Saturday, June 14, 2014

"The Variable Man" by Philip K. Dick

            Most people who are aware of Philip K. Dick often note his deeply thought-provoking philosophical themes. Phil's philosophical themes seem to be the reason he is so well known (he is now, at least, he wasn't too well-known when he was alive). However, these themes didn't always permeate through his stories, and this was one of those stories. Some of Philip K. Dick's readers might think that a break from these themes familiar to them concerning Phil would make his other works boring (and it's not like Phil hasn't written anything that wasn't good), but this novella, "The Variable Man", is proof of quite the contrary. In fact, this is one of my favorite stories of all time.
            It's quite strange how inspiration can come out of nowhere, because I didn't expect "The Variable Man" to be as good as it is. I was simply strumming through public domain science fiction, but I would've gladly paid money to read this story. It's such a perfect whirlwind of satire and serious flair. It's written in a serious tone, but everything that happens is just so obviously ridiculous you can't help but laugh; things like the titular Variable Man being able to not only fix, but improve, literally anything he touches with the most unreal explanation as to why, or bombing a whole mountain range just to kill this one person, with rationalization for why, and he still escapes!
            That is the key, however, is each and every silly thing is rationalized to make it seem more plausible and to give character's reason for every single solitary thing, no matter how ridiculous (and I won't spoil the rationalizations, because that's all part of the brilliance and surprise). Philip K. Dick obviously had fun writing this story, as I'm sure he did writing many of his others. This isn't the only story by Philip K. Dick that's anything like this because Phil's work, even his most serious, seeps with satire underneath a thoughtful veil, but this is perhaps his greatest example of both blending in tune together. It's a genius work I can't help but recommend regardless of whether you like Phil's work (or certain portions of his work) or not, and it's absolutely, totally, legally free to read right now as we speak. Here is a link providing various formats for eBooks (there seems to be no PDF file in particular), or you can simply read it online:


Tuesday, May 27, 2014

"Johnny Mnemonic" by William Gibson

          I want to like William Gibson. I really do.
          William Gibson creates unique imagery, settings, and ideas. This is why he has gained a following (because of things like the Navy using cyborg dolphins addicted to heroin). The problem is, evidenced from everything of his I've read (and I've read more than I've talked about on the blog), he just generally sucks at storytelling, and his editors don't seem to care.
          This story has the exact same problems as Neuromancer, so I won't bother with much more detail on that. I will at least say the "lack of important detail" problem works better for a short story than a whole novel (and the novel is still far worse with that problem), but I was still irritated because this story, despite being so short, still could've been clear. He only needed to add just a few little sentences or so.
          I think I understand why William Gibson is this way. Maybe, I could be wrong. He apparently found a line in the film Escape From New York very influential (despite the film being released shortly after the publication of Johnny Mnemonic). Gibson said, "I was intrigued by the exchange in one of the opening scenes where the Warden says to Snake 'You flew the Gullfire over Leningrad, didn't you?' It turns out to be just a throwaway line, but for a moment it worked like the best SF where a casual reference can imply a lot." It seems to me this line of thinking is what created this idea that references like that make for better stories, because that's what he does so often in his work. And it doesn't really work that way, particularly if that reference itself makes no sense. Even if it does, that can't be your sole point in characterization, world building, and especially plot building. He is certainly right about that line, and you can do things like that, but you should be selective in order for that to really be effective.
          In any case, here's the ultimate point of advice I'd like to make about this, particularly for writers like him or aspire to be like him. I don't care how interesting your ideas are. You need to have a basic ability to relate to your reader, and that's a basic principle of writing much of anything, even if your story is difficult to read otherwise. If you fail that, you could have the greatest story in the world and it wouldn't matter because your writing is so bad it distracts from the amazing things you hope to show us. This isn't hard at all. It's actually one of the easiest things you can possibly do, so to fail this one basic principle, at least time and time again, is mind-boggling. In particular, how an otherwise obviously competent writer in William Gibson can still do this and can prove he can do better as "Burning Chrome" has shown, and still have a large following and apparently write a novel that's considered an all-time classic is beyond me.
          Regardless, the story itself wasn't any good even if it was clear, so the only thing going for it is the unique descriptions held within. It's just a ridiculous, crass, formulaic little romp in rundown downtown Cyberville. There's really not much more to say than that, it's just bad. I recommend avoiding this, and at this point suggest avoiding William Gibson's early work in general. Don't feel bad about doing so, there's plenty of other great stuff out there, and I'll even make it a point to discuss something good in my next post, whatever that may be. Rest assured, I'm at least done torturing poor Mr. Gibson.

