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"Chris Faulkner has just landed the job of his life. But Shorn Associates are market leaders in Conflict Investment. They expect results, they expect the best. Chris has one very high-profile kill to his credit already, but he will have to drive hard and go for kill after kill if he's to keep his bosses happy. All he has to do in the meantime is keep his marriage alive. And himself..." "Thirty years from now the big movers in global capitalism have moved on from commodities. The big money is in Conflict Investment. And that's where Shorn
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"Chris Faulkner has just landed the job of his life. But Shorn Associates are market leaders in Conflict Investment. They expect results, they expect the best. Chris has one very high-profile kill to his credit already, but he will have to drive hard and go for kill after kill if he's to keep his bosses happy. All he has to do in the meantime is keep his marriage alive. And himself..." "Thirty years from now the big movers in global capitalism have moved on from commodities. The big money is in Conflict Investment. And that's where Shorn Associates comes in. They keep a careful watch on the wars of liberation and revolution that burn constantly around the world. They gauge who the winners will be and sell them arms, intelligence and power. In return for a slice of the action when the war is won. The reward for the investors? A stake in the new nation." "It's cynical, brutal and it has nothing to do with democracy and the rule of law. So what else is new?" "The executives in this lethal game bid for contracts, fight for promotion, secure their lives on the roads. Fighting lethal duels in souped-up, heavily armoured cars on the empty motorways of the future." Has Chris Faulkner got what it takes to make a real killing?
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Andrew Leonard
Richard K. Morgan is one of science fiction's bright young lights, a crisp stylist who demonstrates equal facility with action scenes and angst. His debut, Altered Carbon (2003), a masterly reworking of the cyberpunk and noir genres, won him immediate attention in the S.F. universe -- and a lucrative movie deal from Joel Silver, the producer of ''The Matrix.'' Morgan's second novel, Broken Angels, solidified his reputation. His new book is a darker, angrier piece of work. For Chris Faulkner, even the daily drive to work is a life-or-death struggle. You never know when a colleague from across the hall might try to run you down.
— The New York Times
Bill Sheehan
After making his name with a pair of hyperviolent, far-future SF thrillers (Altered Carbon and Broken Angels), Richard K. Morgan has altered course just slightly with Market Forces, a hyperviolent, near-future thriller that offers a stinging indictment of predatory corporate practices. An angrier, more ambitious book than its predecessors, Morgan's latest is the work of a man whose formidable talents are not yet fully under control.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Morgan's brutal, provocative third novel (after Altered Carbon and Broken Angels) charts the moral re-education of executive Chris Faulkner, who joins notoriously successful Shorn Associates, which specializes in "conflict investment"-financing totalitarian regimes, as well as guerrilla movements, in developing countries that are never allowed to develop. Taking his theme from such well-known critics of Western capitalism as Noam Chomsky, Susan George and Michael Moore (all listed as sources), the author presents a bleak near-future that includes continuing job loss through NAFTA, the undermining of national economies like that of China and the creation of a permanent underclass. Faulkner and other company hotshots compete in highly dangerous, often fatal car races, which reflect the ruthlessness of their corporate careers. Faulkner's auto-mechanic wife, Carla, strives to humanize him, but he will have to kill a lot of people with his car, guns and, in the penultimate bloodbath, a baseball bat before seeing the error of his ways. While some may be put off by the graphic violence and the heavy-handed polemics, most readers will find Morgan's economic extrapolation convincing and compelling. Agent, Susan Howe. (Mar. 1) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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"Simon Vance performs the work with the perfect amount of flexibility to make the listener empathize with a cadre of corporate killers. And even root for them." —-AudioFile
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780575075122
  • Publisher: Gardners Books
  • Publication date: 3/4/2004

Meet the Author


Richard K. Morgan is the acclaimed author of Market Forces, Broken Angels, and Altered Carbon, a New York Times Notable Book.

