Snow Crash by Neal StephensonMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
I know many people who love this book.
Me, not so much. For instance, I was 2/3 of the way through it several years ago, lost it, and didn't really care.
But I found it again, and after a dear friend mentioned Hiro Protagonist the other day I thought, "Oh, what the heck. Let's finish it." Well. That's done.
Maybe I read it too far after it was published to find it very "cutting edge." Maybe I don't know enough/too much about computers and cyberspace to really get engaged by the central conceits. All I know is Uncle Enzo rocks, YT reminds me far too much of how Lisbeth Salander might have been had she grown up with a loving mother in Southern California, and I'm having a terrible time not merging Hiro Protagonist and Hiro Nakamura in my mind--though, frankly, I definitely prefer the latter.
What did I most take away from this book? The impulse to look at everyone I know and wonder what phrase I'd tattoo on their foreheads. Alas, there a many who, like Raven, should have the words "Poor Impulse Control" written in large friendly letters for everyone to see.
Now, where did I leave my towel?
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