          Additional super fun fact: This short story is wildly different from the film adaptation. I haven't seen the film, so I'll reserve judgment on that. I'm sure I can say, though, that if you didn't like the film, then I doubt you'll like this story at all. You'll gain very little out of it.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

"Earth Station Charlie" by Billy Crystal

            Yes, you are reading the author's name correctly. That is the very same man who has starred in the film When Harry Met Sally, voiced Mike Wazowski in Monsters, Inc., and hosted the Oscars umpteen times. That very same man has published science fiction, and to my knowledge, it is his only science fiction piece ever published (for reference, it was published in a 1986 issue of Playboy). After seeing his name next to the title, my curiosity led me to reading the story right away.
            I was truly shocked by the quality of the story. I was honestly expecting it to be mediocre or maybe decent at best, but it's truly quite a little gem. I won't say the story is perfect, but it attained the goal it seemed to be reaching for with flying colors, and with that I must say it's a shame Billy Crystal has not jumped back into the foray of science fiction (as an author anyway).
            But when I do say it's not perfect, it's mainly for something I won't spoil, which is the ending; despite still being a great symbolic fit, it probably still could've been changed for the better. The other complaint I would usually have is that there sure are quite a few cultural references slewed throughout the story, but frankly, considering it's a story about a man who does nothing other than watch television (and there's more to the story than that, which would otherwise make it just a realistic fiction story), it makes perfect sense. I generally suggest to people staying away from cultural references, but here, that tactic works out fine.
            With this review, I mainly intended to bring to light this story. I did not intend to write any sort of lengthy review, but more to suggest something that seems to have slipped under the radar that doesn't deserve to. If you want to find it, the best place to do so is in The Playboy Book of Science Fiction, which holds at least a couple of other gems as well (and some flops to be sure), but I wanted to highlight this one because it's kind of the odd man out and should be looked into.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

