


Plus, pages and pages were devoted to explaining the alternative history when it could’ve been more integrated into the plot-details only appearing when relevant-or at least summarized with far fewer words. My main gripe with Machines is the long digression on the P versus NP problem, which could’ve been boiled down to a paragraph for the sake of moving the story along.

If he were tasked with writing instruction manuals, they’d be page-turners. As one member of my book club put it, “I’d read anything he wrote.” Yes. I can’t say it was my favorite of his, but he set the bar pretty high with Atonement and On Chesil Beach. Ian McEwan’s first “sci-fi” novel, Machines Like Me, published earlier this year, has not been getting the best reviews, but I found it enjoyable to read.