Simon Vance has recorded over four hundred audiobooks and has earned over twenty AudioFile Earphones Awards, including for his narration of Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini. He is also the recipient of five coveted Audie Awards, including one for The King's Speech by Mark Logue and Peter Conradi, and he was named an AudioFile Best Voice of 2009.

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Market Forces


By Richard Morgan

Random House

Richard Morgan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0345457765


Chapter One

Awake.

Jackknifed there in sweat.

Fragments of the dream still pinning his breath in his throat and his face into the pillow, mind reeling in the darkened room . . .

Reality settled over him like a fresh sheet. He was home.

He heaved a shuddering sigh and groped for the glass of water beside the bed. In the dream he'd been falling to and then through the tiles of the supermarket floor.

On the other side of the bed Carla stirred and laid a hand on him.

"Chris?"

" 'S okay. Dream." He gulped from the glass. "Bad dream, 's all."

"Murcheson again?"

He paused, peculiarly unwilling to correct her assumption. He didn't dream about Murcheson's screaming death much anymore. He shivered a little. Carla sighed and pulled herself closer to him. She took his hand and pressed it onto one full breast.

"My father would just love this. Deep stirrings of conscience. He's always said you haven't got one."

"Right." Chris lifted the alarm clock and focused on it. Three twenty. Just perfect. He knew he wouldn't get back to sleep for a while. Just fucking perfect. He flopped back, immobile. "Your father has convenient amnesia when it comes to clearing the rent."

"Money talks. Why'd you think I married you?"

He rolled his head and butted her gently on the nose. "Are you taking thepiss out of me?"

For answer she reached down for his prick and rolled it through her fingers. "No. I'm winding you up," she whispered.

As they drew together he felt the hot gust of desire for her blowing out the dream, but he was slow to harden under her hand. It was only in the final throes of climax that he finally let go.

Falling.


It was raining when the alarm sounded. Soft hiss outside the open window like an untuned TV at very low volume. He snapped off the bleeper, lay listening to the rain for a few moments, and then slid out of the bed without waking Carla.

In the kitchen he set up the coffee machine, ducked into the shower, and got out in time to steam milk for Carla's cappuccino. He delivered it to her bedside, kissed her awake, and pointed it out. She'd probably drift off to sleep again and drink it cold when she finally got up. He lifted clothes from the wardrobe--plain white shirt, one of the dark Italian suits, the Argentine leather shoes. He took them downstairs.

Dressed but untied, he carried his own double espresso into the living room with a slice of toast to watch the seven o'clock bulletins. There was, as usual, a lot of detailed foreign commentary, and it was time to go before the Promotions & Appointments spot rolled around. He shrugged, killed the TV, and only remembered to knot his tie when he caught himself in the hall mirror. Carla was just making awake noises as he slipped out of the front door and disabled the alarms on the Saab.

He stood in the light rain for a long moment, looking at the car. Soft beads of water glistening on the cold gray metal. Finally, he grinned.

"Conflict Investment, here we come," he muttered, and got in.

He got the bulletins on the radio. They started Promotions & Appointments as he hit the Elsenham junction ramp. Liz Linshaw's husky tones, just a touch of the cordoned zones to roughen up the otherwise cultured voice. On TV she dressed like a cross between a government arbitrator and a catered-party exotic dancer, and in the last two years she had graced the pages of every men's lifestyle magazine on the rack. The discerning exec's wet dream and by popular acclaim the AM ratings queen of the nation.

"--very few challenges on the roads this week," she told him huskily. "The Congo bid play-off we've all been waiting on is postponed till next week. You can blame the weather forecasts for that, though it looks from my window as if those guys have blown it again. There's less rain coming down than we had for Saunders/Nakamura. Still nothing on the no-name orbital call out for Mike Bryant at Shorn Associates, don't know where you've got to, Mike, but if you can hear me we're anxious to hear from you. And so to new appointments this week--Jeremy Tealby makes partner at Collister Maclean, I think we've all seen that coming for a long time now; and Carol Dexter upgrades to senior market overseer for Mariner Sketch following her spectacular performance last week against Roger Inglis. Now back to Shorn again for word of a strong newcomer in the Conflict Investment division--"

Chris's eyes flickered from the road to the radio. He touched up the volume a notch.