"The Marching Morons" by C.M Kornbluth

            C.M. Kornbluth was a strange man. He taught himself by reading through a whole encyclopedia and based ideas in his stories on entries in the encyclopedia, forced a habit of drinking black coffee on himself because he believed professional authors were supposed to do so, and, what may have possibly led to his young-age death (by heart attack), never brushing his teeth (his teeth were reportedly green, and he talked with his hand over his mouth because of this). He has more eccentricities, but considering he has strange habits, it serves that his stories can be strange as well, sometimes written with fellow Futurian Frederik Pohl. They are often effective pieces nonetheless.
            "The Marching Morons", which takes its name from the "Marching Chinamen" paradox (which the story even describes) is indeed an effective piece, but certainly not his best. It's one of his most popular, along with "The Little Black Bag" (which takes place in the same universe as "The Marching Morons"), and is now often compared to the Mike Judge film Idiocracy. The plot of "The Marching Morons" and Idiocracy is essentially the same, that of a man from the past put into a state of suspended animation and woken up in a future full of imbeciles, but the overall story is dealt with differently in both.
            In Kornbluth's story, the man who wakes up in the future is taken by a small group of surviving intellectuals, who are working together to keep society held together, to plot a desperately needed change in the world. Why they need the man from the past, John Barlow, to do that, I don't know (or remember, if the story mentioned why), but hey, let's go with it because we need that for symbolic reasons, right? He does, after all, represent Nazi ideology. Should be obvious why Kornbluth decided to utilize Nazi references, but it's still a bit strange that Barlow would go that route. It's just plain odd for a protagonist to become a dirty rotten bastard pretty much right after being resurrected, and this is even after being afraid of totalitarian society himself. Maybe that's the point, that Barlow is truly a moron as well..
            Regardless, that's the problem with the story is that nobody, whether it be Barlow or the intellectuals, decided to do what essentially happened in Idiocracy: educate. I know that would've been difficult for the small amount of intellectuals compared to the large amount of idiots, but the more idiots you educate, the less idiots there will probably be. I understand why Kornbluth wrote what he wrote, but he exchanges believability for symbolism (including criticism of the welfare system) and trying to prove some kind of point. That idea works for stories like "How Beautiful With Banners" by James Blish, because that's just a short character portrait and not intended to be a full story; it's like observing a painting in print form. With "The Marching Morons". . . it's just beyond ridiculous.
            This is not to say Idiocracy wasn't ridiculous, either, but that was a straight-up comedy and even took a proper route with the idea. "The Marching Morons" is just frightening, and not really in a good way. I still recommend reading it, because it is quite unique and presents interesting perspective, but this is another rare time in which I'll say, if you must pick between one or the other, stick to the film.
            But hey, unlike some of the other stories I've reviewed negatively (and this isn't that bad, really), I will actually recommend reading more of C.M. Kormbluth's work.
            For instance, I will recommend the aforementioned "The Little Black Bag", because it's an interesting psychological story involving  a doctor down on his luck who finds new life after discovering a black bag from the same future in which "The Marching Morons" takes place and starts using it to heal people again. The story does take a strange turn again, but that one at least makes sense and is still believable at the same time. And there is an interesting little factoid about the two stories besides the fact that they share the same universal storyline. "The Marching Morons" is a story about something arriving to the future from the past, and "The Little Black Bag" is about something arriving to the past from the future. Just a nice little connection there.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

"Burning Chrome" by William Gibson

            In what I'm sure will become an infamous review of mine, my review of Neuromancer was scathing of not only the novel, but of William Gibson as well. I figured his style was great, but I couldn't understand what was going on, as if the narrator he utilized in his story was a drunk telling some randomly garbled story. I figured, after seeing I had a couple of short stories of his, “You know what, his style might better suit him for the short form.”
            Boy was I dead on with that prediction.
            As much as I trashed Gibson before, I must admit, the short story seems to truly be his forte. It is in this form that he can sometimes confuse readers and introduce odd concepts and not be entirely straightforward and still manage to be coherent and perfectly enthralling. I will admit one flaw that Neuromancer had as well, which was sheer predictability, but I'd otherwise recommend “Burning Chrome”, set in the same universe, far more. Every single problem I had with Neuromancer was not a problem at all here.
            For starters, similar terms are used here within this story, and one, ice, is even described to some degree, enough for most to understand, and much like Neuromancer, its creative in its descriptions of surroundings (this case being better, obviously). Beyond that, there is no real break up in the scenes that would entail missing anything important. That was the biggest problem Neuromancer had, and it seems to be thanks in part to a greater-utilized narrator, one who seems sobered, intelligent, and ultimately human. In fact, all of the characters were people I could care about, even the people who are kind of jerks. The narrator actually cares about and describes in great fashion the other characters and how he feels about them. That is exactly the kind of person I want to read about, and I didn't get that in Neuromancer.
            Which brings me to my most pressing question: What happened to you, Gibson? What changed in you from the time you wrote this excellent short story to writing Neuromancer? It was, after all, a short couple of years. Were you stressed by time constraints? Was the novel truly unfinished? Seems like it was, despite the excellent writing otherwise. Or did you really think the story was great as it was? If not, did the editor think otherwise? Somehow, that seems to be the case with the general audience, who seem to be overlooking this wonderful gem for that. That, to me, is a shame.
            For everyone else who dislikes Neuromancer like I do (as if I haven't said it enough), I still strongly recommend “Burning Chrome” to you. I seriously doubt you'll be disappointed with this one.

            Additional Super Fun Fact: Chromium is a chemical element which has a high rate of corrosion resistance and is quite hard. Keep this in mind while reading the story.

