I have been an avid reader of science fiction since my childhood, devouring the works of great authors like Arthur C. Clarke, Ray Bradbury, Roger Zelazny, and Philip K. Dick. Their stories opened up new worlds and possibilities in my mind, captivating me with their imaginative concepts and engaging narratives.
However, I must admit that I am having a difficult time finding modern sci-fi authors who can match the caliber of these literary giants. While these classic authors may have had their share of less-than-stellar works, their best stories remain some of the most influential and beloved in the genre.
Take, for example, the novel Feersum Endjinn. This book is a prime example of what can go wrong with modern science fiction. It is a bloated, rambling mess of a story that seems to lack any clear direction or purpose. The flights of fantasy in this book are nothing more than a collection of madcap shenanigans borrowed from video game concepts, resulting in a disjointed and ultimately unsatisfying reading experience.
We are introduced to a talking ant named Ergates, a babbling disembodied flayed head, a masturbating computer construct imprisoned in a tower, ape men, a worm hole, talking birds, mastodons, and a whole host of other silly and pointless characters and concepts. There is no underlying organizing principle to tie all of these elements together, and as a result, the book reads like a random collection of ideas thrown at the wall in the hopes that something will stick.
I don't know. Maybe I'm being too harsh, but I just can't help but feel that modern science fiction has lost its way. There are still some great authors out there, but they seem to be few and far between. I long for the days when science fiction was truly innovative and thought-provoking, when it could transport me to strange new worlds and make me question the very nature of reality.
I have very mixed feelings about Banks's work. His early non-SF novels from the 80s and early 90s truly made a deep impression on me. They were engaging and had a certain charm. However, from the mid-90s onwards, I gradually lost my interest in his output. When it comes to his SF, I've never really been a big fan. But still, I keep giving it a try.
FEERSUM ENDJINN is a rather strange one. While I did have some enjoyment while reading it, I can't overlook its flaws. For me, the novel is like something that looks good on the surface but lacks real substance. The plot seems more like a trick, full of smoke and mirrors. We view the story through the eyes of numerous characters, but very few of them have any real power or influence (we could probably remove many of them without affecting the story at all). And, as is often the case with Banks's writing, his prose can sometimes verge on being overly flowery.
Nevertheless, the world and characters that Banks has created are indeed interesting and entertaining. This is where I got some enjoyment from. Sadly, though, the story itself doesn't amount to much. As for the sections written in semi-phonetic pidgin English, I found them quite irritating. They didn't add anything to the reading experience and, in my opinion, were just a pointless affectation. I really wish I could like Banks's later work and his SF more than I do. After all, he was one of the good guys, and it makes me feel bad to be so negative. Oh well, maybe I'll give another one of his works a try.
A demanding read but not rewarded by the ending
I don't have a particularly harmonious relationship with cyberpunk. To be more precise, up until now, I've seldom managed to discover books within this sub-genre of science fiction that truly resonate with me. I don't believe this is the fault of cyberpunk itself, as it indeed tackles some extremely engaging themes. Instead, I suspect I might have come across some less-than-ideal works. "Feersum Endjinn" is largely one such example, although I didn't entirely dislike it.
In this review, I won't delve into the plot. Perhaps the most enchanting aspect is to immerse oneself in the universe crafted by the author without any prior knowledge and be astounded by the marvels birthed from his imagination. I'd rather focus on the writing style and attempt to understand why I didn't fully enjoy it.
I did appreciate the choices Banks made regarding the use of narrative techniques. However, I wasn't entirely satisfied with how he implemented them. Carrying forward separate plot lines of a story and then reconnecting them is no easy feat. Regrettably, this approach fails to provide the reader with a clearly defined protagonist. Each of the main characters within the individual plot lines has the potential to be liked by the reader. But the fragmented manner in which they are presented causes the reader to lose that special connection that typically forms between them and the protagonist or another prominent character to whom they might grow attached. This issue is exacerbated by the fact that some of these characters lack depth and seem almost ephemeral. There's a constant sense of reading parallel, albeit separate, stories, almost like different books set within the same universe but not all of the same quality. This can be quite disorienting, especially at the beginning of the reading. However, things do improve as you progress, especially if, like me, you're accustomed to reading multiple stories simultaneously and can keep them all alive in your mind.
Another challenging element is the decision to tell the story of Bascule, one of the main characters, using phonetic spelling (this accounts for approximately a quarter of the entire novel). You have to mentally hear his words in order to understand them. Undoubtedly, this is a bold and highly original choice. On a practical level, though, since I enjoy reading not only for pleasure but also to enhance my language skills (whether it's Italian or any other language I read in), I found this aspect rather irritating. I'm quite sorry about that because the character of Bascule is the best-developed in the entire novel. He tells his story in the first person and does so with a great deal of irony.
Aside from these aspects, as I mentioned earlier, the way the story is told wasn't all that bad. As you read, you start to notice the connections between the various plot lines, and a sense of anticipation builds for an ending that promises significant revelations.
And this is where the main problem lies. After a series of thrilling action scenes, suddenly, you reach an ending that seems to materialize out of nowhere, without resolving anything! Unfortunately, as far as I'm concerned, a good book with a disappointing ending ceases to be truly good. What a pity.