"--Christopher Faulkner, headhunted from investment giants Hammett McColl where he's already made a name for himself in Emerging Markets. Regular Prom and App followers may recall Chris's remarkable string of successes at Hammett McColl, commencing with the swift elimination of rival Edward Quain, an exec some twenty years his senior at the time. Vindication of the move came rapidly when--" Excitement ran an abrupt slice into her voice: "Oh, and this just in from our helicopter team. The no-name call out on Mike Bryant has broken, with two of the challengers down past junction twenty-two and the third signaling a withdrawal. Bryant's vehicle has apparently sustained minimal damage, and he's on his way in now. We'll have in-depth coverage and an exclusive interview for the lunchtime edition. Looks like the start of a good week for Shorn Associates, then, and I'm afraid that's all we've got time for this morning, so back to the Current Affairs desk. Paul."

"Thank you, Liz. First up, the falling rates of production in the manufacturing sector threaten a further ten thousand jobs across the NAFTA territories, according to an analysis by the Glasgow-based Independent News Group. A Trade and Finance Commission spokesman has called the report 'subversively negative.' More on the--"

Chris tuned it out, vaguely annoyed that Bryant's no-name scuffle had knocked his name off Liz Linshaw's crimson lips. The rain had stopped, and his wipers were beginning to squeak. He switched them off and shot a glance at the dashboard clock. He was still running early.

The proximity alarm chimed.

He caught the accelerating shape in the otherwise deserted rearview and slewed reflexively right. Into the next lane, brake back. As the other vehicle drew level, he relaxed. The car was battered and primer-painted in mottled tan, custom-built like his own but not by anyone who had any clue about road raging. Heavy steel barbs welded onto the front fenders, bulky external armoring folded around the front wheels and jutting back to the doors. The rear wheels were broad-tired to provide some maneuvering stability, but it was still clear from the way the car moved that it was carrying far too much weight.

No-namer.

Like fifteen-year-old cordoned-zone thugs, they were often the most dangerous because they had the most to prove, the least to lose. The other driver was hidden behind a slat-protected side window, but Chris could see movement. He thought he made out the glimmer of a pale face. Along the car's flank flashed the driver number in luminous yellow paint. He sighed and reached for the comset.

"Driver Control," said an anonymous male voice.

"This is Chris Faulkner of Shorn Associates, driver clearance 260B354R, inbound on M11 past junction ten. I have a possible no-name challenger number X23657."

"Checking. A moment please."

Chris began to build his speed, gradually so that the no-namer would soak up the acceleration without tripping into fight mode. By the time the controller came back on, they were pacing each other at about 140 kilometers an hour.

"That's confirmed, Faulkner. Your challenger is Simon Fletcher, freelance legal analyst."

Chris grunted. Unemployed lawyer.

"Challenge filed at 8:04. There's a bulk transporter in the slow lane passing junction eight, automated. Heavy load. Otherwise no traffic. You are cleared to proceed."

Chris floored it.

He made a full car length and slewed back in front of the other vehicle, forcing Fletcher to a split-second decision. Ram or brake. The tan car dropped away, and Chris smiled a little. The brake reflex was instinctive. You had to have a whole different set of responses drilled into you before you could switch it off. After all, Fletcher should have wanted to ram him. It was a standard duel tactic. Instead, his instincts had gotten the better of him.

This isn't going to last long.

The lawyer accelerated again, closing. Chris let him get within about a meter of his rear fender, then hauled out and braked. The other car shot ahead and Chris tucked in behind.

