Matter
sdedeo writes "Less known than he deserves to be among American science fiction readers is Iain M. Banks. In his native United Kingdom, Banks' work is released in hardcover at the front of bookshops; here, those seeking his science fiction work, at least, must dig down into the trade paperbacks — and often find things out of print. Those who do discover him in the States are usually pleasantly surprised to find the writing far more clever and engagingly written than the low-budget production values imply. With Orbit's release of his latest work, Matter, as well as its planned re-release of some of his earlier classics, things look to change." Read below for the rest of Simon's review.
Matter
author
Iain M. Banks
pages
593
publisher
Orbit
rating
8
reviewer
Simon DeDeo
ISBN
0316005363
summary
Iain M. Banks latest space opera
Banks is one of the leading authors of what might be called the Space Opera Renaissance. While the 1980s saw the creation of the cyberpunk genre, and the 1990s were for many the great era of "Hard SF" — science-centered masterworks such as Kim Stanley Robinson's Martian trilogy and Gregory Benford's Timescape — the 21st century seems to perhaps be an era impatient for the sometimes comical, sometimes tragic galaxy-wide sweep of writers such as John Meaney and Peter Hamilton.
The space opera is not a science-driven work. Unlike the harder stuff, quantum mechanics rarely makes more than a parenthetical and deus ex machina appearance, and relativity's time-bending constraints do not apply. Unlike the cyberpunk genre, epitomized by Neal Stephenson, it is rarely "idea driven"; McGuffins remain solidly unexplained, and society drives technology, not the other way around.
If the hero of Hard SF is a scientist, and the hero of cyberpunk is the wildcat entrepreneur, the hero of the Space Opera would be quite familiar to readers of myth and legend — the Quixotian wanderer, the deposed prince, the second son. Indeed, to the less sympathetic, the space opera can seem closer to the fantasy genre, following the usual dictum that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Which brings us to the particular flavor of opera in Matter. Over the course of nearly a dozen novels, Banks has tuned and fine-tuned his own version of the Milky Way, one crowded by a huge number of species of wildly differing technologies and abilities. In a largish corner is the Culture, a kind of humanoid amalgam of different species whose point-of-view forms the center of Banks' vision.
This far in the future, technology renders scarcity obsolete, leaving the Culture free to practice a kind of anarchistic benevolence towards less developed species. Emphasis on the anarchistic: this is no Star Trek chain-of-command, but a strange, sometimes disturbing group characterized by a near-fanatical individualism and occasional pangs of guilt. Some of Banks' most charming stories are about various offshoots of the Culture, including the strange choices made by the many sentient AIs.
Banks' prose is free-flowing and liberally dosed with a kind of cynical, post-colonial British humanism; as the Culture meddles and blunders Banks' narrators look on with a sad half-smile. The British charm appears also in his characterization of the artificially intelligent machines, who often play Jeeves to more fallible, biological, Bertie Woosters.
Meanwhile, death and suffering accumulates liberally as the usual plot drivers — competing species at the Culture's level of development, or far less advanced places that hack away with swords, guns and terribly retro fission devices, observed by grains of spy-dust that entertain or horrify the more advanced.
The wide scope of Banks' world gives him plenty of space to play out, in miniature, a number of different genre conventions. Steampunk makes something of an appearance in Matter as the central story putters along with steam engines — beneath an artificial sky created eons ago by a vastly superior race that has long-disappeared.
Matter is perhaps not Banks' best — earlier novels such as Excession or Look to Windward might be a better place for newcomers to Banks. In Matter, things drag from time to time and perhaps fifty of the five hundred pages could be cut without pain. One wishes occasionally for a North-by-Northwest cut past some of the plot development that feels a bit dutiful near the end.
But the sparkle of Banks is largely undimmed, both in the grand sweeps of plot and the dozen-page grace-notes that for a less-talented writer would be the germ of a novella. Neglected since the era of E. E. "Doc" Smith, the space opera is back. And Banks has been there all the time.
Although currently 30,000 feet over the Atlantic, Simon DeDeo is usually at home in Chicago, Illinois, where he works as an astrophysicist at the University of Chicago and moonlights as a literary critic. He last wrote for slashdot on the politics of blogging.
You can purchase Matter from amazon.com. Slashdot welcomes readers' book reviews -- to see your own review here, read the book review guidelines, then visit the submission page.
