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book review: river of gods

River of Gods is a science fiction book by Ian McDonald, set in 2047 India (mostly). It was pretty great. It felt like a William Gibson book, but in India. There were some expat characters, a scientist hiding out on a southern beach, an Afghani-born journalist, and a virtual worlds researcher, but the book wasn’t about magic westerners coming to save the world and the world-saving point just happened to be in India.

It used India really well, even though the country had balkanized into a bunch of mini states. One of the characters was the advisor to the nation of Bharat (where Varanasi is) and Bharat and Awadh (which is bigger than traditional Awadh and I believe included Delhi) are involved in a water war because there hadn’t been a monsoon in over 5 years and the Ganges was being dammed up in Awadh. Meanwhile the Banglas were bringing a chunk of Antarctica up into the Bay of Bengal to try restarting the monsoon.

India is a haven for artificial intelligences that have been regulated out of existence in North America, but to keep up decent relations the Ministry of Information has agents who disrupt and destroy AI systems that break India’s (laxer) rules. A chunk of the storyline follows one of these agents, a “Krishna Cop,” and this was where it felt the most cinematic with the gods guiding his EMP gun and decrypting all the virtual stuff. I loved those sequences because of their mix of traditional cyberpunk elements without a jacking in type sequence. It felt updated with all that Internet of things type stuff instead of “going into the machine to hack the hell out of it.”

And there are the nutes. There are these people who’ve forsworn gender and get their bodies (and brains) rewired out of sex drives and into something else. Something almost entirely fashion driven. They can manipulate their bodies’ response to stimuli with nodes on their arms, since they don’t have the glands and wiring for being driven by their genitals any more. They were very SF, very neat.

As you can see, there’s a lot in this book (someone also goes into space). There was one storyline I wasn’t too big a fan of, though it was useful in depicting some of the caste/class issues of Varanasi society life. But yes, in all a great SF book, even if as a regular SF reader you can tell what’s going on with one character long before the characters around her seem to figure it out. I’m now actively looking for more by McDonald.

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book review: diaspora

Dave and I briefly engaged in a dialogue a while back about the difference between those who believe in the singularity and transhumanists. While I think my distinction was lacking (since basically I see singularitarians as millenial/religious transhumanists) Greg Egan’s Diaspora is the picture of what I want transhumanism to be. See, I’m not about the superpowers so much, I’m about not worrying about these arbitrary biological restraints, which I’m sure amount to the same thing.

Diaspora is so beautiful in what it does with these decreasingly biological entities that may be our descendents though. All I really want is to be one of them. The first chapter of the book is about the creation of an orphan AI, one which goes through the stages of development until it is finally self-aware. This character, Yatima (which, incidentally goes in the file of “if I ever have children some day here are the geeky names I may fight tooth and nail for”), then deals with an apocalyptic (to biological life) event on Earth and then engages in exploration through physical and non-physical methods of the universe and the different layers within and around it, trying to make sense of life’s place. (Dave, seriously, read this book.)

By the end I was so caught up in the loneliness and wonder of everything that had happened. You know how in some books you know in the very first bit what you’re in for. This book shifts with each chapter. Timescales skew, universes change, yet some characters stick with tradition, immortal though they may be. Fuck, this thing was so good. It pains me that McNally doesn’t have copies of everything Greg Egan has ever written. I mean, I couldn’t read a regular SF book after this. Everything would have felt so four dimensional. (Seriously Dave, let me know when you’ve read this book. It’s in the library. I just returned it.)

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