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There's no question that the anticipation for each successive Iain Banks novel grows ever greater, and
Dead Air is a literary event. The sardonic, inventive prose guarantees a unique reading experience with each new book (the misfires may be counted on one hand), and whatever genre he tackles, Banks is one of the most stimulating writers at work in Britain today.
His protagonist here is Ken Nott, a character as penetratingly realised as ever. He's a committed contrarian, ekeing out a living as a left-wing radio shock-jock in London. He makes his home in a loft apartment in the East End, in a former factory due to be demolished in a few days. After a wedding breakfast, people begin to pitch fruit from a balcony on to a deserted car park 10 storeys below; then they begin dispatching other things: a broken TV, a loudspeaker with a ruptured cone, bean bags and other useless furniture. Then the guests enter a kind of frenzy and start dropping things that are still working, at the same time trashing the rest of the apartment. But suddenly mobile phones start to ring urgently and they're told to turn on the TV, because a plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center. And Ken Nott finds his life is to change irrevocably.
Banks's subject here is nothing less than the survival of the individual in the face of a chaotic world. The destruction of personality under the lacerating values of modernity is a subject repeatedly addressed by JG Ballard (and that author's shadow is clearly evident here), and although this is one of the Iain Banks novels in which he pointedly does not use the "M" in his name that marks his science fiction, this nightmare vision of contemporary London has more than a trace of that genre in its sense of fractured reality. But all the caustic humour and dark character development that Banks excels in are fully in place. --Barry Forshaw
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Review
The expectations for each successive Iain Banks novel grow ever greater, and Dead Air is unquestionably a literary event. Ken Nott is making a living as a radio shock-jock in London; he lives in a loft in the East End, in a former factory due to be knocked down. After a wedding breakfast, people begin to throw fruit from a balcony on to a deserted car park ten storeys below; then the guests become carried away and start dropping larger things while wrecking the rest of the apartment. But suddenly mobile phones begin ringing and they're told to turn on the TV, because a plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center. Banks' subject here is nothing less than the survival of the individual in the face of a chaotic world.
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