"How Beautiful With Banners" by James Blish

            When it comes to James Blish, he seems to be an excellent writer, if sometimes difficult to understand at times. I had only read “Surface Tension” before reading this story, and I loved it, and saw why it was voted by the Science Fiction Writers of America as one of the greatest short stories written before the founding of the Nebula awards. Because I, too, loved “Surface Tension”, I wanted to read more of his stories, and managed to find this little short piece.
            I honestly wasn't enthralled with this story as much as “Surface Tension”, which was disappointing. This story makes the same mistake that Neuromancer makes: style over substance. Makes me wonder if “Surface Tension” was just a fluke.
            However, I will not completely deride this story. Frankly, it's quite short. Had it been novel-length, and been like it was the whole way through, I wouldn't have finished it. Being less than twenty pages makes the story more bearable. Because of this, it can be considered a practice piece. Seems to me, because of the concentration on style, James Blish was showing off his skills, and I will admit, despite the story not really existing much here, his skill in creative writing and symbolism is truly admirable, if at times ridiculous as well.
            It is an interesting little puzzle to configure to be sure, but Blish I guess couldn't help but put in a bit of strangeness, particularly involving the cloak described within. Hello surrealism, thy name is science fiction. If, however, all of the strangeness is pieced together, you essentially get a moving characterization in the form of an emotionally torn woman trapped in her own personal bubble.
            If I said much more, I would be revealing too much for those who want to dig their grubby little fingers into the confection and seek to unravel the mystery (likely with their own interpretation) for themselves. For this story, I cannot do that. You will simply have to read it, and for a good example of purely symbolic literature, I recommend you do, especially if you'd like to practice your analytical skills. If you expect anything other than that, you will likely hate this story, so if you want to read something purely for entertainment value, stay away from this one. If you want to seek out what is pretty much mindless science fiction, look to some of the pulps or A. E. van Vogt or something like that.

"Piecework" by David Brin

            I have, unfortunately, not read much of David Brin. I have, however, read the first chapter of The Postman, and I was absolutely enthralled by the story. I would love to purchase the book and read it further, and maybe more of Brin's work, because, though I haven't read much yet, I can already tell he's a writer well worth delving into. After reading the first chapter of The Postman, though, I wanted to see if I happened to have any sort of short fiction of his (I knew I didn't have any novels). I happened to find one story, “Piecework”.
            I will admit, I have only finished it once, and it wasn't terribly long ago. I still don't understand certain intricacies, like why exactly the profession the title refers to, that of using women as surrogates for various products, is called piecework in the first place. I don't know if it's a simple usage, such as simply implying women are producing pieces of various technology and such, or a symbolic usage, such as the double entendre potentially implied with the title (piecework/peacework), but something like doesn't seem to be entirely necessary for understanding the whole story and its implications.
            The implications, on the other hand, I do understand. For the most part, anyway. The society featured within the story seems to be reliant on pure emotional and pleasurable instinct, taking the philosophy of hedonism to its peak, even to the point where some will attempt to stop those who seek to break the mold. Because of this, society is saturated by basic primal instincts, such as sex and hunger, and various pleasurable influences, including drugs and television. In fact, the television shows described in particular are soap operas, which are shows which tend to represent what society in general goes through, and they usually rely on the primal urges of humankind to increase the drama represented. This further shows how addicted to constant pleasure the people are, so much so that they seem to need it on a persistent basis, always seeming to need some kind of fix lest they break down.
            It's even how they live, hence is how the profession the title represents grants people the ability to continue to survive. At least, that's the case most of the time. Products seem to be transferred through impregnation, but another option that is available is through simple implantation of eggs without intercourse (at least, that's how I'm understanding it, I could be wrong; if so, I'll take another look at a later time). The main character, Ia, goes the latter route within the story, which helps characterizes her. She is the intellectual type on the path to success, not reliant on her emotions to get by in life, and therefore seems to be an overall more mature character than her counterparts. This is further confirmed by the quite positive ending of the story, which is perfectly fitting for this story, and I don't think could've ended any other way, because the ending shows exactly why the society featured in the story shuns climbing the ladder.
            Brilliantly done, Mr. Brin. If I could stand up and applaud in front of you, I would. Interesting and exquisitely written, the story itself was a pleasure to read. I eagerly look forward to reading more works of yours.

