Book discussion of Feersum Endjinn (Iain M. Banks). Having read all the other sci -fi novels by Banks, I’d originally been put off this one since it. Some may come to Feersum Endjinn through the much admired writing of Banks as novelist Iain Banks. To those not even mildly conversant. Buy Feersum Endjinn by Iain M. Banks from Amazon’s Fiction Books Store. Everyday low prices on a huge range of new releases and classic fiction.

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Give it time and you get used to it, but it does make the novel slower to read. I mean, in the end it’s just dust. O yes hangin on 2 thi bak ov thi truk rolin along thi clif rode. Feersum Endjinn is told from four alternating perspectives, and much of the pleasure of this book is slowly piecing together who the narrators are, what situations they face, a slow reveal of the very strange and complex world that surrounds them, and finally the ways in which they are connected, which all gets elegantly tied together at the end.

The crumpled ground the convoy moved across with such exquisite slowness was the wreckage of five or six floors, compressed by the cataclysm that had befallen this section of the fastness to a height of less than two great storeys, and was still shaken every year or so by smaller earthquakes.

Adijine had woken – still sated but desiring some form of diversion – a little earlier, in what might fairly be termed the middle of the night.

The predicted-motion discrepancy factor for certain of the stones during the period they were forming the current pattern was as high as sixty per cent. Peter Kenny is the incredibly talented narrator of most of Iain M.

Thats a lot to say without giving away the rest of the plot – one last interesting element: The doctor looked down at him, his face somehow familiar, his expression regretful. It was the day of the great curtain-wall road-race, held every year at the summer solstice. After his first three mainstream novels his publishers agreed to publish his first SF novel, Consider Phlebas.


He was in a hotel room; it was small and tawdry-looking. The struggling convoy accounted for a good sixth of the King’s military transport, and represented either a brilliant flanking manoeuvre to supply the beleaguered garrison of troops guarding the workings in the fifth-floor south-western solar, or a desperate and probably forlorn gamble to win a war that was not only unwinnable but anyway pointless; Sessine had still to decide which. It doesn’t feel as fully realised, to me, as Banks’ other books that I’ve read, anyway do.

Lookth moar like a albino cro, akchooly. Silk sheets, brocade canopy, oil paintings on the wall, rugs on the floor, wooden panelling, tall windows. Also, we earn referral fees when you click our sponsored ads. Then Lucia Chimbers appeared with some clothes and took her to a side room where she showed her how to put on shorts, pants and a shirt.

The point of view for each chapter changes from character to character, and one young lad, Bascule, who turns out to be central to the plot is writing his experiences down in a journal. I had no idea there was one until your review. There were Engineers on their side – just as there were dissident Cryptographers, Scientists and members of other clans on the other side – but too few, and like so many Scientists Gadfium had had to shoulder the extra burden of trying to think on an industrially practical scale.

Gadfium had known her at university forty years earlier. Dat birdz probly 8 it by now! He fillz his glas wif more wine; it steamz in thi cold air.

There was a snap. He lifted a pair of all-band field glasses from a hook inside the hatch and scanned his surroundings again, but the effect, and particularly the sense of scale, was not the same.

Feersum Endjinn by Iain M. Banks

She gulped, looked at the smiling, shining face of Clispeir. Salt dust and sand swirled in twisted veils in front of her and the cold wind made her eyes water.

The volcanic mists did not appear to be dispersing; if anything they were growing thicker and more noxious.

Iss like sinkin in2 thi sky on thi other side ov thi Erf wifout goin thru thi whole fing furst. View all 4 comments.


If you can get past the one plot line that is written in its own English definitely difficult to readthen this is one of Banks’ better books, IMO. In a quiet, sing-song voice she said, ‘Sim-ple-ton. Sessine, if not as one of the Privileged then as a man who fdersum over the course of several lifetimes assiduously cultivated his own cultivation, was in practice if not in theory guaranteed a continued existence within the corpus as an individual.

This page was last edited on 27 Augustat He feersuj in the Cryptosphere, having lost his eighth and final real-world life, and now has eight virtual lives which rapidly dwindle to discover who has been plotting against him and why. Notify me of followup comments via e-mail.

The ostensible plot-driver is an interstellar cloud which, increasingly, is occluding solar radiation, threatening all life on the planet. A decent start to a Cold War fantasy series Nightflyers: He brushed some leaves off his shirt and out of his hair.

Now I did a sneaky thing — I love listening to Iain M. A warm wind rustled the leaves over her head. It irritates me how it seems to challenge people that much.


Twenty troops of his bodyguard were concealed behind the paper partitions lining the room. The plant-mass babilia, unique to the fastness and ubiquitous within it, coated all but the smoothest of vertical surfaces with tumescent hanging forests of lime-green, royal blue and pale, rusty orange; only the heights of scarred wall closest to the more actively venting fissures and fumaroles remained untouched by the tenacious vegetation.

They stood looking at their reflections in a long mirror for a moment. Or it may come from some system which isn’t part of the main corpus and which can’t communicate with it. A lot of my friends like it, and I like the Culture books.