The Quantum Thief [NOOK Book]

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Jean le Flambeur is a post-human criminal, mind burglar, confidence artist, and trickster. His origins are shrouded in mystery, but his exploits are known throughout the Heterarchy-- from breaking into the vast Zeusbrains of the Inner System to stealing rare Earth antiques from the aristocrats of Mars. Now he's confined inside the Dilemma Prison, where every day he has to get up and kill himself before his other self can kill him.

Rescued by the mysterious Mieli and her ...

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Jean le Flambeur is a post-human criminal, mind burglar, confidence artist, and trickster. His origins are shrouded in mystery, but his exploits are known throughout the Heterarchy-- from breaking into the vast Zeusbrains of the Inner System to stealing rare Earth antiques from the aristocrats of Mars. Now he's confined inside the Dilemma Prison, where every day he has to get up and kill himself before his other self can kill him.

Rescued by the mysterious Mieli and her flirtatious spacecraft, Jean is taken to the Oubliette, the Moving City of Mars, where time is currency, memories are treasures, and a moon-turnedsingularity lights the night. What Mieli offers is the chance to win back his freedom and the powers of his old self--in exchange for finishing the one heist he never quite managed.

As Jean undertakes a series of capers on behalf of Mieli and her mysterious masters, elsewhere in the Oubliette investigator Isidore Beautrelet is called in to investigate the murder of a chocolatier, and finds himself on the trail of an arch-criminal, a man named le Flambeur….

The Quantum Thief is a crazy joyride through the solar system several centuries hence, a world of marching cities, ubiquitous public-key encryption, people communicating by sharing memories, and a race of hyper-advanced humans who originated as MMORPG guild members. But for all its wonders, it is also a story powered by very human motives of betrayal, revenge, and jealousy. It is a stunning debut.

The Quantum Thief is a Kirkus Reviews Best of 2011 Science Fiction&Fantasy title.

One of Library Journal's Best SF/Fantasy Books of 2011

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Finnish novelist Hannu Rejaaniemi's debut novel staggers the imagination and defies attempts to describe it adequately. (Publisher's Weekly tried, mentioning its "mix of multiple narrative styles and viewpoints, elegant world building, and gonzo futurism," while also noting its elements of "cape novel, New Wave aesthetics, and theoretical physics.") The title character of Quantum Thief is a felon so talented that he is rescued from prison to match super-wits with creatures and battle conundrums that move too quickly for conventional pigeon-holing. A brilliant novel with "future cult favorite" embossed all over it. Editor's recommendation.

Sara Sklaroff
There are scores of complex ideas in this impressive first novel…
—The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Rajaniemi melds a caper novel, New Wave aesthetics, and theoretical physics into a stellar debut. Broken out of a quantum prison in which he'd been forced to play endless games of prisoner's dilemma, often against himself, master thief Jean le Flambeur is forced to take a job working for the mysterious and beautiful Mieli. They travel to Oubliette, a moving city on Mars where time and memory are quantifiable and transferrable goods, and privacy is paramount. Their nemesis, the detective Isidore, reports to the enigmatic tzaddiks, a group of self-appointed law enforcers. Rajaniemi deftly introduces nifty concepts: a society of quantum MMO players, public servants who have used their allotment of Time and must labor to earn more. The plot itself is straightforward, allowing the mix of multiple narrative styles and viewpoints, elegant world building, and gonzo futurism to astonish without overwhelming. The ending sets up a sequel, but the story still stands nicely on its own. (May)
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“Spectacularly and convincingly inventive, assured and wholly spellbinding: one of the most impressive debuts in years.”  —Kirkus Reviews, starred review

“A stellar debut."  —Publishers Weekly, starred review

“Outstanding… A storytelling skill rarely found from even the most experienced authors.”

