In the near future, science has discovered and investigated the reality of the soul, a top-secret facility on the ocean floor monitors the depths for creatures beyond human comprehension, and its eccentric inhabitants balance the familiar challenges of life, love and fulfillment with the surreal challenges of a continually shifting, mind-bending new reality.
There's a rule of science fiction writing that the stranger the content, the more straightforward should be the prose. Floornight does not follow this rule. In prose and content that both fly off as far as they want to go, is indulgent, it it weird, it is positively masturbatory. The thing about masturbation, though, is that while it is not reputable, it is a great deal of fun. So is Floornight.
Floornight's indulgence and freedom to disappear up its own beautiful asshole are hardly unconnected to the format in which it was published, or, more precisely, not: it was self-published, with no presumption of remuneration, on fanfiction/weird porn site Archive Of Our Own. The potential bad side of this is well known and the source of much mean-spirited humor directed at easy targets, but Floornight demonstrates how this can be good and glorious as well.
Having said that, I suspect it is very possible that - with some lengthening, some cleaning up of the prose, some of the polish that a skilled editor can provide - that this could be published one day as well. It recalls the speculative heights of Egan as well as the whimsical heroics of Stross; I would say that there is a market for it. At any rate I enjoyed it much more than I have much fiction that has been published.
Weird in the manner of classic hard SF; weird in the manner of metaphysical anime; weird in the manner of philosophers who run free, far from the assumptions they were brought up in, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of the multifaceted, ever-spinning crystal that is reality. Despite heavy emotional weight and voluminous strangeness, pretty lighthearted and fun! Recommended.
Nostalgebraist is really quite excellent at what they do. Recommended for Evangelion fans or anyone interested in somewhat bizarre web serials. The New City scenes in this are very impressive literary innovation.
This is a pretty bizarre story that shifts scope quite a bit. I had a lot of what the hell is going on moments as the story shifted dramatically each time. I like being thrown around for a ride like this and the ending was pretty dam amazing.
There are grammar errors and unless I misread, I didn't catch the whole point of Lah. There is no resolution for something apparently insanely powerful.
An undersea research station uses soul-splitting technology to fight a war against alien consciousness. I dig the big worldbuilding concepts at play here, both for themselves (iterated consciousness is one of my favorite speculative concepts, and I'm especially intrigued by its functions in the New City) and for the balls-to-the-wall willingness to take them to ever-weirder, ever-further extremes. The almost-fantastic conceptualization of the tech reminds me a little of Yoon Ha Lee and is suitability evocative and weird.
But my investment waned as this went on. Partially that's the consequence of a kitchen sink approach that means, inevitably, not all the elements will land (I'm particularly bored by the Wild Children society). But the core fault is that I don't care about the cast, which in turn ungrounds the way that branching/parallel lives direct the ending. They're too caricatured, too ironic for me to form an investment. So this is fun and fine, but I mostly appreciate for how it adds to my mental map of narratives playing with similar concepts.
incredibly clever concept and writing. really original mix of sci-fi and religious/mythological themes. i binged it in a few hours, totally unable to put it down. i imagine that the maximalist, self-indulgent writing style might be polarizing for its distinctly homebrewed quality - but i personally found it refreshing.
the copious use of suspense, in everything from character development to exposition of world mechanics, made the writing actually feel too clever/confusing for its own good at times - but the constant mind-bending is part of the unique fun of the story. (having finished it now, i'm about 70% sure that it all adds up and makes sense?)
reminded me of Unsong, another cosmically-proportioned and wit-soaked internet serial fiction. i would recommend that fans of either one check out the other.
Cool and weird (weirder than TNC). I should reread it sometime now that I know what's going on. (there was some amount of confusion on my part, and idk how much was due to my inattentive reading, how much was intentional, and how much was just due to Floornight's "draft" status.)
I'm fairly certain Nostalgebraist *aims* for a reader to have no idea what's going on by the end of a story. That's not a bad thing, by any means. Floornight was, well, imagine if a rationalist wrote a Pacific Rim novel while doing [insert hallucinogen here. I know jack shit about the kind of hallucination you take drugs to *induce*—call me back when you can generate hallucinations without lazy cheats].
Of all the science fiction I've read, this was the most simultaneously sciency and fictional.
The ending was a major letdown, almost disgustingly flat, but the execution of the pneuma theory throughout the story and some really entertaining and/or true-to-life characters make this a book I may not remember forever, but whenever I do remember it, it will be in admiration.
Leonard Cohen does Stanislaw Lem. Floornight is so blatantly steeped in Evangelion's free association and helplessness and internal paroxysms that I initially took it for an unflagged satire of it. (The LCL is NGE if you know what I mean.) But it's more than its sources. Simultaneously more playful and less nonsensical than them.
Among other things it's about two kinds of barbarism: superstitious primitivism and high-modern brutality. It is hard to empathise with the characters who blithely torment obviously sensitive and sentient people - it feels like a narrative trick to make such people. But our factory farms are the obvious current counterpoint.
One way in which it surpasses almost all science fiction is the attempt to make the new physics consistent and to write technical characters who actually approach it as a technical problem, with unreliable data, excessively strong assumptions, projection of the true theory into a low dimensional effective theory for the benefit of the manager character and us. For once its technical jargon is not just sciencey adornment.
It is easy to misread. For instance, consider the holy poverty of the Iah cult triumphant, the fideist primitives who destroy the decadent technological society. Is their victory a political statement? Aficionados of the man know that the holy warrior children are instead inspired by Henry Darger's dark dreams.
One thing which does seem clear to me, on the other hand, is its critique of moral ambition / monomania. Martin is at various times either the creator or liberator of the dark city: his grandiosity and abstraction and will to power are equally suited to work great good or great evil.
One of the few web-serial tropes it would be better without is the daffy / abrupt making out. (But the book needs silly joy quite badly, so never mind.)
It's a very ambiguous ending, as in its forebears.
Surprisingly good for the micro-genre of "talented GR reviewers who also write fiction," certainly better than most sci-fi out there. In terms of comparisons with other authors, probably closest in style/content to Qntm. (Incidentally, the pneuma/soul field described in Floornightdoes in fact exist, oddly enough.)