So at the moment I’m reading (R)evolution by P.J. Manney, which is not to be confused with this:
(R)evolution is a techno-thriller involving nanotechnology and computer-upgraded brains and secret cabals, sort of Neal Stephenson meets William Gibson meets Dan Brown meets Oliver Sacks meets Daniel Suarez.
Painted warriors howled in congratulations as bison bellowed and horses whinnied. And Todd Rundgren sang. The new world would be revealed.
So I mentioned some very good writers there (and also Dan Brown), but don’t go in expecting to find something like Daemon; this book veers a little more towards the Brownian than the Stephensonian, unfortunately. Still, it’s worth reading just for the prologue, which is one hell of a crackerjack depiction of a terrorist nanobot attack on a Las Vegas convention center. I want to read more of that book!
Meanwhile, thanks to a certain little puppy dog as well as a certain ailing senior dog, I still haven’t gotten very much editing done on Television Man this week. Maybe next week! In the meantime here’s where I am, which is probably about one paragraph down from where I was last time …
Kyle started forward, pushing the gnome aside. Paltruck offered no resistance, but said, “I’m warning you, don’t go in there. You’ll be sorry.”
“Why do you care?”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“I don’t need help from a lawn ornament.”
See, Kyle, that’s where you’re wrong …