This was a devastatingly disappointing read; I truly do not understand why it was nominated for a couple of awards or included in the SF Masterworks series except possibly because it surely must be good coming from the combined pens of two such acclaimed science fiction authors. However I can only say they both should have stuck with the edgy cyberpunk upon which their reputations had been made rather than trying to cash in on the then new wave of steampunk.
Dig deep enough and the reader might be able to find the weak and ineffectual plot buried beneath the all too clever Victoriana world building. I can’t really outline that plot because it would take no more than a few short sentences to completely describe plot and give the whole game away. Not that that would really matter as the vast majority of the book has absolutely nothing to do with the plot anyway. More time is spent describing sub plots that finally turn out to have no bearing on the ‘main’ plot whatsoever; digressions on the alternative American politics, input from the Japanese the whole central theme of the ‘stink’ (an exaggerated version of the London smog) suggest all kinds of intricate cross threading that eventually lead nowhere before finally some small paragraph appears that does actually have relevance to the plot.
Gibson and Sterling seem to have become so wrapped up in their steampunk world building that they entirely forgot that a book should possibly have some sort of plot rather than just intricately detailed settings for that plot. To give them some credit their alternative Victorian world building is certainly very atmospheric and crafted with loving attention to detail that suitably shows off how thorough their research must have been. But that’s the problem it mostly feels like it is only there to show off their talents. Lots of famous names are dropped throughout, oh so cleverly juxtaposed into different roles: Disraeli has become a hack writer and journalist, John Keats a ‘clacker’ (Victorian software engineer), Byron a politician and so on. One unnecessarily long and lascivious passage detailing a sexual encounter between one of the main protagonists and a dollymop (such impressive research!) contributed absolutely nothing to the story and nothing of relevance to the character building; its sole purpose seemed only to demonstrate the messed up and repressed sexual urges of Victorian society.
For me at least impressive world building is not sufficient to create a good book, especially when the vast majority of the world building bears no relevance to what little story the authors have bothered to include. And the less said about the rambling ending the better.
I say again, a huge disappointment, I really expected so much more from these two authors.
1/5 stars
Dig deep enough and the reader might be able to find the weak and ineffectual plot buried beneath the all too clever Victoriana world building. I can’t really outline that plot because it would take no more than a few short sentences to completely describe plot and give the whole game away. Not that that would really matter as the vast majority of the book has absolutely nothing to do with the plot anyway. More time is spent describing sub plots that finally turn out to have no bearing on the ‘main’ plot whatsoever; digressions on the alternative American politics, input from the Japanese the whole central theme of the ‘stink’ (an exaggerated version of the London smog) suggest all kinds of intricate cross threading that eventually lead nowhere before finally some small paragraph appears that does actually have relevance to the plot.
Gibson and Sterling seem to have become so wrapped up in their steampunk world building that they entirely forgot that a book should possibly have some sort of plot rather than just intricately detailed settings for that plot. To give them some credit their alternative Victorian world building is certainly very atmospheric and crafted with loving attention to detail that suitably shows off how thorough their research must have been. But that’s the problem it mostly feels like it is only there to show off their talents. Lots of famous names are dropped throughout, oh so cleverly juxtaposed into different roles: Disraeli has become a hack writer and journalist, John Keats a ‘clacker’ (Victorian software engineer), Byron a politician and so on. One unnecessarily long and lascivious passage detailing a sexual encounter between one of the main protagonists and a dollymop (such impressive research!) contributed absolutely nothing to the story and nothing of relevance to the character building; its sole purpose seemed only to demonstrate the messed up and repressed sexual urges of Victorian society.
For me at least impressive world building is not sufficient to create a good book, especially when the vast majority of the world building bears no relevance to what little story the authors have bothered to include. And the less said about the rambling ending the better.
I say again, a huge disappointment, I really expected so much more from these two authors.
1/5 stars