            Additional super fun fact: This story totally has no religious symbolism in it. There is no way Ia has anything to do with the Virgin Mary and the whole criticism of hedonism has no ties to any religious ideology whatsoever, particularly Christianity.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi

            In my search for science fiction, I have mainly looked toward the past, and I think the most recently published novel I read (in full, at least) was Snow Crash, and much of anything else I've bought released afterward haven't been too recent, either. I figured, after realizing that, I should brush up a bit on some of the most recent books and authors, and have discovered, among others, Cory Doctorow (who is my favorite of the recent authors I've discovered), Peter F. Hamilton, Alastair Reynolds, Robert J. Sawyer, and Paolo Bacigalupi. The reason I discovered the latter man is because of this novel, The Windup Girl, which seems to be the new sensation within science fiction circles. It has even won both the Hugo and Nebula awards, which actually doesn't happen often. That's not always a good sign, however, especially considering Neuromancer won both awards (and then some) and wasn't good. Speaking of which, Lev Grossman compared this novel's impact to the kind Neuromancer had, which is quite a bold claim. Regardless, I figured, out of all of the recent science fiction releases I discovered, I'd check this one out first.
            And I once again realized why I shouldn't care much about popular opinion. Argumentum ad populum, after all.
            I'm not surprised this novel wasn't good, but I didn't think it would be mind-numbingly bad, either. Lev Grossman was right about this novel having the same impact as Neuromancer, but to me, it's for the exact opposite reasons he's thinking, because The Windup Girl is the worst novel I have bothered to finish since Neuromancer. That is, however, for different reasons, but the reasons lead up to the same ultimatum.
            The biggest mistake Bacigalupi makes in this novel is the sheer repetition. I don't mind a bit of repetition in a story, since sometimes a reminder can help in case I've forgotten something, but I absolutely do not like to be treated like an imbecile. This isn't the same problem I discussed about Snow Crash. At least in Snow Crash, when you are given more detail than you care for, you're still learning something. Bacigalupi will often paint what are essentially the same simple phrases or questions in different coating several times in a row, which just needlessly pads out the story and acts as if he's taunting you by saying beneath the context, “If you didn't get it the first time, here I go hammering it in again.”
            At the same time, sometimes he can confuse the reader. The problem doesn't lie in leaving out details, of course, but rather lies in his style. Often, throughout the novel, Bacigalupi inserts Thai and Chinese lingo. This makes sense at first, because it helps establish the atmosphere, but as the book drags on, I noticed he just did it at random times, and plenty of sentences just seemed awkward with the Thai or Chinese words inserted. This isn't like A Canticle for Leibowitz, which featured whole phrases written in Latin throughout, because that actually made sense. In this instance, it's incredibly annoying, and I've even read reviews of people who can speak and read both languages who find this annoying as well. It wasn't necessary after a short while because it no longer added anything to the story.
            So, after realizing these big problems, I came to the conclusion that indeed Paolo Bacigalupi commits essentially the same problem as William Gibson despite the differences in their respective problems. The problem? Pretentiousness. In fact, I'd be willing to argue that The Windup Girl is even more pretentious.
            But wait, there's more! I even have a complaint about the ideas represented. Not all of them are bad, but it’s mostly speculation on ideas much of the public already talks about, or ideas that’ve already been beaten to death throughout science fiction (female sexbots being the bad one here). Either way, Bacigalupi still made mistakes, and I don’t just mean in the science. It seems to me he’s incorporating, despite our current rate of technological advancement, old, sometimes even ancient methods of building technology. It’s reminiscent of steampunk, an offshoot of cyberpunk, which isn’t a bad genre in itself. However, in attempting to create a believable futuristic society, that’s a subgenre you should be avoiding.
            And here's a particularly stupid idea he featured in the novel: using Labrador DNA on women to make them more subservient. Talk about the least subtle symbolism ever. How does that even work? Frankly, I'm sure it doesn't. Considering people tend to have variability in their personalities, especially when different situations arise, I doubt that kind of thing, whether it's this particular instance or not, would make much of a difference other than basic biological and maybe physiological changes. Dictating overall behavior and personality without possibility for deviation? Please, that's just silly.
            So even the ideas aren't great. That's actually one leg Neuromancer has up on this novel. Yes, I am saying I recommend Neuromancer over The Windup Girl, and I even recommended staying away from Neuromancer. Granted, I would still recommend The Windup Girl over Ender's Game, but that's like saying I'd recommend eating spam, or grilled chicken, or some other disgusting food, over soylent green; either way you're getting screwed over. And considering Bacigalupi has won several awards for this novel, I don't expect him to change his style, but if he does, he's smarter than I thought, and maybe worth another chance, which is more than I can say for Orson Scott Card.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Foundation by Isaac Asimov

