The late Iain M Banks wrote nine novels in his SF Culture series (published 1987 to 2012),
as well as three other, unrelated, SF stories and fifteen mainstream novels (as
Iain Banks). Over the decades I have gradually worked my way through all of his
SF books except for the last two Culture
tomes and Feersum Endjinn (which I
couldn't get into because much of it is in an invented dialect).
Surface Detail is
the penultimate Culture novel,
published in 2010. For the background I will repeat the summary I wrote a
couple of years ago for my review of Matter,
the previous volume in the series:
"…the Culture, a
galactic humanoid utopia in which almost inconceivably advanced technology
provides everything that is needed, immensely capable Artificial Intelligences
sort out the mundane business of running civilisation (the most powerful, known
as Minds, usually being established in vast spacecraft or space habitats with
quirky names), and citizens are mostly free to do whatever they like – live
forever, change gender or even species, travel the galaxy. There are various alien
civilisations in close contact with the Culture and a lot of others that are
not, plus human planetary settlements that don't enjoy the same benefits.
Relationships with such peripheral groups are handled by an organisation called
Contact, and they apply less diplomatic means when required by means of Special
Circumstances, whose agents are kind of blend of James Bond and Jason Bourne
with comprehensive bio-electronic enhancements."
As is the author's customary practice, the structure is complex
with several different story threads set running, apparently completely
unrelated. The first concerns the attempted escape by fabulously tattooed
Lededje Y'breq from bondage to the powerful industrialist Joiler Veppers; their
paths subsequently diverge to form separate threads for most of the rest of the
story. Next up is Vatueil, a soldier involved in an endless series of battles
in virtual environments as part of a mysterious war, being revived each time he
is "killed". Then we meet Yime Nsokyi, an agent for Quietus, a
Culture organisation which rivals Special Circumstances but is concerned with relationships
with the dead – who are, more often than not, still "alive" in
virtual worlds. Next we are introduced to another virtual world – a
representation of a horrifying Hell to which virtual versions of those
considered to be undeserving are sent after death. Two academics, Prin and
Chay, have managed to make a virtual entry to the Hell in order to collect evidence
to argue for it to be shut down. Finally there is the ancient, alien Tsungarial
Disk, consisting of hundreds of millions of multi-purpose factories orbiting a
star, which appears to be suffering an outbreak of uncontrolled replication. These
multiple threads gradually converge into one coherent plot and the pace (mostly
rather slow, as is usual with Banks) simultaneously accelerates to a climax
involving the usual mayhem.
Other characters are of course the intelligent starships,
without which no Culture novel would
be complete. My favourite this time is Falling
Outside the Normal Moral Constraints, a warship associated with Special
Circumstances, which while pretending to be an old Torturer class vessel, is actually (in its own words) "a borderline
eccentric and very slightly psychotic
Abominator-class picket ship"; a
vastly more powerful vessel which reacts with infectious glee to any
opportunity to demonstrate the level of destruction it is capable of.
It took me a while to get into this story and its 600+ pages
look rather daunting, but the journey was well worth the time. Top-class entertainment
laced with dry humour in the typical Banks style.
The final Culture
novel, The Hydrogen Sonata, is in my
reading pile.
7 comments:
I know I've read something by Banks, but that was long ago. I checked a list of his works, but nothing seems familiar. Perhaps this series is a good place to start. I guess I should probably start with Engines of God, which is, I believe, the first in the series.
Engines of God was by Jack McDevitt. The first culture novel was Consider Phlebas.
R.T.,
Ah right. That's the other series I'm thinking of dipping into. Time to make a list (one will soon be ignored, no doubt).
Yep, you are right that Engines of God is the McDevitt to start with. I've reviewed it here - not without flaws but still very entertaining.
I've read most of Banks' books, but I think most of them would be dramatically improved if the "Readers' Digest Condensed Books" editorial staff went at them with scissors.
A few decades ago publishers enforced page count limits to keep their printing costs down. Then they apparently decided that sheer bulk was desirable. Every story has its own length, but I don't think most of Banks' novels had enough *story* to justify their length.
I'll take a look at the review.
I agree that Banks' work isn't for everyone, but I don't think that the length is due to padding: it's just his style of writing to take his time over descriptions and scene-setting. A bit like Connie Willis, only not so bad...
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