—Library Journal, starred review

"The best first SF novel I’ve read in years. Hard to admit, but I think he’s better at this stuff than I am.”  —Charles Stross

“Rajaniemi has spectacularly delivered on the promise that this is likely to be the most important SF novel we’ll see this year.”  —Locus

“Absolutely incredible… Endlessly inventive and compulsively readable. It’s one of the best books of the year.”  —RT Book Reviews, Top Pick

VOYA - Dotsy Harland
Notorious interstellar thief Jean le Flambeur is whisked out of an Archon prison in a dramatic rescue by a strange, winged space adventurer, Mieli, and her talking ship, Perhonen. Mieli has been instructed by the powerful Sobornost to use Jean's expertise in accomplishing a mission in the Oubliette, a bustling mobile city on Mars. Life is especially frenetic in the Oubliette, where time is literally a form of currency, and memories, thoughts, and feelings are transferred between citizens through a complex etiquette system known as gevulot. Jean, having lived in the Oubliette long ago in a different body and persona of which he has only faint memories, is trying to discover the secrets of his past. In the meantime, brilliant Oubliette investigator Isidore Beautrelet is feverishly working on a case that causes him to cross paths with Jean le Flambeur, exposing unexpected connections between the two of them. Rajaniemi presents an astoundingly detailed post-human existence in which people live for hundreds of years in many different worlds, inhabiting manufactured bodies of various species. The greatest strengths of this novel lie in the author's remarkable imagination and visionary understanding of physics. Unfortunately, the plot is choppy and disjointed, and plowing through the constant barrage of unfamiliar terms and concepts will be a chore for most readers, leaving little energy or motivation to connect with the characters in a meaningful way. Though Rajaniemi's novel is impressive on many levels, only the most dogged science fiction fans will find it enjoyable. Reviewer: Dotsy Harland
Library Journal
Liberated from the infamous Dilemma Prison run by the Archons of the Sobernost collective of the Inner Solar System, master thief Jean le Flambeur agrees to accompany his rescuer, a mysterious woman named Mieli who owns a sentient spaceship with a taste for flirtation, to the Oubliette, a moving city of Mars that traffics in time as currency. Flambeur's tale intersects with that of detective Isidore Beautrelet in an intricately woven, highly charged pas de deux that brings both men to a startling discovery that reinvents the story of their experiences. VERDICT Finnish author Rajaniemi's outstanding debut demonstrates a level of complexity and storytelling skill rarely found from even the most experienced authors. Rajaniemi belongs in a class with Gene Wolfe and Samuel Delany and deserves a wide readership.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429957144
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 5/10/2011
  • Series: Jean le Flambeur, #1
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 55,031
  • File size: 644 KB

Meet the Author

Thirty-year-old HANNU RAJANIEMI is from Finland and lives in Edinburgh, Scotland, where he is a director of a think tank providing business services based on advanced math and artificial intelligence. He holds a Ph.D. in string theory and is a member of the same writing group that produced Hal Duncan. He wrote The Quantum Thief in English.


Born and raised in Finland, HANNU RAJANIEMI lives in Edinburgh, Scotland, where he is a founding director of a financial consultancy, ThinkTank Maths. He is the holder of several advanced degrees in mathematics and physics. Multilingual from an early age, he writes his science fiction in English. He is the author of The Quantum Thief, The Fractal Prince and The Causal Angel.
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The Quantum Thief


By Hannu Rajaniemi

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2010 Hannu Rajaniemi
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-5714-4



CHAPTER 1

THE THIEF AND THE PRISONER'S DILEMMA


As always, before the warmind and I shoot each other, I try to make small talk.

'Prisons are always the same, don't you think?'

I don't even know if it can hear me. It has no visible auditory organs, just eyes, human eyes, hundreds of them, in the ends of stalks that radiate from its body like some exotic fruit. It hovers on the other side of the glowing line that separates our cells. The huge silver Colt would look ridiculous in the grip of its twiglike manipulator limbs if it hadn't already shot me with it fourteen thousand times.

'Prisons are like airports used to be on Earth. No one wants to be here. No one really lives here. We're just passing through.'

Today, the Prison's walls are glass. There is a sun far above, almost like the real one but not quite right, paler. Millions of glass-walled, glass-floored cells stretch to infinity around me. The light filters through the transparent surfaces and makes rainbow colours on the floor. Apart from them, my cell is bare, and so am I: birth-naked, except for the gun. Sometimes, when you win, they let you change the little things. The warmind has been successful. It has zero-g flowers floating in its cell, red and purple and green bulbs growing out of bubbles of water, like cartoon versions of itself. Narcissistic bastard.

'If we had toilets, the doors would open inwards. Nothing ever changes.'

All right, so I am starting to run out of material.

The warmind raises its weapon slowly. A ripple passes through its eyestalks. I wish it had a face: the stare of its moist forest of orbs is unnerving. Never mind. It's going to work this time. I tilt the gun upwards slightly, my body language and wrist movement suggesting the motion I would make if I was going to put up my gun. My every muscle screams cooperation. Come on. Fall for it. Honest. This time, we are going to be friends

A fiery wink: the black pupil of its gun, flashing. My trigger finger jerks. There are two thunderclaps. And a bullet in my head.


