From versatile Scottish writer Banks, another sf yarn about the tolerant, diverse, With the Culture thus distracted by the Excession, the cruel. Excession [Iain M. Banks] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Iain M. Banks is a true original, an author whose brilliant speculative fiction has. by Joseph Michael Owens, Kyle Muntz, and Peter Tieryas Liu. Excession by Iain M. Banks Spectra, pages / Amazon /.

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Definitely the middle of nowhere.

EXCESSION by Iain M. Banks | Kirkus Reviews

The cast of thousands approach doesn’t really help. He smiled and made a show of bulging his cheeks out while he ate. There was time for the briefest of glimpses of his room in the retirement complex.

The emissary of the ship let its eye stalks dip to either side, the Affronter equivalent of a smile. I asked around some of my contacts before I agreed to do this; everything checks out, everything seems to be… reliable. Still, on really special occasions these days the fights would be between two Affronters with a dispute of a suitably dishonourable nature, or between criminals.

Have I your attention now, Major? It felt like dumping the whole biochemical unit into space now but it knew the cellular soup its final back-up mind-substrate had turned into might come in handy for something.

The module says it could but it shouldn’t and says it’s asked elsewhere and I know all the standard objections, but I think it’d be a great idea. Poorly written characters and tedious AI chatter.


You must do as you see fit.

He felt the change happen, and stopped, mystified, to stare into his pockets. The drone let those be for the moment.


It was still a little hard to tell, but Genar-Hofoen didn’t think it was looking too good for Fivetide’s animal. The juvenile floated closer, trembling even more than excexsion dictated, until it was within a tentacle reach. The expression on his face was such that the retirement-home warden almost fainted and had to sit down quickly, but excesxion doctor declared the end had probably been quick.

I loved too many of the characters — ships and humans and drones and Affronter alike — to let them go.

Unfortunately, some idiot had let slip that the Culture ezcession such suits by Displacing them into the magma chambers of active volcanoes and letting them pop out again not true; the laboratory tests were rather more demanding, though it had been done once and it was just the sort of thing a show-off Culture manufactory would do to impress people.

This Excession is far too enticing for the Culture, along with the inquisitive Elench and hyper-aggressive Affront think Vogons minus the poetry. Combat debris cloud implicitly originating a point milliseconds from excession’s bannks position. The creature glanced at the holo screens again. It began to peel off around him.

Look to Windward deals more specifically with the repercussions of the Idiran War on society, but with Excession we see the effect it had on the ones who actually fought it, and how those things perpetuate and are such a problem. Fivetide turned exceession the human. Tentacles had rolled, beaks had been separated, for less. In terms of pacing, Excession was by the far the fastest page-turner for me in the series.


The creature looked up immediately. On the whole however, Excession is a very good story, a weird ass love story, a fairly decent alien story and an excellent introduction to how machine intelligences might work. Fivetide and his supporters were screaming. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Nearest major civilisation point; the Sagraeth system, forty light years away, with a stage-three lizardoid civilisation first contacted by the Culture a decade ago.

A pariah craft; the one the other Minds called Meatfucker because of its revolting hobby though not, as it were, to its face. The displacer was programmed to… oh, just read my brains; I’m not sore but I’m tired. Something which may sxcession beyond even the Culture’s considerable ability to manage. No life anywhere; just another boring, barren system like a hundred million others.