Altered Carbon is quite a ride, steaming through a landscape full of well-applied clichés and with enough innovation to make the trip interesting. One cyber-fiction cliché that is missing, though, is that of the young outsider who suddenly finds himself too deep in something – instead we have Takeshi Kovacs, a man who has, so to speak, spent most of his life diving head-first into shit creek. The environment he moves in is one littered with drugs, violence and prostitution – a world where money speaks and those who don’t have any are bent over for those who do. Classic cyberpunk corruption, in short.

Kovacs has been, by way of what we could call “an offer he can’t refuse”, contracted to investigate the death Laurens Bancroft – one of those who have money. The police have written off the case as suicide, but Bancroft himself insists, contrary to the evidence, that he was murdered. Ah, yes – in the the future crafted by Morgan real death only happens if the “cortical stack” in which the mind is digitized is damaged, and men like Bancroft evade even that risk by remote storage. Still, there is a gap since Bancroft’s last back-up, and Kovacs sets out to find seek truth in a web of corruption and vendetta.

In all honesty, Altered Carbon is pretty much raw pulp, but it is well written pulp that, as Peter F. Hamilton blurbs, “hits the floor running and then starts to accelerate”. The first person narrative – you can’t write a detective tale any other way, can you? – is the kind that manages to be graphically vivid while keeping the pace up as an intriguing yarn with plenty of twists is unraveled.

I loved Altered Carbon, and I doubt anyone who is appealed by the concept of cyberpunk and gritty noir blended will be disappointed. I am certainly going to grab the sequels as soon as possible.

Related links:
Altered Carbon at Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk
Official Homepage
Richard Morgan at Wikipedia