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Iain m. banks could be the greatest sci-F writer in the whole English speaking world, unfortunately he can't seem to write a decent novel, how could he write so well and create such great places events, disasters, people, aliens, ships, AIs and worlds and fail for me.


i just finished reading his latest huge novel 593 pages of MATTER, all of it i guess, he used it all.


great book, featuring the famous pompous self important culture, our descendants all tech'd out in fantastic space ships and smart cloths and radiation heads and power plant finger tipped, beautiful people, it seems as though our children's children are going to get to be perfect and pretty and strong and long lived and always win every battle they face, by meddling in the whole universe.making up their own laws and breaking them, and killing lots of malignant ancient alien clouds and shit, that i find just fascinating and embarrassing too, like i would never tell anyone that i really read this shit and eat it up, but here i am. jesus.


maybe i want to be living in a crystal galactic bubble bath and pure white bullet proof pj's, saving the whole universe. but not from us, not from our offspring's mutants, and must everyone in the future do nothing but drink and smoke and talk about fucking, and make everything easy to do, like flying, fighting and dying. read the whole book in about four days devoured it and when i reached the the very last page i sighed and tossed it to the floor, six hundred pages and he ends it all in one skimpy page of action, three paragraphs, great ending i guess but crap man, if you are going to write one thousand pages describing a filthy river, why not give the heroine, some finality some depth, something we can hold and savour, not some thrown away halfassed ta ta, good bye. damn i felt lost, and i know that's what Mr banks does, he points out the quickness and meaninglessness of such deaths and warfare but who cares i want more from my last real pages in the life of some stupid princes who i have spent three days with and have grown to kind of dislike, with her super powers and robot dildo side kick and her invincibility, her charm and gifts given to her from her culture brainiacs, but who knows maybe mr. banks is leading us all to someplace where the culture gets the ass whopping we all see coming and wish upon their whole race, speaking of which i found the most endearing creatures to be these Oct crab thingies. very charming maybe they'll win the final battle and send all these plush pampered mongrel humans home, or kill us all, if banks has his way it'll all happen in one sentence. Read consider phlebas instead, or, the algebraist.