science fiction – Page 93

I love him, as a writer that is. Always thought he was far better then that poseur, William Gibson. He is what Neal Stephenson wants to be when he grows up. Sterling’s a cool hip technodude, so of course he Has his own blog. Also has his own “megalomanic but it might just work and at least it’s interesting” project for world improvement.

All of which is just a preamble to say that I’ve just read two of his novels, Heavy Weather and Involution Ocean together with one of Tom Holt’s comedies, Wish you Were Here. Made the usual sort of comments at the usual place, do take a look.

After that, you could do worse then download his 1992 non-fiction book about what happened when the Secret Service went on a
Hacker Crackdown.

Charlie Stross is a hacker (in the respectable sense of the word), computer journalist, weblogger and science fiction writer. It’s because of the latter he just fried my brain. If Neal Stephenson was the Bruce Sterling of the nineties, Charlie is the Neal Stephenson of the noughties.

You see, Charlie’s short story Lobsters has been nominated for the 2002 short story Hugo Awards which inspired Asimovs to put it online. Charlie linked to it in his weblog as a bit of shameless self promotion, so I read the story during my lunch break.

Whoa.

That was … weird. Weird and dense and wonderful. Exhilirating in a way I only get from good science fiction, the sort of science fiction where you actually feel your neural pathways expanding because the writer is throwing so much new stuff at you, the sort of science fiction that gives you a bigger sugar buzz then a crate of Jolt cola, the sort of science fiction that leaves you bouncing new ideas of the edge of your cranium.

Not bad at all.