I feel odd starting a thread on Stross, because I haven't read much by him. Just "Missile Gap," "A Colder War," and The Atrocity Archives.
All of those make for excellent reading, touching the right nerves with me given my strong interest in spy fiction and Lovecraft (though the Lovecraftian element in "Missile Gap" is pretty much indirect, unlike in the other two).
I do have The Jennifer Morgue here though, and I'll be reading that soon. Afterwards, I think I'll hit Singularity Sky and Iron Sunrise, the two novels so far in his Eschaton series, which he refers to as a "post-Singularity space opera." And if I love those the way I think I will, then I'll hit his other books.
Anyway, to end this post, I'd like to say that I laugh hard when I read some of Charles Stross's parodic first lines.
"The Concrete Jungle" opened with:
And while I haven't read his novel The Family Trade, that one began with:
All of those make for excellent reading, touching the right nerves with me given my strong interest in spy fiction and Lovecraft (though the Lovecraftian element in "Missile Gap" is pretty much indirect, unlike in the other two).
I do have The Jennifer Morgue here though, and I'll be reading that soon. Afterwards, I think I'll hit Singularity Sky and Iron Sunrise, the two novels so far in his Eschaton series, which he refers to as a "post-Singularity space opera." And if I love those the way I think I will, then I'll hit his other books.
Anyway, to end this post, I'd like to say that I laugh hard when I read some of Charles Stross's parodic first lines.
"The Concrete Jungle" opened with:
Quote:
The death rattle of a mortally wounded telephone is a horrible thing to hear at four o'clock on a Tuesday morning.
And while I haven't read his novel The Family Trade, that one began with:
Quote:
The sky was the color of a dead laptop display, silver gray and full of rain.