Junction eight flashed past. Inside the London orbital now, almost into the zones. Chris calculated the distance to the underpass, nudged forward, and tapped at Fletcher's rear. The lawyer shot away from the contact. Chris checked his speed display and upped it. Another tap. Another forward flinch. The automated haulage transport appeared like a monstrous metal caterpillar, ballooned in the slow lane, and then dropped behind just as rapidly. The underpass came into sight. Concrete yellowed with age, stained with faded graffiti that predated the five-meter exclusion fencing. The fence stuck up over the parapet, topped with springy rolls of razor wire. Chris had heard it carried killing voltage.

He gave Fletcher another shove and then slowed to let him dive into the tunnel like a spooked rabbit. A couple of seconds of gentle braking, then accelerate again and in after him.

Shutdown time.

Beneath the weight of the tunnel's roof, things were different. Yellow lights above, two tip-to-tail rows of them like tracer fire along the ceiling. Ghostly white emergency exit signs at intervals along the walls. No breakdown lane, just a scuffed and broken line to mark the edge of the metaled road and a thin concrete path for maintenance workers. A sudden first-person-viewpoint arcade game. Enhanced sense of speed, fear of wall impact and dark.

Chris found Fletcher and closed. The lawyer was rattled--telegraphed clearly in the jerky way the car was handling. Chris took a wide swing out into the other lanes so that he'd disappear from Fletcher's rearview mirror and matched velocities dead level. One hundred and forty on the speedo again--both cars were running dead level, and the underpass was only eight kilometers long. Make it quick. Chris closed the gap between the two cars by a meter, flicked on his interior light, and, leaning across to the passenger-side window, raised one hand in stiff farewell. With the light on, Fletcher couldn't fail to see it. He held the pose for a long moment, then snapped the hand into a closed fist with the thumb pointing down. At the same time, he slewed the car one-handed across the intervening lane.

The results were gratifying.

Fletcher must have been watching the farewell gesture, not the road ahead, and he forgot where he was. He jerked his car aside, pulled too far, and broadsided the wall in a shower of sparks. The primer-painted car staggered drunkenly, raked fire off the concrete once more, and bounced away in Chris's wake, tires shrieking. Chris watched in the mirror as the lawyer braked his vehicle to a sprawling halt sideways across two lanes. He grinned and slowed to about fifty, waiting to see if Fletcher would pick up the challenge again. The other car showed no sign of restarting. It was still stationary when he hit the upward incline at the far end of the underpass and lost sight of it.

"Wise man," he murmured to himself.

He emerged from the tunnel into an unexpected patch of sunlight. The road vaulted, climbing onto a long raised curve that swept in over the expanses of zoneland and angled toward the cluster of towers at the heart of the city. Sunlight struck down in selective rays. The towers gleamed.

He accelerated into the curve.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2007

    Best Sci Fi Novel I ever read

    This novel takes place in the near future and puts into place so many great ideas and concepts of a living breathing sci-fi world. The best part about the story is that you are totally immersed in the story's setting. Read the other reviews for a basic plot out line...i read this book over a year ago and will pick it up again to re-read it. Richard Morgan's stuff is just begging to be made into movies and this novel is his best. I cannot wait for the sequel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2007

