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5.0 out of 5 stars
Exceptional, 20 Jan 2008
This review is from: Pretty Little Things to Fill Up the Void (Paperback)
It's like mixing a cocktail of some dubious chemical, wearing welder's goggles and with the acid burn of your ingredients slowing searing its way up your arms. Take one drachm Brian Wood's DMZ and CHANNEL ZERO, a hundred cc's of Kathe Koja's SKIN and strip back the oxides off some of Simon's own ROHYPNOL BRIDES and NOTHING IS INFLAMMABLE, and you have this: a nightmare near-future chemical-fetish world where everything is rubble and broken and rusted, populated by the razor fringes of society and constantly reinventing itself in a nihilistic, furious shriek of death and anger.
The prose and descriptions are barbed wire around your throat. Some elements of the story were genuinely uncomfortable to read, so far off the track of what, in these terrorism-defined days, is socially acceptable, and that's a GOOD thing -- if ever there was a book to tear you out of your comfort zone and make you question the validity of your ideals and your conceptions of art, it's this one.
From the insanity of the train-riders (hanging onto the outside of a massive toxic waste carrier at 100mph, with death inches over your head, simply for the thrill of it) to junk-city galleries, burned and collapsed and seething with struggling, broken artists and their equally insane, focative art; from the burning, war-torn city streets where SWAT choppers shoot on sight and the taggers and boarders scuttle like cockroaches in the shadows of their wake to the sundered warehouses and the data-pirates, hackers and purveyors; from Elisabeth Afterlife's hell of self-denial and subsequent journey towards something that might be hope (if that's what you can call it) to the inimical, monstrous and brutally compelling Shiva (whose rationale makes a hideous kind of sense, which is just ONE of the reasons you'll come out of this book feeling as filth-stained as the oil- and rust-choked streets and buildings)... it's a ride into a world you didn't know existed, but which is right beneath your fingertips, as cracked and bloody and torn as they might be.
Industrial fiction doesn't get much better than this.
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