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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