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Pun very much intended. The three-pound processor inside the authors head, as it turns out, is a really good technology. We attempt our best to gather almost all available info to your access. Neal Stephenson issues from a clan of rootless, itinerant hardscience and engineering professors mostly Pac-10, Big 10, and Big 8 with the occasional wild strain of Ivy. With a plus account, you get your own tailored art sharing network. New York Bantam Books - A Bantam spectra book Neal Stephenson's surreal cyberpunk novel 'Snow Crash' headed for. In this early novel, Stephenson shows faint glimmerings of promise. But minus a star for the jarring racism and lack of cultural and ethnic sensitivity, and minus another star for setting my teeth on edge with his loopy ideas and his lopsided, cartoony projections into a future consisting of what feels like a world constructed of cardboard cutouts. Or a tune that gets into your head that you keep humming all day until you spread it to someone else. So, let's get that snow crashing! The effect it had on this reader, is similar to what the screeching of chalk on a board does to most people; it set my teeth on edge. I admit that I found these bits humorous.
Snow Crash 2000 About book: Disliking this book seemed quite impossible. After all, it had all the necessary ingredients: the pervasive air of nerdy geekiness or, perhaps, geeky nerdiness , an unexpected take on linguistics, a kick-ass female character, a parallel virtual reality, a hefty helping of admittedly, overexaggerated satire, and just enough wacky improbable worldbuilding to satisfy my book loving soul. Or so it seemed. But awesome ingredients do not always add up to a satisfying dish¹ as my horrible cook self knows much too well. ¹Remember 'Friends' episode where Rachel tries to make English trifle for Thanksgiving desert, but because of a couple pages unfortunately sticking together ends up making half English trifle and half the shepherd's pie? Joey was baffled that the rest of the gang found the dish unpalatable:'I mean, what's not to like? I came to it infinitely biased in its favor, ready to love it to pieces, prepared to find in it the same irresistible allure that so many of my Goodreads friends appreciated. Alas, after the first few pages my good-natured amusement gave way to irritated frustration, then to impatience, and eventually, as the book was nearing its final pages, my feelings changed to dreaded passionless indifference - akin to the emotions stirred by a disclaimer on the back of a pill packet. It is very disappointing when a book leaves you indifferent after hundreds of pages spent with the characters and the plotlines - especially when it is a book with such immense potential as 'Snow Crash' had based on all the reviews and snippets I have seen, with all the ingredients for an amazing sci-fi adventure I listed above. Or a tune that gets into your head that you keep humming all day until you spread it to someone else. No matter how smart we get, there is always this deep irrational part that makes us potential hosts for self-replicating information. Hiro Protagonist, our hero and protagonist cleverly annoying or annoyingly clever, I'm not quite sure is a hacker in a future completely corporatized and fractured by consumerism America. He delivers pizza for the Mafia franchise by day and in his spare time hangs around Metaverse, a computer-based simulated reality where he is a sword-fighting badass with a juicy piece of expensive virtual real estate and important friends. To those having trouble picturing this, think of The Matrix as compared to the gloomy existence outside of it. Is his sidekick, a Kourier with a healthy dose of vital spunk and kindness to animals that just may result in the most spectacular payback at the most crucial moment. Uncle Enzo is the head of the Mafia franchise, and does not like late pizza deliveries - he has his reasons. As for the antagonists, we have L. Bob Rife, a computer magnate and a leader of a questionable religion; the Feds that have lost their power but retained their bureaucracy; and enigmatic Raven, equipped with a motorcycle, a few deadly spears and another weapon that earns him more respect from the authorities that that a few small nations get. To me, the concept of Snow Crash initially evoked the memories of Delany's Babel-17, a book that I loved for all it's strangeness and far-fetchedness and irresistible pull into the blend of linguistics and sci-fi. But then 'Snow Crash', having barely taken off, disappointingly crashed. Pun very much intended. Maybe this had something to do with the clumsily thrown in heaps of infodump, painfully interrupting already shaky and unsteady narrative, adding tons of poorly placed and far-fetched exposition which it mistakes for layers of complexity, basking in self-importance while being needlessly silly and, frankly, needless. Maybe it was the sheer number of complex plot threads that weaves complexity but ended up going