Virtual Death by Shale Aaron
What can you say about a pulp cyberpunk that seemingly no one has heard of? That it’s epic. From the ideas, to the strange characters and silly nuances of the constrained world in which I found myself, I fell in love with everyone. But none moreso than Lydia, death artist extraordinaire.
She is teen angst personified, the placid victim of Big Brother celebrity culture gone even more extreme. She drifts through her life and deaths almost without caring and is a poster child for depression (funny as her friend is a stand-up comic who specialises in depression).
To be honest, I don’t remember the end of this, but I vividly remember the journey, as an allegory for life in a book all about death, that’s all rather poignant, I think.