I read Zodiac, by Neal Stephenson. Despite having liked other Stephenson things, I was still surprised to enjoy Zodiac. It says "an eco-thriller" on the front cover, which didn't endear it to me at all. The author's-notes style intro, in which it is revealed that the main character is "an asshole" was the first thing to suggest that maybe I would enjoy the book after all. And indeed, it was that, primarily, which made the book enjoyable; asshole is used in the nicest possible sense of the word. It's the first story I've encountered which glamorises ecological activism without tying it in to, and also glamorising, terrorism. Also without skimming over the fact that it really isn't glamorous to spend your time analysing filthy scum, unless you're a political reporter. Also, it should be noted that Stephenson didn't make that joke just there. It was me. I claim full responsibility.
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