            Foundation, along with “Nightfall” and I, Robot, is considered to be one of Isaac Asimov's best works. This book, along with its two proceeding novels, are actually a collection of short stories, novelettes, and novellas, which are all different in plot, but take place in the same fictional setting . Although Foundation gained no awards at the time of initial publishing, the series later won an honorary Hugo award for “Best All-Time Series”. Considering the heaps of praise, and considering I hadn't read much Asimov yet, I decided, of course, that I should gleefully jump right in. I actually happened to finish it today, so these are initial impressions.
            This novel, much like many others, has flaws. The first problem it has is characterization. It's not completely devoid of such a concept, but a lot of the characters are the same, intellectual, questioning, logical types, even the barbaric, brutish people. I was particularly disappointed with Asimov's handling of Gaal Dornick, who seemed like quite an interesting character I wanted to learn more about, but unfortunately didn't. On the other hand, I did love how Asimov utilized the character of Lord Dorwin. Instead of making him another analytical type, he made him out to be a silly, nonchalant symbol of the declining state of galactic society, and he was a pure joy to read. It's a shame he was featured for a short period.
            As much as I did like the intellectual state of most of the characters, Asimov decided to make about ninety-some percent of the book dialogue, with explanations about whatever situation was at hand and how it could and would be fixed. Even when he didn't feature any of the characters spewing dialogue, he did give at least some necessary detail, but having a little more would've been nice. The first part, “The Psychohistorians,” did fine on that end, but the rest of the book was aching for more. However, I will admit that sometimes the book would've suffered without that kind of explanation-hammering, even if plenty of them ultimately did amount to back and forth Q & A style sessions.
            And as a side note, two other minor problems I had were the adverb use (which wasn't at a Stephanie Meyer level of legendary terribleness, but still was a tad annoying) and the instance of sexism later on in the book involving the woman's role in the kitchen. This is only somewhat forgivable because this was written back in the nineteen fifties when that was common, but like anywhere else, it sticks out like a sore thumb and awkwardly pulls me out of the story.
            But please, don't think I hate Foundation. In fact, I love it. I can't help but praise this novel despite its flaws. It's a heaping bundle of thought-provoking, well-planned goodness wrapped in a tight little ball. I thoroughly enjoyed reading just about every single page of this book. It's the kind of story I don't see much of anymore; the type of story that doesn't rely on violence to solve its problems. With his wonderfully wrought ingenuity, Isaac Asimov manages to weave a clever pacifistic web around each and every situation he handles, all while keeping in mind the quote featured within by Salvor Hardin, “Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.” The essential ideas represented are more important in this case than the flaws listed above, hence is why I ultimately praise Foundation.
            That way of thinking is what I yearn to see among the entire action-oriented, Hollywood blockbuster style hugger bugger. Sad to see intellectual and more peaceful wonders such as this often chucked to the wayside for basic, less grand, non-thought-provoking sequences. Keeping Salvor Hardin's quote in mind about incompetence, that could very well put into perspective the rut of thinking (or lack thereof) our society is currently in. Further putting into perspective Salvor Hardin's quote and how it relates to our society, this novel also happens to reflect similarities to the fall of Rome and the proceeding Middle Ages, which I'm sure was intentional.
            This novel could very well have been a well-timed message by Asimov, warning people about the dangers of the path we already seem to be leading toward, which wouldn't be surprising considering he's a secular scientist. For that ever so important message, I place Foundation among my highest of recommendations, and I will look forward to not only reading more Isaac Asimov, but possibly more from this series as well.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Snow Crash by Neil Stephenson

