Inversions, by Iain M. Banks

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Christy read this and then gave it to me. It didn’t do a lot for me. Several of my friends really like Iain Banks, so I keep on trying his work, but very little of it sticks with me. I think I have three or four of his books on my bookshelf, and I honestly couldn’t tell you anything about what happens in them without re-reading them, whereas there are books that I read once and grab me and stick in my memory. I mean, it’s competently executed, and a tolerable way to pass the time, but that’s about it. And since these reviews are my way of recording what struck me about a book, and I don’t have anything to say, I’m just using it as an excuse to comment about this weird disparity between the high regard people I know have of Banks and the disconnection I feel from his work. Anyway.