Lovers of Richard Calder's Dead Boys/Girls/Things will lap up Cythera. A swirling giddy mix of William Gibson and William S Burroughs, Cythera is a veritable vortex of images - Lolita-like doll children, beautiful cyborgs, pirate ships, Antarctican mansions, computers, ghosts. Bubbling up through this fractured narrative are such themes and concepts as childhood's end, violated innocence, uploading, geopolitics, virtual universes, nanotechnology. Not so much a story, running on its rails from start to finish, this is more a kaleidoscope, or better yet, a hologram, meant to be viewed from a multitude of angles (a hologram that has fallen off the mantlepiece and shattered!) Well, I'm kind of old-fashioned, I love stories with a plot I can follow, characters I can relate to. Cythera has its gems, many flashes of sharp and surreal brilliance, but it was rather like watching a firework display that went on too long; reading more than a chapter or so had me reaching for my headache pills (I've given myself a headache now, just from thinking up all those metaphors!)