books in a red cover for me like a red rag.Some regular angular potoksoznaniya style Murakami and others.There were bees and sentiments a la Pelevin, detective, cognitive science, and a very tough banter over a generation.It's like totindus that neurologist-popularizer: there are sensible ideas, but served boiled.If we reject ideas about alternative soma (hello, Huxley), the bees and the attempts of cognitive research in the field of loneliness / time / thought, the story mmm ..

Not just with the assessment.This is especially true climax and denouement.not so good.Good stories have been.

not so good.Good stories have been.Despite the confusion, the alignment of some metakompozitsii in the spirit of Joyce and posmtoderna and rough-surface reality, the book reads quite cheerfully.In general, as with Ubik, the beginning-middle of the impression some straight epic saga, which is going to go all the corn, but after reading the conclusion, no longer feel the whole primary range

In general, as with Ubik, the beginning-middle of the impression some straight epic saga, which is going to go all the corn, but after reading the conclusion, no longer feel the whole primary range

A Generation 4 out of 5 stars