I managed to finish The Scarecrow by Michael Connelly last night and read 174 pages of Neal Stephenson’s new book, Seveneves. I’ve been waiting for this book for a while. I get the feeling that I will finish it quite quickly.
It was with great trepidation that I heard that Neal Stephenson was going to write another science-fiction novel, finally. I still regard Anathem one of his best novels (of which I have at least 3 different versions, 2 physical, 1 digital), but he has written so many great ones over the years.
“When he came to his senses, he was aware that a large number of telephones were singing their little electronic songs. Including his. The birth cry of a new age.”
“WHAT ASTRONOMERS DIDN’T KNOW OUTWEIGHED, BY AN ALMOST infinite ratio, what they did. And for persons used to a more orderly system of knowledge, with everything on Wikipedia, this created a certain perception of incompetence, or at least failure to perform, on the part of the astronomical profession whenever weird things happened in the sky.”
“His working hypothesis was that the breakup of the moon had made Doob young again, exfoliating layers of emotional callus from his soul and leaving a pink shiny impressionable heart just waiting to be colonized by the first appealing woman who came along.”
“No,” Dinah said. “We are just proceeding adaptively to leverage our core competencies.”