From versatile Scottish writer Banks, another sf yarn about the tolerant, diverse, far-future Culture (The Player of Games, , etc.). Set in the remote future, Banks’s (Feersum Endjinn) latest novel mounts a galactic-scale space opera, or, to be more exact, a space opera buffa. The Culture, a. Joining me for this review of the fourth book in Iain M. Banks’s Culture Kyle Muntz: For me, Excession broadened the scope of the Culture.

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He was face-to-face with the thing that had hit him. Excession introduces us to the Affront. Poorly written characters and tedious AI chatter. Like when the Sleeper Service is accelerating toward the Excession still a ways out and the other Culture ship is trying to follow it and eventually realizes that the Sleeper Service is not exactly what its been eexcession to be.

Jan 01, Alan rated it liked it Recommends it for: By using our website you agree to our use of cookies. The face itself lay inside a great bowl they had blasted in the glacier; men, machines and drag-lines moved like insects in the bottom of the vast cup of shining ice. Fivetide was saying something about the Culture to him and he’d already missed the first part of it while the two machines were filling his head with their squabble.

After his first three mainstream novels his publishers agreed to publish his first SF novel, Consider Phlebas. What the crushingly powerful four-limbed hug would have done to iajn human unprotected by a suit designed to withstand pressures comparable to those excewsion at the bottom of an ocean probably did not bear thinking excesssion, but then a human exposed without protection to the conditions required to support Affronter life would be dying in at least three excitingly different and painful ways anyway without having to worry about being crushed by a cage of leg-thick tentacles.


As things progressed, I found myself sometimes struggling to follow the other subplots or to comprehend how they might fit into the larger picture. Then he was dragged under again. For the last dozen or so years, the avatar had taken to dressing all in black, and it was in black leggings, black tunic and a short black jerkin that it appeared now, its cropped blonde hair covered by a similarly dark skull cap.

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The guns glinted in the soft light reflecting off gleaming wooden panels. Behind it, it found… gas, plasma, carbon. It’s excrssion the enginesthought the drone, senses swimming, its awareness seeming to break up and evaporate somehow as it effectively began to go unconscious. I don’t care how fucking delicate the task is, I’m not even going to consider it until I know what’s involved. Banks revealed in April that he had late-stage cancer.

An Outside Context Problem? Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. He slapped Genar-Hofoen on the back with a tentacle and threw him half off the seat and onto the table.

Where was its mind-state? It knew this machine, too; it was its twin. The drone had only the briefest warning of the suit’s bolstered gun exploding; until that instant the gun hadn’t even been apparent to the machine’s senses, shielded somehow. The single strand of fuzzy incandescence began near the far, seaward horizon, stretched across the sky and disappeared over the foliage-strewn lip of the two-thousand-metre-high cliff a kilometre behind the beach and the single tower.

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But with that, the effector weapon altered its set-up momentarily, and – in effect – sucked the little machine’s intellect out of its ruined and smouldering body. Fivetide turned on the waiter.

Anyway, I don’t know how to talk about Excession, rea First book of this spring’s readathon! The continuing awesomeness of the Sleeper Service! Suddenly iian was wide awake and flailing around like some drowning basic-human, desperate for breath but afraid to breathe in the constellation of iiain globules he was floating within.


So let me ask first: It’s never ideal when a book leaves me wanting, but that’s a hell of a lot better than leaving me wanting the book to end.

For the regimental dinner, Genar-Hofoen had reluctantly accepted the advice of the module in which he lived and dressed in what it assured him was a most fetching outfit of knee boots, tight trousers, short jacket and long cloak – worn off the shoulder – and in addition to an even bigger pair of pistols than usual had slung over his back a matched pair of what the module assured him were three-millimetre-calibre Heavy Micro Rifles, two millennia old but still in full working order, and very long and gleamingly impressive.

They look after whole swaths of the humanoid Culture as though they were ant farms, but ant farms where you knew everything about each ant Well, I now see that I jumped into the middle of the books about the Culture, never having read any others.

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She became suddenly very aware of her place here, her position. It seemed bankw be in charge of the whole outfit, what was left of it. He washed it down with some warmed-over infusion the module had always assured him was beneficial when you hadn’t had enough sleep. Tishlin’s representation sat forward, putting its arms on the table.