For weeks I’ve been earnestly waiting for the release of Ian McEwan’s latest novel, Machines Like Me. McEwan is one of my favourite authors, he has an uncanny ability to be able to build a series of apparently independent scenes which, only when reviewed in the full context of the story, mesh beautifully with the theme of the novel. So when it was announced that he was to release a science-fiction novel I was ecstatic, especially one dealing with artificial intelligence. So, when it arrived I jumped straight in.
You know that YouTube blackhole that’s it’s easy to get sucked into? One minute you’re watching a video showing you how to make a great beef stroganoff, you click on the next recommended video, and an hour later find yourself watching a three-hour ASMR video on the Mexican moon landing conspiracy?
Well, that’s like me with second-hand books.