Thirded on the The Atrocity Archives. Fantastic at all levels.
Rich Borroffsays:
Charles Stross’ new novel of the Laundry files, The Fuller Memorandum was just released. I got my copy yesterday, and it looks like another ripping good yarn.
One of the funniest things about Atrocity Archives is Stross’ descriptions of corporate bureaucracy. Here’s one of my favorite passages:
“The offices … are typical cubicle hell: anonymous beige fabric partitions dividing up little slices of corporate life. The photocopier hulks like an altar beneath a wall with devotional scriptures — the company’s code of conduct, lists of compulsory employee self-actualization, training courses, that sort of thing … There’s a mass of Dilbert cartoons pinned to the side of his partition, spoor of a mildly rebellious mind-set; doubtless middle managers prowl round the warren before any visit from the upper echelons, tearing down such images that signal dissent … Poor bastard, what must it be like to be stuck here … at the heart of the new industrial revolution, never knowing where the lightning’s going to strike next?”
I second the recommendation for Atrocity Archives. Totally hilarious, geeky, comedy horror.
Thirded on the The Atrocity Archives. Fantastic at all levels.
Charles Stross’ new novel of the Laundry files, The Fuller Memorandum was just released. I got my copy yesterday, and it looks like another ripping good yarn.
One of the funniest things about Atrocity Archives is Stross’ descriptions of corporate bureaucracy. Here’s one of my favorite passages:
“The offices … are typical cubicle hell: anonymous beige fabric partitions dividing up little slices of corporate life. The photocopier hulks like an altar beneath a wall with devotional scriptures — the company’s code of conduct, lists of compulsory employee self-actualization, training courses, that sort of thing … There’s a mass of Dilbert cartoons pinned to the side of his partition, spoor of a mildly rebellious mind-set; doubtless middle managers prowl round the warren before any visit from the upper echelons, tearing down such images that signal dissent … Poor bastard, what must it be like to be stuck here … at the heart of the new industrial revolution, never knowing where the lightning’s going to strike next?”