You never get used to the feeling of hot metal, entering your skull and exiting through the back of your head. It's simulated in glorious detail. A burning train through your forehead, a warm spray of blood and brain on your shoulders and back, the sudden chill – and finally, the black, when things stop. The Archons of the Dilemma Prison want you to feel it. It's educational.

The Prison is all about education. And game theory: the mathematics of rational decision-making. When you are an immortal mind like the Archons, you have time to be obsessed with such things. And it is just like the Sobornost – the upload collective that rules the Inner Solar System – to put them in charge of their prisons.

We play the same game over and over again, in different forms. An archetypal game beloved by economists and mathematicians. Sometimes it's chicken: we are racers on an endless highway, driving at each other at high speeds, deciding whether or not to turn away at the last minute. Sometimes we are soldiers trapped in trench warfare, facing each other across no-man's-land. And sometimes they go back to basics and make us prisoners – old-fashioned prisoners, questioned by hard-eyed men – who have to choose between betrayal and the code of silence. Guns are the flavour of today. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.

I snap back to life like a rubber band, blinking. There is a discontinuity in my mind, a rough edge. The Archons change your neural makeup a little bit every time you come back. They claim that eventually Darwin's whetstone will hone any prisoner into a rehabilitated cooperator.

If they shoot and I don't, I'm screwed. If we both shoot, it hurts a little. If we cooperate, it's Christmas for both of us. Except that there is always an incentive to pull the trigger. The theory is that as we meet again and again, cooperative behaviour will emerge.

A few million rounds more and I'll be a Boy Scout.

Right.

My score after the last game is an ache in my bones. The warmind and I both defected. Two games to go, in this round. Not enough. Damn it.

You capture territory by playing against your neighbours. If, at the end of each round, your score is higher than that of your neighbours, you win, and are rewarded with duplicates of yourself that replace – and erase – the losers around you. I'm not doing very well today – two double defections so far, both with the warmind – and if I don't turn this around, it's oblivion for real.

I weigh my options. Two of the squares around mine – left and back – contain copies of the warmind. The one on the right has a woman in it: when I turn to face it, the wall between us vanishes, replaced by the blue line of death.

Her cell is as bare as mine. She is sitting in the middle, hugging her knees, wrapped in a black toga-like garment. I look at her curiously: I haven't seen her before. She has a deeply tanned skin that makes me think of Oort, an almond Asian face and a compact, powerful body. I smile at her and wave. She ignores me. Apparently, the Prison thinks that counts as mutual cooperation: I feel my point score go up a little, warm like a shot of whisky. The glass wall is back between us. Well, that was easy. But still not enough against the warmind.

'Hey, loser,' someone says. 'She's not interested. Better options around.'

There is another me in the remaining cell. He is wearing a white tennis shirt, shorts and oversized mirrorshades, lounging in a deck chair by a swimming pool. He has a book in his lap: Le Bouchon de cristal. One of my favorites, too.

'It got you again,' he says, not bothering to look up. 'Again. What is that, three times in a row now? You should know by now that it always goes for tit-for-tat.'

'I almost got it this time.'

'That whole false memory of cooperation thing is a good idea,' he says. 'Except, you know, it will never work. The warminds have non-standard occipital lobes, non-sequential dorsal stream. You can't fool it with visual illusions. Too bad the Archons don't give points for effort.'

I blink.

'Wait a minute. How do you know that, but I don't?'

'Did you think you are the only le Flambeur in here? I've been around. Anyway, you need ten more points to beat it, so get over here and let me help you out.'

'Rub it in, smartass.' I walk to the blue line, taking my first relieved breath of this round. He gets up as well, pulling his sleek automatic from beneath the book.

I point a forefinger at him. 'Boom boom,' I say. 'I cooperate.'

'Very funny,' he says and raises his gun, grinning.

My double reflection in his shades looks small and naked.

'Hey. Hey. We're in this together, right?' And this is me thinking I had a sense of humor.

'Gamblers and high rollers, isn't that who we are?'

Something clicks. Compelling smile, elaborate cell, putting me at ease, reminding me of myself but somehow not quite right—

'Oh fuck.'

