I’m currently reading Gnomon by Nick Harkaway, which is about an investigation into the death in custody of a writer who had taken pains to stay off the grid in a near-future surveillance state where direct democracy is implemented by an advanced AI system and access to another person’s innermost thoughts is possible. The inspector absorbs and relives the writer’s recorded memories of the rather intrusive interrogation, and discovers a number of alternate personas which seem designed to throw the mind-reading technology off the scent; these include a fast-living banker convinced he’s being followed by a shark that eats corporations, a fourth-century alchemist mourning the loss of her son by St Augustine, an Ethiopian ex-patriate artist who in the modern day helps his granddaughter develop a video game with similarities to the world of the novel’s main narrative, and the titular Gnomon, a human group consciousness sent from the future to carry out a number of assassinations. A very long, but very absorbing novel.
Before that, The Golden House by Salman Rushdie. An elderly construction magnate moves from Mumbai to New York with his three sons, but over the course of the years 2008 to 2016 it becomes clear that the past won’t be left behind. In the background, the rise of identity politics in the US is analogised by frequent reference to a certain fictitious Clown Prince of Crime.
Other recent reads include The Song Of Achilles by Madeline Miller, told from the perspective of Achillles’ lover Patroclus. I found it quite engaging.
I thought Children Of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky was a wonderful novel. Far-future humans accidentally (and for a long time unknowingly) seed a planet with the genome of intelligent spiders, and when the last survivors of the human race eventually turn up desperate for a place to settle, there’s a bit of conflict. The author renders his characters and the spider society masterfully, for example when he illustrates the difficulties of communicating with a species that has no concept of sound.
I also recently read Kim Stanley Robinson’s Green Mars, the middle part of his famous Mars trilogy. Took me ages, much of the book being taken up with seemingly endless meetings and terrain descriptions. It does have characters about whom the reader learns to care, though, and the occasional burst of thrilling narrative activity. Clearly the author has put a lot of thought into all aspects of the tale.