I just finished reading Neal Stephenson's recently rereleased first novel,
The Big U. I found it very enjoyable (perhaps partly because I have
been hanging around universities, as either a student or employee, for the
best part of a decade, though perhaps not); other than a few loose ends, it
is as characteristically rich in plot, humour and inventiveness as Stephenson's
subsequent works. (Stephenson, who reluctantly agreed to rerelease The Big
U to keep people from selling internal organs to buy rare copies on eBay,
is on record as deprecating it as a mediocre early work and not worth reading;
pay no heed to this, for it is quite good.)
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