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S'està carregant… Realtime Interruptde James P. Hogan
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Apunta't a LibraryThing per saber si aquest llibre et pot agradar. No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra. I've been rereading some old books recently deciding what to keep in my library, and recently read again two other novels by Hogan, and both made me wonder what I had liked in him, but this one reminded me why I do have several of his books on the shelves, even if in the end it's not a keeper. Starchild was disappointing and with Mirror Maze I found the political themes heavy handed, but Realtime Interrupt is a good yarn, more in the classic hard science fiction vein. In fact there's some dry, scientifically sophisticated material here about computers, artificial intelligence and the nature of humanity and reality. At the same time Joe Corrigan makes a good protagonist. He's largely likeable, sometimes roguishly charming, and has a true emotional arc through the events of the story. This reminds me somewhat of Charles Platt's The Silicon Man, another tale of virtual reality with similar themes, but more on a personal than political level. Hogan lived for some time in Ireland--Corrigan is a native, and there are some scenes set there, and Hogan depicts the Irish with affection and without affectation. And the last lines left me smiling. Not a classic, but definitely a good read for anyone interested in this theme looking for an entertaining work of science fiction. ( ) Sample Chapters: http://webscriptions.net/chapters/0671578847/0671578847.htm Sense ressenyes | afegeix-hi una ressenya
REALITY ISN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE ...Who was he?Sitting on a bed, he didn't know where he was. He had the strange feeling that the walls around him were just stage props, with nothing behind. He turned as a man came through the door and said, "Good morning, Joe. How are you feeling today?" So his name was Joe?Where was he?With his garden tools, he prepared to plant a vegetable patch. But when he turned over the first fork of soil, there was nothing underneath -- just empty blackness....What was he?He looked in the mirror and his jaw fell. He was twelve years younger and much leaner.This was insane.... No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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