Every prison has its rumours and monsters and this place is no different. I heard this one from a zoku renegade I cooperated with for a while: the legend of the anomaly. The All-Defector. The thing that never cooperates and gets away with it. It found a glitch in the system so that it always appears as you. And if you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?

'Oh yes,' says the All-Defector, and pulls the trigger.

At least it's not the warmind, I think when the bright thunder comes.

And then things stop making sense.


In the dream, Mieli is eating a peach, on Venus. The flesh is sweet and juicy, slightly bitter. It mingles with Sydän's taste in a delicious way.

'You bastard', she says, breathing heavily.

They are in a q-dot bubble fourteen klicks above the Cleopatra Crater, a little pocket of humanity, sweat and sex on a rough precipice of Maxwell Montes. Sulphuric acid winds roar outside. The amber light of the cloud cover filtering through the adamantine pseudomatter shell makes Sydän's skin run copper. Her palm fits the contours of Mieli's mons Veneris exactly, resting just above her still moist sex. Soft wings flutter lazily in her belly.

'What did I do?'

'Lots of things. Is that what they taught you in the guberniya?'

Sydän smiles her pixie smile, little crow's feet in the corners of her eyes. 'It's kind of been a while for me, actually,' she says.

'My ass.'

'What about it? It's very nice.'

The fingers of Sydän's free hand trace the silvery lines of the butterfly tattoo on Mieli's chest.

'Don't do that,' Mieli says. Suddenly, she feels cold.

Sydän pulls her hand away and touches Mieli's cheek.

'What's wrong?'

All the flesh of the fruit is gone, and only the stone remains. She holds it in her mouth before spitting it out, a rough little thing, surface engraved with memory.

'You are not really here. You're not real. Just here to keep me sane, in the Prison.'

'Is it working?'

Mieli pulls her close, kissing her neck, tasting sweat. 'Not really. I don't want to leave.'

'You were always the strong one,' Sydän says. She caresses Mieli's hair. 'It is almost time.'

Mieli clings onto her, the familiar feel of her body. The jewelled serpent on Sydän's leg presses hard against her.

Mieli. The pellegrini's voice in her head is like a cold wind.

'Just a little while longer—'

Mieli!

The transition is hard and painful, like biting down on the peach-stone, the hard kernel of reality almost cracking her teeth. A prison cell, fake, pale sunlight. A glass wall, and beyond it, two thieves, talking.

The mission. Long months of preparation and execution. Suddenly, she is wide awake, the plan running through her head.

It was a mistake to give you that memory, says the pellegrini in her head. It is almost too late. Now let me out: it is getting cramped in here.

Mieli spits the peach-stone at the glass wall. It shatters like ice.


First, time slows down.

The bullet is an ice-cream headache, burrowing into my skull. I am falling, yet not falling, suspended. The All-Defector is a frozen statue beyond the blue line, still holding his gun.

The glass wall to my right shatters. The shards float around me, glinting in the sun, a galaxy of glass.

The woman from the cell walks up to me briskly. There is a deliberation in her step that makes it look like something she has rehearsed for a long time, like an actor who has received a cue.

She looks at me, up and down. She has short-cropped dark hair, and a scar on her left cheekbone: just a line of black against her deep tan, precise and geometrical. Her eyes are pale green. 'It's your lucky day,' she says. 'There is something for you to steal.' She offers me her hand.

The bullet headache intensifies. There are patterns in the glass galaxy around us, almost like a familiar face—

I smile. Of course. It is a dying dream. Some glitch in the system: it's just taking a while. Broken prison. Toilet doors. Nothing ever changes.

'No,' I say.

The dream-woman blinks.

'I am Jean le Flambeur,' I say. 'I steal what I choose, when I choose. And I will leave this place when I choose, not a second before. As a matter of fact, I quite like it here—' The pain makes the world go white, and I can no longer see. I start laughing.

Somewhere in my dream, someone laughs with me. My Jean, says another voice, so familiar. Oh yes. We'll take this one.

A hand made from glass brushes my cheek, just as my simulated brain finally decides it is time to die.


Mieli holds the dead thief in her arms: he weighs nothing. The pellegrini is flowing into the Prison from the peach-stone, like a heat ripple. She coalesces into a tall woman in a white dress, diamonds around her neck, hair carefully arranged in auburn waves, young and old at the same time.

That feels better, she says. There is not enough room inside your head. She stretches her arms luxuriously. Now, let's get you out of here, before my brother's children notice. I have things to do here.