The space opera is not a science-driven work. Unlike the harder stuff, quantum mechanics rarely makes more than a parenthetical and deus ex machina appearance, and relativity's time-bending constraints do not apply. Unlike the cyberpunk genre, epitomized by Neal Stephenson, it is rarely "idea driven"; McGuffins remain solidly unexplained, and society drives technology, not the other way around.
If the hero of Hard SF is a scientist, and the hero of cyberpunk is the wildcat entrepreneur, the hero of the Space Opera would be quite familiar to readers of myth and legend — the Quixotian wanderer, the deposed prince, the second son. Indeed, to the less sympathetic, the space opera can seem closer to the fantasy genre, following the usual dictum that sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Which brings us to the particular flavor of opera in Matter. Over the course of nearly a dozen novels, Banks has tuned and fine-tuned his own version of the Milky Way, one crowded by a huge number of species of wildly differing technologies and abilities. In a largish corner is the Culture, a kind of humanoid amalgam of different species whose point-of-view forms the center of Banks' vision.
This far in the future, technology renders scarcity obsolete, leaving the Culture free to practice a kind of anarchistic benevolence towards less developed species. Emphasis on the anarchistic: this is no Star Trek chain-of-command, but a strange, sometimes disturbing group characterized by a near-fanatical individualism and occasional pangs of guilt. Some of Banks' most charming stories are about various offshoots of the Culture, including the strange choices made by the many sentient AIs.
Banks' prose is free-flowing and liberally dosed with a kind of cynical, post-colonial British humanism; as the Culture meddles and blunders Banks' narrators look on with a sad half-smile. The British charm appears also in his characterization of the artificially intelligent machines, who often play Jeeves to more fallible, biological, Bertie Woosters.
Meanwhile, death and suffering accumulates liberally as the usual plot drivers — competing species at the Culture's level of development, or far less advanced places that hack away with swords, guns and terribly retro fission devices, observed by grains of spy-dust that entertain or horrify the more advanced.
The wide scope of Banks' world gives him plenty of space to play out, in miniature, a number of different genre conventions. Steampunk makes something of an appearance in Matter as the central story putters along with steam engines — beneath an artificial sky created eons ago by a vastly superior race that has long-disappeared.
Matter is perhaps not Banks' best — earlier novels such as Excession or Look to Windward might be a better place for newcomers to Banks. In Matter, things drag from time to time and perhaps fifty of the five hundred pages could be cut without pain. One wishes occasionally for a North-by-Northwest cut past some of the plot development that feels a bit dutiful near the end.
But the sparkle of Banks is largely undimmed, both in the grand sweeps of plot and the dozen-page grace-notes that for a less-talented writer would be the germ of a novella. Neglected since the era of E. E. "Doc" Smith, the space opera is back. And Banks has been there all the time.
Although currently 30,000 feet over the Atlantic, Simon DeDeo is usually at home in Chicago, Illinois, where he works as an astrophysicist at the University of Chicago and moonlights as a literary critic. He last wrote for slashdot on the politics of blogging.
You can purchase Matter from amazon.com. Slashdot welcomes readers' book reviews -- to see your own review here, read the book review guidelines, then visit the submission page.
I'd have to completely disagree with the claim that these two are the best Culture novels to start with. I've read Look to Windward 3 times and I still can't work out why they go to the airsphere, and Excession all too often bears the signs of the sad sight of a grown man left to masturbate in his own literary devices.
If you haven't read a Culture book before, do yourself a favour and grab a copy of the The Player of Games, Matter (which is probably the most straightforward novel he's done) or Consider Phlebas.
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I have read two of the culture books, The player of games, and Consider Phlebas. Both were impressive and I would like to get caught up with the rest (two more bought but on the long term reading list). His work is very enjoyable to read, and paints pictures that are more than escapist SF. There is a lot of nuance in the political structure and its implications.
I am glad that he is still writing on the series, the review for Matter suggests an enjoyable read.
Hamilton I dig. Gonna have to check this out. Sounds like there may be some decent similarities in content if not style.
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I have to admit that I've only read one Iain M. Banks novel (Look to Windward, because for some reason my local library has a copy), but I've had Consider Phlebas and Player of Games on order with Amazon waiting for their US (re)issues for the past few months. However, I've read nearly every Iain Banks novel and have absolutely loved almost every word he's written. Actually, I'll be finishing up The Wasp Factory in the next day or so. If you aren't familiar with him, I strongly suggest you pick up something right away (most of his fiction is fairly readily available in the States; his scifi is a bit harder to come by until those reissues come out over the next few months). Absolutely amazing author.