            Much like Neuromancer, Snow Crash has been praised as one of the greatest works of the cyberpunk genre. Much like Neuromancer, it has made Time's list of the one hundred greatest novels released since 1922. Then again, Neuromancer wasn't very good, but I figured I'd give this a shot anyway. Thankfully, Snow Crash turned out to be a lot better than Neuromancer.
            That doesn't mean Snow Crash doesn't have flaws.
            For instance, the characterizations. Hiro Protagonist is seen in this novel as excelling in pretty much everything he does, possibly except for the pizza delivery scene early on. I wouldn't doubt if that's the whole point of his character, considering his name and all, is supposed to be a parody-style character who can overcome anything, but I still felt that was tiring to read about and made the novel predictable. Seems to me, all characters considered, even if they were fleshed out some, they were overshadowed by the stylings and rigamarole about the strange society Stephenson erected. At least Hiro didn't go the Ender Wiggins route, but there was still an overly machismo characteristic going on that made the novel a little less fun to read, maybe unless you turn off your brain.
            Unfortunately, considering a big chunk of the novel involved learning about, among other things, Sumerian mythology, turning my brain off wasn't much of an option. I will admit that much: the novel isn't overly action packed. It has a good overall mix of action and intelligence throughout, but I can't help but feel that the interjections between the two were kind of odd at times. Sometimes I'd just want to keep thinking and learn more and an action scene would jump right in and screw with my perception, which would make me want to stop for a short while or skip a bit (if I knew I could) and then come back.
            And then there's the other side of the coin to the whole criticism I had with Neuromancer: the fact that a lot of what you need to know, at least in literary study, is explained. I'm sure some of you don't consider it a big deal, but I sometimes like to see for myself how something in real life or mythology or what have you can relate to the story at hand, at least when applicable. As much as I think detail is needed for proper understanding, I don't necessarily care to have everything spoon-fed to me. Maybe Stephenson did this because he had a particular audience in mind that wasn’t like me, the kind of audience that needs everything explained outright. Anyway, comparing the two major works of cyberpunk, they both seem to be in extremes when it comes to clarity; Neuromancer has far too little, Snow Crash has far too much. I'd still rather have the latter, though, because that at least saves me a time and energy.
            There's something else in particular I didn't like, but that would be something I'd rather not spoil. It's not the ending, but I still would rather not state it here. If you absolutely must know for some odd reason, ask me through email, because I will not relay what it is in the comments section, either. Once I explain it to you, if I happen to, you might understand why.
            Other than that, it's a pretty good read. Doesn't even take terribly long to finish despite being over four hundred (fairly close to five hundred) pages. It's quite funny (especially the discussion about Sumerian myth), and the society Neil Stephenson molded is quite interesting to read about, uniquely dystopian in its implications with black humor weaved into descriptions about the surroundings. It also mixes a bit of a fantastical element into the story (Sumerian myth), but it works out alright and is, in some spots, kind of clever, so no qualms about that here. It's not the best book out there, not even as good as plenty of people say it is, but it is worth checking out, especially if you want a good cyberpunk novel, so I do recommend it. At the same time, don’t feel real bad about missing out on it.

            Additional super fun fact: Snow Crash was initially supposed to be a graphic novel with computer generated images. Would've been cool to see its fruition, since I can imagine that was the better medium for this story, but this novel works out okay anyway.

            Another additional super fun fact: Snow Crash did not win any awards. It was nominated for the British Science Fiction Award and Arthur C. Clarke Award, but won neither. Compare that to Neuromancer, which won a plethora of them.