Terminal café

by Ian McDonald

Ian MacDonald explores the gestalt of transhumanism in a radically unfamiliar dystopian future. **Terminal Cafe** projects the future of the United States if we stopped pretending Brazil doesn't exist and embraced the Afro-Carribbean elements of our memetic function. This book is a hideously detailed, grotesquely erogenous exploration of a future that, correct me if wrong but virtually nobody since the 1980s has seriously looked at. If you geek out over the unique and Byzantinely complex, this book should leave you hankering for more; unfortunately there is no more, at least as far as I know he has never written a prequel or sequel. Too bad! The astrological-scale themes he deftly maneuvers into position stretch the imagination to such an extent that you might forgive some cartoonish characters. Actually, MacDonald's heroes are realistically imperfect: the powerful lawyer YoYo Mok comes from a really bad neighborhood, for instance, and she has a believable backstory with which Asian cy