I bought this book off the back of a review in SFX magazine which praised it as a real up-and-coming writer, but I have to say that I was woefully disappointed by it. Many have commented on the imagination present in the book, and it is true that the book has it in spades, and Mr. Meaney must be respected on that count.
But (and it's a big but), the book is absolutely awful on three counts:
1. Characters. The characters are paper think cardboard cut-out Japanese types, with all the standard names (Akira? Ken? Ryu? - Streetfighter 2 was a major inspiration source?) and the standard trappings of Western ideas of what the future Japanese would be like. The main protagonist is a samurai warrior woman, for example, lonely but noble on a quest. Nothing new there then. And the main antagonist is evil evil evil, right down to his cold black heart. There's no real insight into the characters' minds, just the things that they say to themselves. They also have very little by way of interesting dialogue. In what could have been a promising setup for the cyberpunk-style debate on the future, what we have instead is a poorly scripted action adventure. If this story had been in the hands of Iain Banks, for example, then you would have seen much more character depth.
2. Plot. The story is really really jaded. There's this bad guy character (Raphael), who has "vampire code" that basically lets him eat other people's brains. He's sort of a cartoonish American Psycho of the future, self indulgent, but one of those characters that thinks through his evils on the page so the reader can see them. In otherwords, he's irritating as hell to read.
Then there is the story of the samurai woman on the hunt for her missing son, Testuo (Kaneda. Akira!) and the two become entangled as the bad guy goes on the hunt for the good guy's brains. That's really all there is to it. It's the stuff of cheap comic books.
3. The writing. The thing that really annoyed me the most about this book is the writing. Where Meaney is at his strongest is when describing technology, but where he's at his weakest is more or less everywhere else. His dialogue is weak and uninteresting. He uses the word "rictus" far too much. His style is straight third person with character thoughts appearing in the "he thought, she thought" manner, and with everything being very obvious, very irritating as a result. There's no style to the text at all, which makes it very dull to read.
Frankly, I'm stunned that this book was shortlisted for a prize, because if it is the sort of book that receives high praise these days, then the world of sci-fi is in serious trouble - doomed to remain in the doldrums of funky technology and not really growing as a writing field. I can only hope that things get better.