May 162013

I’ve spoken of my feelings for Iain Banks. Due to his being Officially Very Poorly, I’m going through the Culture books again – in forward, not reverse order.

It would be difficult to overstate the effect of this book when it came out in 1987: Space opera was dead, cyberpunk and dark futures were all the rage; who on earth wanted to read a book about a culture rather than a lone protagonist? This book has scale, breadth, depth, love, loss, and yet, it still has something to put it all into clear and present perspective in an unimaginably large universe


Get it here (UK) or here (US)