nowhere, with few admittedly, memorable exceptions. Maybe it was what I can only perceive as casual racism so pervasive in descriptions of most 'ethnic' characters and entire groups featured in this novel, so present in every casually thrown stereotype. Intentional or not, it was unpleasantly grating. Maybe it was the lack of dimension in Stephenson's characters. Hiro appears to be created as an embodiment of a teenage computer whiz's dreams, not developing in the slightest throughout the novel, only acquiring more and more badassery in the throwaway 'why not? Raven and Uncle Enzo, frustratingly underdeveloped. Juanita, whose character could have been interesting, appears to exist solely as potential mate for Hiro. The only times I felt any connection to the characters were the appearances of the robotic dog, and I am not even a dog person. She has spunk and heart and confidence that is engaging and does not strike fakes notes that often. She made me almost care, and for this I appreciate her character. If only the rest if the book had the same spirit... Maybe it was the inability to interweave the plot threads into a coherent storyline, to create a bigger whole out of separate parts. The ideas are there, the concepts are there; what's missing is cohesiveness able to pull them together, untangle them and weave a net captivating the readers' brains and imagination. Without this cohesiveness, even the wildest and most daring ideas - like Stephenson's unconventional approach to viruses, for instance - remain disjointed, underdeveloped, unfinished, unpolished, like the refugee Raft in his novel, made of heaps of refuse clumped together trying to make a whole but failing at it. Honestly, I can't help but see how this book would have worked so much better in a graphic format, being it a comic book like, apparently, it was initially envisioned or a film; the action scenes would have looked splendid while the awkwardness of language with overused frequently clumsy metaphors and the jarring present tense which really doesn't work footprint this story would have been cast aside. I wish I had the ability to overlook its flaws, but the indifference I felt when reading it precluded me from caring enough to let its good moments overshadow the bad. Well, with Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson is that kid grown up. Stephenson latches on to all kinds of ideas and then regurgitates his reductionist, lopsided version of them in 'novel' form. The effect it had on this reader, is similar to what the screeching of chalk on a board does to most people; it set my teeth on edge. There are so many lopsided, half-developed ideas with huge holes in logic in them, in this novel, that I cannot mention them all and remain as brief as I am sure that you, dear reader, would prefer me to be. Most of them pertain to Stephenson's lopsided extrapolation of how a virtual reality world would work, and his to me loopy ideas on neurolinguistics , ancient history and religions. I was ambivalent about his snarky depiction of capitalism taken to the extreme. In the Snow Crash world, everything is privatised to the point that civil services such as police and prisons are privatised, and 'burbclaves' small city states have their own laws and services to the point that America doesn't have federal law anymore--yet there are still Feds! The latter institution is highly satirised by Stephenson, with regard to the typical bureaucratic yards of red tape and the tech and intel gathering overkill and so on. I admit that I found these bits humorous. I reckon Stephenson is, by their inclusion into a state that has no laws, and where the federal government seems merely a token from days gone by, saying that the FBI was superfluous to start with in any case, hah. But the overall effect of the Snow Crash background setting is that of an almost schizophrenic collage of bits and pieces stuck together to create a highly disjunctive world. I enjoyed the action sequences and I very much enjoyed his two female protagonists; slightly less so the male one. In this early novel, Stephenson shows faint glimmerings of promise. His clumsy explanations of the tech aspects of the world is jarring and often nonsensical, so the main little points of light lie with the action sequences and the characterization, the latter which I found not too bad since many of his stereotypes were slightly more rounded than actually stereotypical and many of the characters were relatively believable and even likeable in spite of the clumsiness. The hero Hiro, or shall I say, Hiro Protagonist, the protagonist did feel paper-thin however, like just a another piece of deus ex machina. So, four stars for the fact that the novel passes the Bechdel test, and for having created the eminently likeable character Y. But minus a star for the jarring racism and lack of cultural and ethnic sensitivity, and minus another star for setting my teeth on edge with his loopy ideas and his lopsided, cartoony projections into a future consisting of what feels