This guy's the limit!
I have to completely agree. Especially excession and eg. player of games, use of weapons are much better books.
This book just seemed long winded and boring in places, and the ending was a bit sudden and boring as well.
I mean come on, I didn't buy a Banks book to read about some feudal kingdoms fighting.
And all the characters are a bit annoying as well, and the fun drone/ship stuff is quite absent.
I needed something to read to keep me out of trouble in Vegas next week.
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This is broad description of Banks's Culture novels, not a review of Matter. There not even any hint that the reviewer has read Matter, anyone familiar with the previous novels could have written this.
Iain Banks has himself said in interviews that the Culture is a form of futuristic Communism, not "anarchism" or anything resembling an American version of individualistic libertarianism. The Culture is a post-scarcity civilization, but its actions are (all too often) not benevolent -- when other cultures don't agree to its influence (and rebel or go to war), it simply overwhelms them or destroys them. (The irony of this outright fascistic/imperialistic behavior is NOT lost on Banks, BTW.)
Regardless, Banks has said that he'd love to live in the Culture environment. As for me... I'd find myself on the side of the rebels.
"The Wasp Factory" is very close to the most messed-up, disturbing book I've ever read. I personally think it's his best work.
However, if you can find it, "Raw Spirit" is a non-fiction book about him touring Scotch factories and talking about how Scotch is made and why it taste like bog and how, despite that, people keep buying every bit the little distilleries can produce. It's a good book.
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...or you really don't realize that Iain M. Banks, the science fiction author, and Iain Banks, the "literary" fiction author, are one and the same. I'm posting this for the benefit of those who are really confused.
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Less known than he deserves to be among American science fiction readers is Iain M. Banks
What are you talking about? Banks is extremely prominent in US science fiction circles. Or is this that typical slashdot thing where you can't have a book review without the reviewer trying to spin it so he looks ahead of the curve?
In his native United Kingdom, Banks' work is released in hardcover at the front of bookshops; here, those seeking his science fiction work, at least, must dig down into the trade paperbacks -- and often find things out of print.
"Dig down" into the trade paperbacks? In the US trade paperbacks have apparently become the most prominent format, which I certainly don't mind. They're more portable than a hardcover and have better typeface and printing than a paperback, and last longer too. Banks' works are on the science fiction shelves, generally. Under "B." No digging required.
And he has plenty of books in print, far more than most SF authors. And some of those are in hardcover as well.
that Iain M. Banks is one of the most underrated Sci-Fi authors out there. He does "large scale" on an unprecedented... err.. scale. From the description of worlds, to the intelligence of the minds, to the battles they fight across the galaxy.
His descriptions of Lazy Guns is one of the funniest things I've ever read (Use of Weapons or Against a Dark Backround, I can't remember now).
But his contemporary Iain "no M" Banks stuff is not nearly as good (not bad though). What is it about Sci-Fi that lets otherwise average authors become great? Is is the chance to suspend disbelief?
Or am I just biased towards Sci-Fi?
What I really want to know is how is Simon DeDeo hovering at 30,000ft? Otherwise, this was one of the dumbest book reviews...I think ever posted to Slashdot. But then again who has time to read books...when we are about to win the war against Islamic Extremists ;-)
I've read all of Banks' Culture novels and still find the novella The State of the Art to be the most enjoyable; a both funny and serious look at Earth from an alien perspective. As for Matter, my enjoyment of it followed a sort of U-shaped curve. It just seemed a bit slow in the middle. I'd still recommend it, mostly because I find descriptions of ultra-high-tech societies inherently fascinating, and Matter contains quite a bit of that, mixed in with the low-tech Feudalist bits.
Grr! Arg!
Not really, he's not -- not compared to the killer-Bs, for example, or Neal, or the "older" generations. "Extremely prominent" is a difficult thing to quantify (just as "less known than he deserves to be"), but here's one metric: Myopic Books, a used book store in Chicago with an excellent sci-fi section, currently has no Banks on the shelves -- but plenty of the more usual suspects from America.
As for relative availability in the US versus the UK: I've already covered the extent to which his sci-fi is far more celebrated in blighty, but to elaborate: it is tough (but getting easier now) to get a hold of Banks' books. Booksellers tend to class them with the usual muck and laser-slash-grunge and don't really consider him (as they should) an essential writer to stock. And, yes, there is digging required: Inversions and Look to Windward are, for example, not available on amazon (Look to Windward is "temporarily out of stock", and Inversions appears to be out of print and only available used.) This is changing now that Orbit is re-releasing the books, as you can see from a cursory glance at release dates.