Mieli feels borrowed strength growing within her, and leaps into the air. They rise up higher and higher, air rushing past, and for a moment she feels like she lived in Grandmother Brihane's house and had wings again. Soon, the Prison is a grid of tiny squares beneath them. The squares change colour, like pixels, forming infinitely complex patterns of cooperation and defection, like pictures—

Just before Mieli and the thief pass through the sky, the Prison becomes the pellegrini's smiling face.


Dying is like walking across a

desert, thinking about stealing. The boy is lying in the hot sand with the sun beating down on his back, watching the robot on the edge of the solar panel fields. The robot looks like a camouflage-coloured crab, a plastic toy: but there are valuable things inside it, and One-Eyed Ijja will pay well for them. And perhaps, just perhaps Tafalkayt will call him son again if he is like a man of the family—

I never wanted to die in a

prison, a dirty place of concrete and metal and bitter stale smells and beatings. The young man's split lip aches. He is reading a book about a man who is like a god. A man who can do anything he wants, who steals the secrets of kings and emperors, who laughs at rules, who can change his face, who only has to reach out his hand to take diamonds and women. A man with the name of a flower.

I hate it so much when they catch you.

pull him up from the sand, roughly. The soldier backhands him across his face, and then the others raise their rifles—

not at all as much fun as

stealing from a mind made of diamond. The god of thieves hides inside thinking dust threaded together by quantum entanglements. He tells the diamond mind lies until it believes he is one of its thoughts and lets him in. up—

The people who are many have made worlds that shine and glitter, as if just for him, and he just has to reach out his hand and pick them up

It's like dying. And getting out is like

a key turning in a lock. The metal bars slide aside. A goddess walks in and tells him he is free.

being born.

The pages of the book turn.


Deep breath. Everything hurts. The scale of things is wrong. I cover my eyes with vast hands. Lightning flashes at the touch. Muscles are a network of steel cables. Mucus in my nose. A hole in my stomach, burning, churning.

Focus. I make the sensory noise into a rock, like those on Argyre Planitia, large and clumsy and smooth. In my mind, I lie down on a fine mesh, pouring through it, crumbling into fine red sand, falling through. The rock cannot follow.

Suddenly it is quiet again. I listen to my pulse. There is something impossibly regular about it: every beat like a tick of a perfect mechanism.

Faint scent of flowers. Air currents tickling the hairs of my forearms, and other places – I am still naked. Weightlessness. The inaudible but palpable presence of smartmatter, all around. And another human being, not far away.

Something tickles my nose. I brush it aside and open my eyes. A white butterfly flutters away, into bright light.

I blink. I'm aboard a ship, an Oortian spidership by the looks of it, in a cylindrical space perhaps ten metres long, five in diameter. The walls are transparent, the dirty hue of comet ice. There are strange tribal sculptures suspended inside them, like runic characters. Spherical bonsai trees and many-angled zero-g furniture float along the central axis of the cylinder. There is starry darkness beyond the walls. And small white butterflies, everywhere.

My rescuer floats nearby. I smile at her.

'Young lady,' I say. 'I believe you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.' My voice sounds distant, but mine. I wonder if they got my face right.

Up close, she looks awfully young, genuinely so: her clear green eyes lack that rejuvenated, seen-it-all look. She wears the same simple garment as in the Prison. She floats in a deceptively comfortable angle, smooth bare legs outstretched, relaxed but ready, like a martial artist. A chain made from multicoloured jewels snakes around her left ankle and up her leg.

'Congratulations, thief,' she says. Her voice is low and controlled, but betrays a hint of contempt. 'You have escaped.'

'I hope so. For all I know this could be some new Dilemma variation. The Archons have been pretty consistent so far, but you are not paranoid if they really have you imprisoned in a virtual hell.'

Something stirs between my legs and banishes at least some of my doubts.

'Sorry. It's been a while,' I say, studying my erection with detached interest.

'Evidently,' she says, frowning. There is an odd expression on her face, a mixture of disgust and arousal: I realise she must be listening to this body's biot feed, a part of her feeling what I'm feeling. Another jailer, then.

'Trust me, you are out. It required considerable expense. Of course, there are still several million of you in the Prison, so consider yourself lucky.'

I grab one of the handles of the central axis and move behind a bonsai tree, covering my nudity like Adam. A cloud of butterflies alights from the foliage. The exertion feels strange as well: the muscles of my new body are still waking up.

