
In this cyberpunk future, humans have
developed a piece of technology called a “stack”, where their consciousness now
resides. These devices, near the base of the back neck, continuously updates,
recording everything a person experiences. Bodies have now become “sleeves”
which allows people to swap out aging or dying forms for a new one, just insert
your consciousness so you can potentially live forever. Well, if you’re rich.
So yes, as it seems typical in most science fiction novels, only the super rich
can do this.
Anyways, “onetime U.N. Envoy Takeshi
Kovacs has been killed before, but his last death was particularly painful.
Resleeved into a body in Bay City (formerly San Francisco), Kovacs is thrown
into the dark heart of a shady, far-reaching conspiracy that is vicious even by
the standards of a society that treats existence as something that can be
bought and sold. For Kovacs, the shell that blew a hole in his chest was only
the beginning.”
For the most part, I found the concepts
interesting, but on the whole, the book was disturbing. As I said, this novel clearly owes a debt to Dick and his classic
novel that became Blade Runner (and the author does sort of acknowledge this by having Kovacs' consciousness stored off off Earth on Harlan's World) but I was troubled by the ultra-violence and cruelty,
and the hatefulness of the world created by the author. It kept me distant, I
guess, as I found it impossible to get emotionally invested Kovacs, or really
care about the story as it unwound (though Ortega proves the most human). Clearly, I would not survive in a world such as this.
Maybe this is why I’ve always found fantasy
novels more interesting (even as I’ve grown weary of the genre) because it was
clear who was good or who was bad. In Altered Carbon, the villains are not
really evil per se -they’re just doing appalling things in pursuant of their
goals so even as they meet their terrible end, I found no satisfaction with it. And the acceptance of easy violence, the cheapness in which life is
taken (in the goriest of ways) has bothered me more over the years than it ever
has. Growing older, seeing the winds of time take things I love and like away,
this book revealed to me that maybe this of subgenre of science fiction is not
for me.
I guess space operas are what I like.
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