In conclusion: you are wrong, and also a bit mean.
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Well, I did try to give a sense of Banks' larger project. Since I considered Matter not his best, I tilted more towards that than plot summary (which is a pretty lazy way to write a book review after grade school.) If you are looking for hints that I've actually read the book, you can try paras eight and nine, or just take my word for it.
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I've read almost all of his books, including "The Business", "The Bridge" and other non-science fiction works. "Matter" is one of his best but I have to say "Against a Dark Background" has to be his best work. Nothing beats a lazy gun !
While I haven't read any of Banks' works yet, being that I'm in the U.S. and therefore must dig to find them, I think this idea of Space Opera is intriguing because it could give the story a "timeless" sort of air. In the other types of SciFi, where a special effort is made to describe the technology, there is the problem that many of these ideas depend on areas of physics or chemistry that are conjured up by the author in an attempt to explain away impossibilities. For example, the impossibility of traveling quickly to the other side of the galaxy is answered by "inventing" technology that can do warp speed, hyperspace, or one of many other explanations. This is not what I call "timeless" because future developments in physics could later diminish a story's appeal, since it would no longer seem plausible. However, Space Opera appears to base itself on human (or humanoid) interactions, which is one area that will never change, no matter what kind of technology there happens to be. Interactions between people in, say, the 1700's might have been limited for the most part to their own town, and interactions today are limited to our planet. In some futuristic setting, these interactions might span a much larger area, such as the galaxy, but although the scale will have changed, the basic elements will not. This "timelessness" is what I find intriguing by this description. It will be nice to go digging someplace to find one of these books.
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I've read almost all of his books, including "The Business", "The Bridge" and other non-science fiction works. "Matter" is one of his best but I have to say "Against a Dark Background" has to be his best work. Nothing beats a lazy gun!
Post-scarcity, I don't see how you'd have anything that resembled "Communism" in the standard sense, but the Guardian described the Culture as "anarcho-communism", which seems reasonable. I can't find the interview, but the one think Banks did say was that he was very irritated by those who saw the Culture as a metaphor for a kind of "future America." Banks is indeed very critical of what he sees as the kind of anarcho-capitalism tooth-and-claw of the States and my guess is that back in the real world he's a socialist.
I do agree that Banks is pretty sophisticated about his relationship to the Culture, and is tuned-in to the sort of "cultural imperialism" that the Culture's unrestrained hedonism and vaguely-Enlightenment extrapolations practice. But would you really join the Iridians?
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Banks does not get front place in UK bookshops, well, not in any WH Smith or Waterstones in the south west. He generally gets his own shelf and you'll only see people who've never read him pick up one of his books and its rare to see them make the same mistake twice.
His books fail to give any real backstory or context, which can be ok however characters will make decisions based on things you don't know about and aren't told. He takes little effort to bring the reader into the universe he's writing on and once I had the misfortune of picking up a book in the middle of a series and he made no attempt to explain anything, even after making the attempt to pick up the first book in the series things made little sense.
You want a good British author read Terry Pratchett or Philip Pullman, Banks can look inviting because everyone of his books has words like "Times best seller" and "Winner of Award xyz" don't fall for it.
...hasn't been paying the fuck attention. I guess Heinlein never existed? Bujold? Hiroyuki Morioka? The Dune books? Hell, Star Trek, Dr. Who, Firefly, even Farscape -- TV is rife with space opera. If you're going to make a sci-fi proclamation on a nerd site, you'd better check your shit, asshole. Even if you're desperately trying to tie a whining post-singularity masturbator onto the coattails of a real sci fi author.
Hello all -- thanks for writing in with comments on the review; I'll try to respond to those I think I should.
One error I made in this review was to say that Benford's Timescape was published in the 1990s. This is incorrect: it was actually published in 1980 (I believe my mistake stemmed from my having read it in the 1990s in a new edition at the time.) Trying to fit sci-fi (or anything else) into neat decades is pretty tricky even if it does provide a satisfactory narrative device. One interesting note is that steampunk, which I think most of us think of as a Gibson/Sterling 1990s thing, actually had its birth wayyy back in the 1960s, with Pavane: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pavane_(novel) -- a really fantastic read that doesn't "date" at all despite its release during the Summer of Love.
