t seem to have much purpose, such as Alice acting entitled and embarrassing her best friend in a fancy restaurant. I lay this at the door of the author's claim, in a slightly cringe-worthy preface, to be a “pantzer” - someone who writes without planning. Personally, I think the book would have benefitted from a bit more research, thought, and planning. And maybe looking up the normal spelling of “pantser”!