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Fiction. Literature. Thriller. HTML: A smart, tight, provocative techno-thriller straight out of the very near future�by an iconic visionary writer Some people call it "abyss gaze." Gaze into the abyss all day and the abyss will gaze into you. There are two types of people who think professionally about the future: Foresight strategists are civil futurists who think about geoengineering and smart cities and ways to evade Our Coming Doom; strategic forecasters are spook futurists, who think about geopolitical upheaval and drone warfare and ways to prepare clients for Our Coming Doom. The former are paid by nonprofits and charities, the latter by global security groups and corporate think tanks. For both types, if you're good at it, and you spend your days and nights doing it, then it's something you can't do for long. Depression sets in. Mental illness festers. And if the abyss gaze takes hold there's only one place to recover: Normal Head, in the wilds of Oregon, within the secure perimeter of an experimental forest. When Adam Dearden, a foresight strategist, arrives at Normal Head, he is desperate to unplug and be immersed in sylvan silence. But then a patient goes missing from his locked bedroom, leaving nothing but a pile of insects in his wake. A staff investigation ensues; surveillance becomes total. As the mystery of the disappeared man unravels in Warren Ellis's Normal, Adam uncovers a conspiracy that calls into question the core principles of how and why we think about the future�and the past, and the now..… (more)
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If you're wondering about better ways to think about the future and not just "when do I get a jet pack?", then this book will mess with your head. In a good way.
After an outburst at a conference in the Netherlands, Adam Dearden, a foresight strategist, is taken to Normal Head. Being cut off from the outside world sounds pretty good. The different types of futurists at Normal Head do not mix at all. A patient is suddenly missing from a locked room, leaving a pile of insects in his wake. There is a staff investigation. Sitting outside, Adam crushes an annoying bug, only to find that it is full of very sophisticated electronics. Both types of futurists become convinced that they should find, and destroy, any other surveillance insects.
It all has to do with the coming of total surveillance (not just of electronic communication but also of speech and handwritten communication) and a new type of mini drone that is sophisticated enough to drop its micro-explosive cargo on specific people in a political riot.
This is a short novel, and it's really good and really thought provoking. It says a lot about how and why humans think about the future, and the now. It is very much worth reading.
As a peripheral fan of comic books, I was aware of Mr Ellis when I came across his blog, which has a persist autumnal feel. Stories of 21st Century hermitology and book
Having enjoyed the blog so much, when Kindle surface a short story for 99p (Kindle is so perfect for the short story) it was on my phone before I'd finished considering the purchase. If you enjoyed either of the Metropolis movies, go read Elektrograd Rusted Blood.
Having bought one book, Amazon's terrible recommendation engine stopped recommending more lawn mowers — surely one's enough — and will instead now suggest the rest of Ellis' oeuvre for the rest of time. Past either mine or his. Combined with the blog, I couldn't miss the release of Normal. A short ish story released in 4 parts, each available as Kindle one shots. Again, a part-considered purchase appeared on my phone, where it lay in the carousel of good intentions.
By the time I read part one, the experiment was over and the only way to read the remaining books was to buy the full story, which already felt anachronistic despite wirelessly paying and downloading it to my hand held tracking computer. The future hits you fast.
The story itself is set in the near future (present?) in an alternative asylum housing the sufferers of Abyss Gaze. A term so well applied I feel to explain it would be defunct. It skirts the line of satirising his futurology friends, but the joke is too real to cross the line.
If you're wondering about better ways to think about the future and not just "when do I get a jet pack?", then this book will mess with your head. In a good way.