Last week, I beat up William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition, calling it “terribly contrived” story, and suggested that it was a mediocre novel.
I’ve since finished reading it and I have to say I’ve had a change of heart. In all fairness, it finishes better than I expected. By the time I reached the end, I’d even say that I was, gasp, enjoying it.
I still wouldn’t consider it to be a great novel, but it was certainly better than mediocre, and not at all deserving of my initial comments.
Ken Dyck 