'Young lady, I have a name.' I offer her my hand across the bonsai tree. She takes it, dubiously, and squeezes. I return the grip as hard as I can. Her expression does not change. 'Jean le Flambeur, at your service. Although you are absolutely right.' I hold up her ankle chain. It squirms in my cupped hand as if alive, a jewelled serpent. 'I am a thief.'


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

1: THE THIEF AND THE PRISONER'S DILEMMA,
2: THE THIEF AND THE ARCHONS,
3: THE DETECTIVE AND THE CHOCOLATE DRESS,
4: THE THIEF AND THE BEGGAR,
5: THE DETECTIVE AND THE ZOKU,
6: THE THIEF AND PAUL SERNINE,
7: THE DETECTIVE AND HIS FATHER,
8: THE THIEF AND THE PIRATES,
9: THE DETECTIVE AND THE LETTER,
10: THE THIEF AND THE SECOND FIRST DATE,
11: THE THIEF AND THE TZADDIKIM,
12: THE DETECTIVE AND CARPE DIEM,
13: THE THIEF IN THE UNDERWORLD,
14: THE DETECTIVE AND THE ARCHITECT,
15: THE THIEF AND THE GODDESS,
16: THE THIEF AND MEMORY,
17: THE DETECTIVE AND THE GORDIAN KNOT,
18: THE THIEF AND THE KING,
19: THE DETECTIVE AND THE RING,
20: TWO THIEVES AND A DETECTIVE,
21: THE THIEF AND THE STOLEN GOODBYE,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2012

    Extremely Interesting

    This was a pretty great book with a lot of interesting concepts. It was so full of new ideas that often there wasnt enough time to explore all the implications of the ideas fully

    New and interesting author who takes science fiction to the limit. Often the new vocabulary takes some time to internalize, but once done was a pretty great read. Definitely worth trying

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  • Posted April 12, 2013

    Space Opera with LOTS of bling

    I'm in neither in the "My god; it's brilliant!" or the "It's too complicated to read/too brilliant for me to comprehend." camp. Briefly, and under the bling, which is considerable, it's a fairly straightforward story of a man who is valuable to someone very powerful, who therefore springs him from prison, using an unwilling cat's paw to do the job and also ride herd on him. However, before the project for which he was freed can go forth, the prisoner must return to his old stomping grounds and recover his memory. Shenanigans ensue; a mystery is solved; and the set-up for the next book is put into place. The characters are understated, but perfectly comprehensible and sympathetic. I found the thief to be annoying, but not unbearably so. Yes, the author uses made-up words and doesn't explain them; it's not really a problem, doesn't impede the story, and I can't imagine that an adult reader of science fiction would be put off by the vocabulary. So, not a bad read; I'm not sorry I read it, and I would recommend it to readers of science fiction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    Pure Science Fiction

    Space is to places in paces here. The characters may have some past, present and future issues to work out in some variations of that order but the book itself is linear.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2012

    Stay with it

    This book is good, but can be frustrating for a while. You are not really given any explanation for the first 100 pgs or so, just thrown in and have to learn...however i think, after finishing, that this helps the reader identify with the main character more (he is just as confused for a while and cant remember some important stuff) I did not give it a full five stars because for me, i wanted to keep reading, but also wanted to be done because i could be frustrating. Im sure i missed a ton. Great book though...def worth a read...good start to a trillogy.

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  • Posted October 18, 2011

    A Fantastic, Complex Story

    It took some time, but in the end I thoroughly enjoyed this book. The first third can be difficult because of the amount of unexplained vocabulary, but once you get the terms down (or at least the gist of it) it's pretty much straight forward from there. There are also some online dictionaries to help as well, which I highly recommend.

    Since this is going to be a trilogy, I'll forgive the author for the complex foundation, but would have likes a few explanations here and there; which is what kept me from giving it five stars.

    I loved the concepts, the technology, the structure and the story line. Also, I appreciated how the author didn't give too much depth to the characters. Some hard sci-fi novels work better this way.

    If you have an open mind and some patience, this is well worth the read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2015

    Enjoyed it!

    Very nice read, wonderful world-crafting! I enjoyed this story tons and am looking forward to the next.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    RogerZelazny would be proud....