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I've seen his releases get front-alcove treatment in the Waterstones in Oxford, and Heffers' in Cambridge, but perhaps that's because they know their nerds. I do agree, in lesser doses, that the problems you describe are the failure modes of Banks' sci-fi -- but I disagree that it happens as often as you suggest.
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This is probably the advantage of the space-opera. It's also a failing, because sci-fi's appeal does rest on the notion of constraint -- either by physical law, or by alterno-universe physical law -- and a lazy space opera writer can just go off the deep end, continually modifying physics whenever the plot gets too tangled (viz., all of Star Trek.) If I had to stick to only one sub-genre, it might be the Neal Stephenson niche, where physics takes a backseat to sociology, but the constraints are still strongly in place and one still has that "parlor game" feel at the right moments.
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Maybe the books are showing their age but the prevalence of Star Trek aliens really confused me. With all the talk of "humans," I assumed that the Culture was supposed to be our far-off future, and all of the Trek aliens were just diverged humans, all tracing ancestry back to Earth. Nope! These are true Star Trek aliens, all evolving on distant worlds to look like us with some bumpy foreheads. There's mention made of non-hominid lifeforms but the ones that look like each other tend to congregate together in the Culture, thus we end up seeing all the humies.
I can excuse this sort of thing in televised scifi because shit, true alien costs money! Bumpy foreheads are much cheaper. I just am less tolerant when there's no need for sticking with Trek aliens and yet they do (Mass Effect). Ok, maybe we can pretend it would cost them more money to do something truly alien. But in prose? Shit, there's no reason not to!
I find the Culture novels somewhat frustrating, a mix of good and bad ideas. I really enjoy the premise, though. Use of Weapons was strange but the Chairmaker's ultimate weapon was suitably creepy.
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I provide what I think is a relatively interesting historiography of sci-fi subgenres and try to suggest that space opera, after years of taking a sideline to other projects, might be ready to capture the attention of the average geek. I try to put things in a larger context because my guess is that most /. readers haven't read Banks, and generally consider space opera to be a bit beneath their paygrade.
In response, you demand a totally different product, a review of the book for someone who already has read Banks' culture novels. That's fine, but that's not the review I wanted to write. Then you as much as accuse me of deception -- that I never actually read the book -- and when I bite back, you get huffy and claim that you were simply providing kind guidance and that if I don't listen to you I will be doomed to write crappy reviews.
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In his native United Kingdom, Banks' work is released in hardcover at the front of bookshops; here, those seeking his science fiction work, at least, must dig down into the trade paperbacks -- and often find things out of print.
Consider just ordering the UK edition from amazon.co.uk. I've found most titles arrive in less than a week, and prices are extremely comparable to buying in a bookshop in the USA.
From the summary: "The space opera is not a science-driven work."
This is an understatement, and should be underlined and in bold when discussing Iain M. Banks. Those expecting science fiction in the mode of Heinlein, Asimov, or Clarke will not enjoy Iain Banks' work.
Banks' novels are best described as fantasy stories set in space, with characters that may have alien appearances but who act like humans in rubber suits. He makes no attempt to suspend the readers' disbelief or justify his worldbuilding. And he often writes scenes or entire novels that are blatantly experimental, which may be mind-expanding for some readers but those with more literary experience find these amateurish excursions rather tedious.
In short, you either love or hate Iain M. Banks novels. He is not for everyone.
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Iain M. Banks used to be one of my favorite authors, and I still really like the earlier SF (Consider Phlebas, Player of Games, Use of Weapons, Against a Dark Background). But there's been a terrible feeling of sameness and lack of inspiration about the recent books. I can't say I really enjoy the parts which seem to be Banks trying to be Greg Bear (the tedious hard-SF of Excession and much of Matter spring to mind). But it's his obsession with recycling the same plot elements that really grates.
There's only so many times that the 'collision between the Culture and some ridiculously primitive society that it could wipe out in a millisecond' story needs to be told. OK, we get it, we get it, the Culture's interventions need to be super-subtle because that's the right way to bring along backwards civilizations (a rather ahistorical idea, but hey, it's his universe to play with).
Take a ultra-cool Special Circumstances agent with some gnarly personal skeletons in the closet, give them a magical 'knife missile', and send them to some backwater to alternately fret about how they shouldn't intervene and eventually decide do to so (usually lots of lovingly described payback for equally lovingly described horrible torture and the like; this seems to be a rather ugly fixation of Banks that Richard Morgan appears to have decided to follow in full). We've read it before, really.
