(Yes, I know that for anyone even vaguely literate in Cyrillic, the post title reads "Yeading.")
I finished Rule 34 by Charles Stross last night and recommended it to Tamara. Alas, I turned the last page right before my usual sleepytime, so what I said was--
RX: "Tam, as much as you like William Gibson, I think you would really like this Stross novel, Rule 43."
Tam: [Very quizzical look] "Rule 43? 43? 'The reason dyslexics can't find pr0n on the Internet?'"
RX: [blushes] "Um, 34, 34. It's a sort of cyberdectective novel, but very different. And it's set in Scotland, so it might as well be on Ganymede...." [starts giggling] "Egad. I really said '43.'
Tam: [snickers] "Yup."
[Players exit, laughing]
...Withal, it is a good book; a bit twisty and "for mature audiences," but in a manner that is integral to the plot. I'd only previously read one of his Lovecraftian/spy yarns, fun but nothing to yank the rug out from under the reader, so my expectations proved rather lower than the book. Guy can write.
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
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