| Crache
by Mark Budz pub: Bantam Books. 368 page paperback.
Price: $ 6.99 (US), $10.99 (CAN). ISBN: 0-553-58659-9). check
out website: www.bantamdell.com
By
all accounts, Mark Budz's first novel, 'Clade', went down rather well. Nominated
for the Philip K. Dick Memorial Award, it's attracted numerous snippets of praise
from such authors as David Brin and Kevin J. Anderson. Inside the front jacket
of Budz's second novel, 'Crache', Anderson even goes so far as to say, 'Budz may
well have created a new genre: BioPunk.'
Er, not quite. A few others such
as Paul Di Filippo and his ilk got there first with the hard-core stuff and you
can safely argue that bio-technology has always had a fairly significant bit-part
to play in the evolution of the cyberpunk genre. It is though a useful quote when
it comes to letting the reader know what to expect out of the novel: cyberpunk
essentially, but strained through a bio-tech filter. Out in the Kuiper
Belt, the environment (termed the ecotecture in Budz's bioengineered universe)
is mysteriously starting to degrade on an asteroid called Mymercia. It falls to
three separate individuals to combine their efforts and stop the deadly degradation
spreading: Fola Hanani, molectrician and former Jesuette missionary; gengineer
and White Rain drug addict A. Rexx and former musician now crippled migrant worker
L. Mariachi. Somehow they and their IA's (Intelligent Agents, artificial intelligence
helpers at loose in the datasphere) have to first work out what's going on, deal
with their individual demons and then work out how to stop it. All the time working
against some fairly insurmountable odds. 
It's a fairly functional plot, but there are enough neat twists and kinks to keep
the reader interested. The problem is that the majority of it is written in that
peculiarly staccato cyberpunk style that always seems to be trying to trumpet
style over content, coming across more like a half-formed film script than an
actual novel. To get away with it you have to be a truly great writer, but too
much of what Budz has committed to the page here is muddled and difficult to penetrate.
Occasionally, he'll put his foot down, throttle up through the narrative gears
and deliver a really compelling scene, but not often enough to imbue the book
with any real momentum. It's a shame because some of the 'biopunk' concepts
of Budz's post-ecocaust solar system, such as the clades into which humanity and
what bits of the biosphere are left are sorted, are intriguing. He's also playing
some slyly entertaining games with language, too, such as describing arrogant
Caucasians as being 'caucsure', leaving you to suspect that somewhere down the
line Budz is going to come up with something really impressive. Not yet,
though. 'Crache' is a good bet for dyed-in-the-wool cyberpunk fans who fancy something
a little different or people who want to see how the world Budz created in 'Clade'
is progressing. Casual readers though are as likely to find it as infuriating
as it is interesting.
Andy Stout
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