Oct 142013
Every now and then one has to go back and read the big ones. I ploughed my way through Synners sometime in the early ’90s with no idea of what’s was going on. Synners is prescient: music style, everything-porn, botnets, and more. And it’s good. Bloody good. It isn’t an easy read – you have to keeping track of a city’s worth of characters with minimal clues as to point of view – Cadigan drops you into a world where they must sink or swim, drowns you in media res, forcing you to tease out the plot and themes from subtle clues.