This is a pretty odd book. It was given to me as a gift, and its a meandering tale about a failed science fiction writer. The author even appears as a character. The style is interesting, as the text stops for frequent illustrations, which is something I haven’t seen before. However, the story doesn’t really do it for me.
This isn’t Neal’s best work, and I found the second half a little hard to read — I think because it meandered, with several theories for who was responsible being interchanged. They were all reasonable theories, but the jump between each of them was jarring and could have been better done. The version of the book I was reading also had heaps of typographical errors — single character substitutions and stuff like that — which meant you needed to re-read sentences to make them make sense, which was pretty annoying. Overall not the worst book I’ve ever read, but certainly the worst Stephenson I’ve read.