    Much better towards the end

    I will attempt to avoid the more political aspects of this novel, as some reviewers here have focussed on, and instead try to approach it as a Richard K. Morgan thriller, pure and simple. As a reader of his Takeshi Kovacs sci-noir novels, I was approaching this book as a welcome change of pace from the 25th Century and quite looking forward to it. I was a little chagrined to see that, unlike the abrupt change of genre William Gibson took in 'Pattern Recognition,' Morgan still based his new novel in a late-21st Century setting, vaguely recognizable but still different. Disappointed in this, and not at all pleased at seeing Morgan (self-admittedly) wear the influences of 'Rollerball' and 'Mad Max' on his sleeve, I very much adopted a 'who cares?' attitude towards this book and was frankly tired of Morgan's anti-laissez-faire-capitalism stance by the first third or so of the story. Also, Chris Faulkner's marital problems and full-blown plunging into the decadence of corporate life at Shorn Associates seemed very out of character for him and, though vital to an appreciation of Faulkner's motivations, especially in the latter stages of the story, was not at all well-explained. Nevertheless, the further time you spend with the story, the more you realize that, just as happens with Chris Faulkner, the manic pace of this period's corporate society will indeed confuse and bewilder you much as it does Faulkner. There is still so much that is a cipher in this book -- frankly, I cannot believe that even mega-corporations will ever be allowed to suspend civil liberties in their respective nations, much less the Third World, to the extent seen in 'Market Forces.' Nor, frankly, does Morgan provide a compelling reason why this in fact happened in his story. In this fashion, while not as severely, Morgan falls into the same trap with his world-building as George Orwell did in '1984:' namely, the macrocosmic situation serves merely to service the plot and does not really stand up to scrutiny. However, again as with '1984,' by the time you get to the final third of 'Market Forces,' you won't mind too much, as Morgan ramps up the action and emotions quite well, in a totally believable fashion that makes you wonder, frankly, just HOW anti-corporation Morgan truly is. In the end, 'Market Forces,' while still nowhere near Morgan's best Takeshi Kovacs effort, is a satisfying novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2006

    Survival of the fittest

    This is an interesting book that postulates a future 'de-evolution' of modern society. With greedy corporations calling all the global shots, the gulf between the have and have-nots has grown to alarming proportions. A handful of investment firms now dictate world economic policy, with an eye to keeping themselves firmly entrenched in power and the powerless right where they are. A pecking order is established among those vying for number one status through a unique kind of duel- not with guns, but cars. It becomes standard policy to challenge your corporate rivals to a violent road race where only the most ruthless survive, a clear metaphor for a primitive, Darwinian survival of the fittest. The unbridled violence unleashed by this winner-take-all free-for-all keeps the story moving at a fast clip, as gory as it is. Far from being a novel of redemption as you might expect at the end, Market Forces is instead a somber speculation of what could happen if corporations were unleashed to do whatever it takes to fatten their bottom line, with no regard whatsoever for the well being of the less fortunate. While there are glimpses of a kind of Wild West justice at times, mostly the story is sobering in its portray of a future society where pure capitalism without charity rules, where only those totally lacking in morals or compassion become celebrities and hold all the cards. It¿s a fascinating future to imagine, but one that would be disastrous in reality. More than anything, Market Forces is a warning about the direction we might take (or are taking, as some would say) as corporations grow bigger, executives wealthier, and the average worker marginalized, outsourced, or sent packing. Recommended. Also read An Audience for Einstein by Mark Wakely, a clever story about a major medical discovery with worrisome implications for the future of mankind.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    gloom and doom future

    In the middle of the twenty-first century, the market place controls all aspects of life with no governmental redistribution of wealth to interfere. In this global economy the big money makers are those who peddle Conflict Investments; there is a large and continuous market for the selling of all types of arms to small insurgent bands at a phenomenal price while encouraging the guerilla bands to make war not love. Recently safety has become an issue for the affluent.--- Chris Faulkner of Shorn Associates has become a successful salesman peddling arms and related equipment. The Brit enjoys his literally cut throat job especially the executive perks such as driving a car and killing other road hogs. However, he has recently made a mistake by allowing mercy to someone he defeated during a road rage skirmish. He vows to never again allow his conscience to get in the way of his lifestyle. His chance surfaces when the eternal South American coup d¿etat may be out of control. Though wary and thinking back excessively to his ghetto roots, Chris plans to rectify this problem.--- This gloom and doom future will not be one to worry about social security as no social or security seems to be the norm in Richard K. Morgan¿s dark satirical spin of MARKET FORCES out of control. The story line paints a grim future in which to paraphrase Jessie Ventura as the wrestler not the governor that it is not whether you win or lose, but how well you cheat. Though Chris¿ growing disaffection is not adequately explained, the Enron and Bush-Blair economics are taken to the extreme in this powerful condemnation of a systematic handout to the rich while everyone else pays the price.

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