like a world constructed of cardboard cutouts. And minus a virtual star for positing that patriarchal religions are more rational than matriarchal ones. Oh, and pretty important to me is to mention the subtraction of another virtual star for the sex with a fifteen year old girl, and her 'relationship' with a mass murderer more than twice her age. Add half a star back for the humor. Many people credit Stephenson with being the first person to think of a cyberverse in which humans could participate represented by avatars, but by his own admission, Lucasfilm with Habitat was there before him. Please be my guest and Google them. In his book The Virtual Community: Homesteading on the Electronic Frontier, Howard Rheingold writes in Chapter Six: In Austin, Texas, in 1990, at the First Conference on Cyberspace, I met the two programmers who created the first large-scale, multi-user, commercial virtual playground. Randall Farmer recounted their experience as the designers and managers of a virtual community that used computer graphics as well as words to support an online society of tens of thousands. Much of that conference in Austin was devoted to discussions of virtual-reality environments in which people wear special goggles and gloves to experience the illusion of sensory immersion in the virtual world via three-dimensional computer graphics. Randy Farmer and Chip Morningstar stood out in that high-tech crowd because the cyberspace they had created used a very inexpensive home computer, often called a toy computer, and a cartoonlike two-dimensional representation to create their kind of virtual world. Farmer and Morningstar had one kind of experience that the 3-D graphics enthusiasts did not have, however--the system they had designed, Habitat, had been used by tens of thousands of people. I relented and added a half star for making YT female and such a fun character and subtracted a quarter star for making her blonde, then added back a quarter star for the way in which NS made fun of the FBI bureaucracy. Neal Stephenson's characters and I seem share quite a few interests some of which are, admittedly, not for everybody. Though Snow Crash seems to be Stephenson's most popular book, I wouldn't give it the kind of universal recommendation status merited by the likes of Zodiac. However, I think it would appeal to a broader audience than say, Cryptonomicon , or Reamde only in part due to the fact that those two each clock in at over 1,000 pages. So, let's get that snow crashing! Ok, so it's not an avalanche survival story, but what do I really have to contribute to the body of Snow Crash commentary out there if not vaguely related Archer clips? Our protagonist, appropriately named Hiro Protagonist, is a freelance hacker, and pizza delivery guy which, given that pizza is a mafia-run industry which takes its promise of delivery in 30 minutes or less very seriously, is not an occupation without risk. He's also the Greatest Swordfighter in the World. Even the relatively lame Metacops get to have night vision goggles. Hiro's cooperation skills are put to the test when our other lead character, 15-year-old courier YT it's supposed to stand for Yours Truly, but Michael Jackson's PYT kept getting stuck in my head , saves his skin by bailing him out of a near-miss pizza delivery. I don't even know where to begin with the whole cyborg situation a certain world's greatest secret agent would be decidedly uncomfortable in this Stephenson verse. I'll just say that there are some, and not all of them are good duh. I mean, can you really even kill those things? As in the other Stephenson books I've read, the sheer power of his intellect is on display in this one. And, for my money, that's not necessarily a bad thing! Sure, I should probably go and check out some of the bits about Sumerian etymology before I go tossing them around as fact, but at least now I'm interested enough to do so! The behemoth that more or less peaked cyberpunk while simultaneously taking the piss out of it in slaphappy fashion. Even William Gibson never afterwards quite wrote or treated these themes the same: witness Virtual Light and the remainder of the Bridge Trilogy, which tried to incorporate the humorous style that Stephenson IMO wielded to far better effect herein. Snow Crash just has so much going on—and all with the breathless pace and visual flair of the video games the author must surely have had in mind during composition—that even the harshest critic should find something to like inside. As for myself, I was highly entertained and impressed, and even though I failed in fully comprehending the evolutionary Sumerian linguistic virus angle, what I did grasp struck me as farfetchedly brilliant. Which phrase can actually be liberally applied to the entirety of Stephenson's genre b ending book, beginning with what everybody first notices: that Hiro Protagonist works when, by any measure, it should have tripped the author up flat right there on the first page.
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