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I read Counterweight by Djuna.
The premise of the novel was interesting. An unnamed, perhaps unreliable narrator (although nothing hinges on the narrator's reliability) finds out that the deceased head of a multinational that has built a space elevator has planted a copy of (some of) his memories into a working stiff's brain.
The slender book is why and some chasing around. Bish bash bosh. But the worldbuilding is really thin, so you have no good picture of the place the narrator is running around. Or even really why. There's some nonsense about AI but any insight is literally just put right in front of you and it amounted to "it's inevitable, yawn". The characters had no character, the action had no action and the denouement didn't make much if any sense.
It's the kind of book reviewers fawn over because they think cutting-edge Korean sf must be good because everyone says it is. But it isn't. It's supposed to be less is more. But it's just less is less. Didn't enjoy; don't recommend.
posted by Dr Zen @ 9:28 am
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