Korogodski, Leonid -- Pink Noise
This is the most gorgeous physical construct of a book I have bought
in years. It is not a very good novel. It's got brain-hacking and
dogfighting in the skies of Mars, but it all turns out to be the
depressing kind of brain-hacking and dogfighting. Also the kind of
prose that wishes it were pyrokinetic New Wave writing, but that
doesn't support a novel all by itself.
It is also the sort of book that has a glossary and a postscript
about the author's hobbyhorse physical model of the universe, although
to be fair, that isn't a flaw in the novel itself.
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