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Yeah, I'm currently reading this.

For those of you who's read it, how would you describe the prose? I'm trying to describe it myself, but I'm having a hard time coming up with a fitting description. It's... too "writerly", it's like a parody of how a writer writes. It's film noir narration mixed with a failed attempt at being cool. It's too cool. So it turns cheesy and parodic.

I think that's actually the most accurate I can describe it, almost every sentence in the book feels like it's taken right out of some film-noir parody.

There's some hardboiled in there too, but that's a given because of the film-noir influence.

Especially sentences like these, are what I'm referring to:

Opening line of book, "The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."

"Under bright ghosts burning through a blue haze of cigarette smoke, holograms of Wizard's Castle, Tank War Europa, the New York skyline... And now he remembered her that way, her face bathed in restless laser light, features reduced to a code: her cheekbones flaring scarlet as Wizard's Castle burned, forehead drenched with azure when Munich fell to the Tank War, mouth touched with hot gold as a gliding cursor struck sparks from the wall of a skyscraper canyon."

Laughable right? I'd like to hear Chuck's comments if anyone were to submit writing like that.

"He looked back as the plastic door swung shut behind him, saw her eyes reflected in a cage of red neon."

Character is looking at shurikens:

"They caught the street's neon and twisted it, and it came to Case that these were the stars under which he voyaged, his destiny spelled out in a constellation of cheap chrome."

The whole book is like that. Just horrible.