Funny thing, Inversions is the only Culture novel I haven’t read. Matter was decent, but I was slightly peeved by how three of the subplots just get instantly cut off towards the end with
the eldritch alien abomination escaping and killing everyone.
Also the ending had a lot of loose ends left untied - if it was like Surface Detail, which gave a brief summary of what happened to each character afterwards, I think it would’ve been much more satisfying.
Excession is decent too, though I remember its plot being a bit of an anticlimax. But the AI chat logs were pure gold. To this day I really can’t look at a single AI chat log anywhere without thinking of The Culture. Actually AIs in general automatically make me think of the Culture. I may be slightly obsessed, though.
Continued:
The Retreat at Cadracet
The Seastacks of Youmier
Absence of Gravitas
A Defeat of Echoes
Expiring Light
…And that’s all. Every time I read those excerpts, or think about this setting in general, I’m filled with a horrible longing. It’s probably not mentally healthy. The setting is devastatingly beautiful, moreso because it’s a place that will never exist. You can dream about it (and I have, multiple times) but you’ll never go there. Which hurts. Is that cringe? I bet so.