

On a semi-related note, I recently got around to reading Kim Stanley Robinson’s The Ministry for the Future (loved the Mars trilogy and thought I should get to his latest), and this chapter had me wanting to give up sci fi as well, so I will subject you all to it:
I am a secret so everyone can know me. First you must count every part of me, then translate those parts into signs that do not describe me. Together we are shackled, and with the sign that does not describe me you can open me up and read me as I am. People will give you their promises for me, and if wrongdoers try to take me away from you, you can find me and tell the world where I am hidden. I began as a silent speaking, a key to open every door; now that I have opened all the front doors, I am the key that locks the back doors by which wrongdoers try to escape the scene of the crime. I am the nothing that makes everything happen. You don’t know me, you don’t understand me; and yet still, if you want justice, I will help you to find it. I am blockchain. I am encryption. I am code. Now put me to use.
It’s one of the most unevenly written works I’ve ever read. The opening chapter is absolutely harrowing,and many of the subplots are pretty interesting. It’s not like KSR is a cryptobro, he offers plenty of critique of bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies in the novel, he just adopts “blockchain” as a handwave-y fix for financial transparency. It’s also at least interesting to see attempts at optimistic climate fiction, but I think the novel could do with a couple hundred fewer pages.
His attempts at Steinbeck sprinkled throughout, of which that chapter is the worst, are universally terrible, though.