I am not sure whether this repeated motif is a clumsy metaphor for something about the real world (e.g. the collision between a possible near future super-enlightened 1st world - or at least, the West on one of its better days - and, well, everywhere else). If it is, it's pretty bloody silly. If it's not, it's a pretty strange motif to keep returning to.
Perhaps if we all chipped in, we could send Iain down to Africa and hire someone to kidnap a serial human rights abuser that he could beat up. It would be theraputic for him, and on his return, maybe he could write a new book. Maybe a Culture novel about the bloody Culture, for a change.
> In his native United Kingdom, Banks' work is released in hardcover at the front of bookshops; here, those seeking his science fiction work, at least, must dig down into the trade paperbacks -- and often find things out of print.
Really? I saw Matter on the shelf at Barnes and Noble this very day when I was picking up an order over lunch in Beaverton, Oregon. If we have it prominently displayed here, it should be pretty much everywhere. I'm thinking of picking it up this weekend.
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I think is the reason for the high prices! A copy of Paradise Lost is pretty cheap...
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I bow to your superior knowledge of Marx-on-surplus (although I do believe that he considered the beginning of communism to be the collapse of capitalism under the weight of its own -- self-enforced -- scarcities?)
Not to get too geeky about it -- Special Circumstances and Contact are all "ad hoc" and spontaneous; their resources come not from a top-down appropriation or restriction, but just from the fact that some of the cleverest, weirdest and oldest of the people in the society happen to want to join in.
As for Cultural Imperialism "with a good reason" -- that's a rather American attitude (one I share, I should note.) Banks is much more, I think, nervous about the idea, and it comes out here and there in the novels.
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The description of the Culture as "far future" isn't correct - it's intended to be roughly contemporary with the present time, as evidenced by "State of the Art" and some of the timelines given in Consider Phlebas. "Technologically advanced" is a more accurate description.
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c'mon, fucking review the shit already, dumbass!
And frankly, they are all "about the Culture". Often the plot will be pushed aside for him to go into great deals of details about some aspect of the Culture. Look to Windward, for example, blatantly used various non-events on the Masaq Orbital as an excuse for describing aspects of life in the Culture, the orbitals and the AI minds. Excession was 90% expository about the Culture and 10% moving the plot forward. The trickiest things for Banks seems to be to get the balance spot on - I love reading the material about the Culture, but the plot needs to move forward too.
The problem you've run into seems to be that writing purely about the Culture would be far harder - utopia's get boring. In fact, in all the material about the Culture in Look to Windward a lot of it is devoted exactly to how people in the Culture go to great deals of length to try to create excitement, even to the point of giving up safety and purposefully creating dangers for themselves. The most exciting stories in that kind of environment are likely to be found in how it clashes with something else.
Besides I get the feeling that Banks really would prefer to write books that are "all Culture" but holds back exactly because it's an environment that'd be extremely hard to write an exciting story about without compromising. It's "too perfect" and he either needs to introduce flaws or have someone else (other aliens) provide the flaws.
There are seeds, though, and he could probably write a book about a conspiracy inside the Culture, or about one of the splinter groups.
The Culture is not human, and most of the Culture novels occur in our (human) past.
'Consider Phlebas' is the postmodern pirate tale complete with the Spanish Inquisition and a lost Paradise island filled with Cannibals.
It was also the book that though me that there are things that are impossible to translate to translate into a movie and not because of budget/length/audience constraints but because it's simply impossible to capture in film. Although it could be done if you make a *very, very intensive* use of voice over narration, but its awkward to do it compared to a book where it is expected.
But... the future refused to change.
I'm perhaps a quarter of the way through Matter, so this review was timely for me (and thanks for not including spoilers). "Not his best", you say? Regrettably, that's the comment I'd have for just about anything Banks has written in the last 10 years. "Not bad" would also be apt.