    Wonderfully mystery novel set in a hyper technological future. Like Zelazny in Lord of Light, the reader is dragged into the byzantine milieu of the solar system some centuries hence. We are anchored by the familiar humanity of relationships, murder, and greed as the protagonist literally discovers himself as the plot is unwound.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2013

    Good read, be ready for dense terminology

    Quantum Thief is a fun if at times dense read with a good mix of action, sci-fi and intrigue. LOTS of complex terminolgy and physis references, so be prepared to do some lookups or daze out through descriptions of technology. Far enough in the future to feel more science fantasy than hard science fiction, but fun nonetheless. Will probably be reading the sequel.

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  • Posted January 5, 2013

    This book is a lot like a classic video game. The learning curve

    This book is a lot like a classic video game. The learning curve when you start reading it is high, but once you start to figure out the terminology and the concept it becomes addictive.
    The book almost forces you to keep reading it. It hints at happenings and has as many twists as a well made roller coaster. 
    Anybody who like books like Snow Crash, Necromancer, or Ready Player One I'm pretty sure will like this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2012

    Most unique book I have ever read

    I thoroughly enjoyed it. And the sequel comes out in 3 days :)

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    Unreadable

    Seemed like an interesting concept but simply could not plod though it with no reward in sight.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 7, 2012

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    Astonishing!

    This book rocked my world! I'm already waiting for THE FRACTAL PRINCE, Rajaniemi's sequel to this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2012

    Wrap your mind around this

    A different view of the future that is difficult to understand until you get the concepts involved due to its concepts are discribed by terms the author has made. Once you get the gist of things it develops a life of its own on and is compelling to read. The characters are compelled to act as they do from the events they lived in the past but need to complete the things they must in the future. The use of the quantum universe is as enlightining and other worldly as Gibson and the concepts as fresh as Dick. The quantim concepts used are an entirely new idea and the way they are presentd in a novel of this scope are refreshing. Truely a new force in Sci Fi has arrived and I welcome him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2012

    WTF ?

    This book reminds me of something written while at the peak of a really intense acid trip where thoughts and meanings get so blown out of proportion that they loose their ability to form a cohessive picture of what you are trying to communicate. Yeah. That's exactly the way this author's thoughts come across. And, aside from that distraction, the story line and chatacters were really cheesy and overblown. Hated just about every minute of it. I don't think I've read a crappier book in a very long time. Sorry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 3, 2012

    Don't read this book...

    Quantum Thief. Bahh. He tosses out buzzwords for no particular reason.

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 13, 2011

    Highly Addictive, Edge-of-your-seat thrill ride!

    Great book that keeps you captivated from page one! In-depth characters, fantastic story, and detailed description that puts you right there in the action. A must read for any science fiction reader!

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  • Posted October 20, 2011

    Fantastic!

    Absolutely fantastic! It¿s always wonderful to find new Science Fiction books that introduce you to new concepts and ideas, and go beyond the ¿warp drive and ray gun¿ genre. This book requires you to stretch your brain around new concepts. Loved it. Can¿t wait for more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2011

    Imaginative and fresh

    It can be a little hard to follow as the story is told as it happens with no stops for notes on how the tech of this world works. It unravels like a riddle as you pick up the nature of the world as it is revealed through the story. Really enjoyable, end with a too be continued open end for a series so I'll keep my eyes open for them.

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  • Posted May 9, 2011

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    This is a great intelligent science fiction thriller

    Mysterious Mieli breaks out master thief Jean le Flambeur from the infamous Dilemma Prison run by the Archons of the Sobernost collective of the Inner Solar System. Flambeur never thought he would escape from the eternal mind boggling incarceration in which he was deftly mentally tortured into participating in games against himself in which he either killed or was killed by Flambeur.

    His liberator takes a grateful Flambeur on her sentient ship to the Martian moving city Oubliette where the commodity markets include the selling and buying of time. The Tzaddiks law enforcers send Detective Isidore Beautrelet to do grunt field work on Mars. Soon the thief and the cop intersect with neither any longer sure of their past or present as memory is sold along side of time on the exchange.

    This is a great intelligent science fiction thriller that uses quantum physics theories fueled by the seven deadly sins to take a fabulous tale. The story line is convoluted and difficult initially to grasp as Flambeur competes in deadly games against himself; he even conceals his most significant secret from himself. This may be the best quantum spin which grasps the scientific theoretical complexities inside of an exhilarating thriller since Vanna Bonta's 1998 Flight or perhaps the 1980s Professor Q books of Trevor Hoyle.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2012

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