Up to this point of Matter, my reaction can be characterized as "trying to remember why I ever liked this author so much". The Banks I remember from Use of Weapons, Player of Games, and Consider Phlebas (to concentrate just on the space opera) had a razor wit, a well-developed sense of irony, and a deft command of the story-teller's craft. None of these qualities is evident in Matter: so far, it has been a ponderous, boring slog through very familiar territory. Perhaps the worst thing about Matter is its long-windedness. Had editors not become extinct some time in the latter decade or so of the twentieth century, perhaps someone could have given Mr. Banks a hand by drawing fat red lines through about 75% of the narrative and dialogue of this book. One heavy concentration of red lines would be drawn through the portion of the book in which a character the reader knows to be a hypocritical (but egregiously loquacious) jackal makes an extended funeral oration for one of his victims. One sensible way for an author to handle this would be to cite the opening phrases, then say something like, "...and the loquacious, hypocritical jackal went on in this vein for several hours". Instead, Mr. Banks subjects the reader to the entire boring speech. There's no excuse for that, and no forgiveness.
It doesn't get better, you say. Hmm. Don't know if I am going to make it. Ironically, when I received the book (from Brit Amazon), I rejoiced at how thick it was. Some early reviews had claimed that Matter was a return to form for Banks; I really wanted to like this book.
Speaking of good Banks, only one person mentioned Inversions. It's my personal favorite, because of its extreme subtlety; the book demands a lot of work from the reader; it is not frothy reading. The Bridge is also one of his best, I think—though it's hard to pigeon-hole, it's definitely not space opera.
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I have read quite a few of his books, and mostly enjoy them, especially the culture ones. Some are better than others, and personally I found 'The Player of Games' and 'Excession' to be the most enjoyable in terms of page turners.
Speaking of UK Sci-Fi authors, do yourself a favour and look up Steven Baxter if you've never heard of him. He's written dozens of intelligent, entertaining, and highly-engaging stories involving multitudes of subjects. He has a talent for being able to tie together events that span millions of years and many distinct time periods while keeping them all relevant to the story. I'd really place him firmly in the top tier of Sci-Fi authors writing today.
In particular, I'd recommend looking into the Destiny's Children series (starting with 'Coalescent') and 'Evolution'. Highly recommended.
I loved Against a Dark Backround (non Culture) and Excession (Culture) and a number of other Culture books that I can't remember the names of, but did anyone here ever actually get through Feersum Endjin ?
I didn't. Tried a couple of times now, due to some rave reviews, but I just can't get past the inlish yoosed in da bok. vary dificlt to rede.
Its sometimes hard to consider that these books are all from the same author, given the differences in complexity and writing style.
She's not an "ultra cool SC agent", she's still in training, and right up to almost the very end she's mostly worried about screwing up and not being able to get back into SC. All the way back to the Shellworld she's seeing SC monitors everywhere... including in the Peace Faction.
Matter is a comedy of errors, with everyone thinking that everyone else was more cool and sophisticated and capable than they really were, trusting the wrong people and the wrong rumors, and skeptical about the wrong ones. The Oct cannoning up was no more a distraction... they were taken by surprise by the Iln as much as anyone... but without it Djan would have arrived thoroughly demilitarized, and likely too late. What the Aultridia were trying to tell Oramen, we never find out... but there's some indications that they knew something about the Iln and that's why they had the monks holding off the dig. Without tyl Loesp none of this would have happened, but he had no idea what was going on and really no clue that anything WAS going on until he got to the Boiling Sea.
Rather than being padded, I was wishing there was MORE background and more material all the way through.
In a lot of ways this reminded me more of Vinge's A Fire Upon the Deep than anything I've read by Banks.
I found Banks novels very disappointing. The book Use Of Weapons in particular came from nowhere, went nowhere and achieved nothing. If you want far more interesting Science Fiction, try Richard Morgan- Any book he has written except Market Forces. Woken Furies and Altered Carbon in particular stand out as excellent.
Another excellent scifi author from the UK, Alastair Reynolds, is beyond compare. He writes space opera with not only a cyberpunk feel, but a gritty hard SF feel. The Revelation Space universe is every bit as rewarding as the Culture universe.
I only mention this because if Iain Banks is off the radar in American bookshops, I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Reynolds is too.
"Culture" series is not about "our" human future. According to Banks lore Culture exists in some corner of our galaxy simultaneously with us, and we are one of the "less developed species". In the "State of the Arts" short story collection Culture ship is visiting our contemporary Earth.
It has a disappointing ending
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Most of my SF book collection doesn't get a second round, with the exception of Banks (and a small number of others). Like others I'd say start with 'Player of Games', 'Consider Phlebas', 'Excession', or for something a little darker 'Use of Weapons'. I find the first read through is rushed just to finish the fast-paced parts, and a 2nd or 3rd read to savour some of the imagery and situational positions that Banks as assembled. The humour is distinctly British as well! "Matter" hasn't quite got the snorts of humour that some of the other books had, but the imagery and plotlines are right up there.
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A common style of Banks' novels is to have multiple threads running through the books which merge towards the last 1/3rd of the book. In this, Matter is no exception. I found the book to be a very enjoyable and fulfilling read, but only after I had slugged through the mid-section.
I think it would have been nicer and would have maintained a faster pace had it concentrated on and filled-out the culture side more, whilst skipping some of the sub-plots in the "historic" side (the mother of the Prince Regeant, for example, which really I think was just a device to move him to another setting.)
In the engaging parts of this book though - which was most of it in my opinion - this book was gripping and exciting, with a good touch of cynical wit to it. It's nice to see the Culture again, though I would like an entirely Culture based book, which didn't meander off into other worlds.
To compare one Banks against another is a difficult task, as they are all different, and yet all the same. Personal favourites of mine are The Bridge and The Business (From non-m Banks) and Against A Dark Background, The Player of Games and Feersum Endjinn (AADB was my first Banks sci-fi, Player of Games a very inticing read, and Feersum Endjinn was book-long-set-up that leaves you with an amused feeling.)
quite possibly my favourite book, still... Although my username and URL probably give that away somewhat ;-)
Excellent writing with a definite style all of his own, accessible plot which you can take the clues of where it's going and feel all clever as a reader... Just a superb book, as are most of Banks' works. I'd also agree on avoiding excession as a device to break into Banks: the parent poster's thoughts echo my own.
I just finished this book today, and I agree with the review in that it wasn't Banks' best work. I still quite enjoyed it and thought it was well written, but I agree with some of the other comments that it was a bit too similar to some of his previous work - in a way it felt like a mix-and-match of elements of "Excession", "Use of Weapons" and "Inversions". There was also a large amount of background material that wasn't strictly necessary for the plot, though I wouldn't really call this a flaw since the setting and background was fairly interesting in itself.
Once issue affecting this book and most of Banks' other SF novels is his tendency to include too many long travel sequences and other unnecessary (or unnecessarily long-winded) scenes in the first 3/4 of the book, then to start rushing everything in the last 1/4 to bring things to a conclusion.
Overall I liked it but I think by the end I liked it a little less than I did at the half-way point, with the plot preceding a little too straight-forwardly (at least by Banksian standards). The ending was decent and there was one horrific image in particular that really stuck in my head but compared to someone like George R. R. Martin, Banks doesn't isn't a good enough writer of compelling characters to have the full impact he may have intended. His strengths lie more in fascinating, detailed settings and an enjoyable general writing style. I feel like the actual writing here was better than ever, but the "seen it all before" nature of the plot (and to some extent the setting) reduced my enjoyment a bit.
The reviewer said 'Neglected since the era of E. E. "Doc" Smith, the space opera is back.' which made me laugh: Lois Mc Master Bujold many Hugos for its Miles Vorkosigan serie is a proof that the space opera is fine thanks.
And I would add that for me, Lois Mc Master Bujold is as good as Isaac Asimov when she write SF: the whole Vorkosigan serie is very good..
Allright . . . where do you and MT want to meet me so we can have a good face-to-face conflict about this? :-)
I just don't see what people see in "The Player of Games". It explores some very thought provoking concepts, but the plot ground to a halt shortly after the protagonist's incursion into the alien environment. I wasn't even able to finish it. The marginal stimulations experienced as grand adventure by a character that has pursued an otherwise mundane existence is a good "idea", but makes for extremely dull reading. What am I missing?
We do agree that diving into "Excession" as an intro to Banks would be a tragic mistake. It is the best Banks novel of those that I have read, and one of my favorites of all-time, so I highly recommend it, but I think "Consider Phlebas" should be bare minimum background reading.
As an aside, does anyone but me hate those "Culture" assholes? I haven't discussed this with anyone. If that's the whole point of the series, I think he's kept it going far too long, so I'm somewhat doubtful that my opinion is shared. The earth counterparts of the citizens in "The Culture" would be spolied rich kids with trust funds attending Ivy-league colleges. I long for the day when some insurgency genetically engineers a few viruses and computer viruses to wipe those bastards out.
OK, I got to the part where the drone transfers its consciousness into a knife missile, disguises itself as a dildo, and packs itself into Our Heroine's luggage. Now that was truly funny. Especially the dialogue in which the drone promised not to be "invasive". The book's looking up...
Great men are almost always bad men--Lord Acton's Corollary