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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • NOW AN EXCITING NEW SERIES FROM NETFLIX • The shell that blew a hole in his chest was only the beginning in this “tour de force of genre-bending, a brilliantly realized exercise in science fiction.”—The New York Times Book Review

In the twenty-fifth century, humankind has spread throughout the galaxy, monitored by the watchful eye of the U.N. While divisions in race, religion, and class still exist, advances in technology have redefined life itself. Now, assuming one can afford the expensive procedure, a person’s consciousness can be stored in a cortical stack at the base of the brain and easily downloaded into a new body (or “sleeve”) making death nothing more than a minor blip on a screen.

Ex-U.N. envoy Takeshi Kovacs has been killed before, but his last death was particularly painful. Dispatched one hundred eighty light-years from home, re-sleeved into a body in Bay City (formerly San Francisco, now with a rusted, dilapidated Golden Gate Bridge), Kovacs is thrown into the dark heart of a shady, far-reaching conspiracy that is vicious even by the standards of a society that treats “existence” as something that can be bought and sold.

Praise for Altered Carbon

“Compelling . . . immensely entertaining . . . [Richard] Morgan’s writing is vivid and his plotting inventive.” The Philadelphia Inquirer
 
“A fascinating trip . . . Pure high-octane science fiction mixes with the classic noir private-eye tale.” Orlando Sentinel
 
“Gritty and vivid . . . looks as if we have another interstellar hero on our hands.” USA Today

From Publishers Weekly

This fast-paced, densely textured, impressive first novel is an intriguing hybrid of William Gibson''s Neuromancer and Norman Spinrad''s Deus X. In the 25th century, it''s difficult to die a final death. Humans are issued a cortical stack, implanted into their bodies, into which consciousness is "digitized" and from which-unless the stack is hopelessly damaged-their consciousness can be downloaded ("resleeved") with its memory intact, into a new body. While the Vatican is trying to make resleeving (at least of Catholics) illegal, centuries-old aristocrat Laurens Bancroft brings Takeshi Kovacs (an Envoy, a specially trained soldier used to being resleeved and trained to soak up clues from new environments) to Earth, where Kovacs is resleeved into a cop''s body to investigate Bancroft''s first mysterious, stack-damaging death. To solve the case, Kovacs must destroy his former Envoy enemies; outwit Bancroft''s seductive, wily wife; dabble in United Nations politics; trust an AI that projects itself in the form of Jimi Hendrix; and deal with his growing physical and emotional attachment to Kristin Ortega, the police lieutenant who used to love the body he''s been given. Kovacs rockets from the seediest hellholes on Earth, through virtual reality torture, into several gory firefights, and on to some exotic sexual escapades. Morgan''s 25th-century Earth is convincing, while the questions he poses about how much Self is tied to body chemistry and how the rich believe themselves above the law are especially timely.
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From Booklist

In a society in which death has been rendered practically obsolete, suicide and murder take on different significances. After a particularly brutal offing, former UN envoy Takeshi Kovacs finds himself "resleeved"--that is, his consciousness has been put in a new body--and hired as a private investigator by Laurens Bancroft, one of twenty-fifth-century society''s old rich in Bay City (formerly San Francisco). Bancroft claims he was murdered, but the police say it was a suicide. After Kovacs gets hit at his hotel within hours of being resleeved, he sees the possibility that Bancroft was, in fact, murdered, and that someone wants to keep it very hush-hush. As he investigates, he uncovers a far-reaching conspiracy with ties to the most unsavory characters in his generally unsavory military and criminal past. This far-future hard-boiled detective story is a lovely virtual-reality romp distinguished by a conspiracy whose strands have the potential to generate several successful sequels, which is just what its publicity promises. Regina Schroeder
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Review

“Compelling . . . immensely entertaining . . . [Richard] Morgan’s writing is vivid and his plotting inventive.” The Philadelphia Inquirer
 
“Ferociously readable.” The New York Times Book Review
 
“A fascinating trip . . . Pure high-octane science fiction mixes with the classic noir private-eye tale.” Orlando Sentinel
 
“Gritty and vivid . . . looks as if we have another interstellar hero on our hands.” USA Today
 
“This seamless marriage of hardcore cyberpunk and hard-boiled detective tale is an astonishing first novel.” —London Times

“An astonishing piece of work . . . A wonderful SF idea . . .  Altered Carbon hits the floor running and then starts to accelerate. Intriguing and inventive in equal proportions and refuses to let go until the last page.” —Peter Hamilton

“An exciting sf/crime hybrid, with an intricate (but always plausible) plot, a powerful noir atmosphere, and enough explosive action to satisfy the most die-hard thriller fan.” —SF Site

“An exhilarating and glossy adventure . . . What makes  Altered Carbon a winner is the quality of Morgan’s prose. For every piece of John Woo action there is a stunning piece of reflective description, a compelling sense of place, and abundant 24-karat witticisms.” —SFX Magazine

About the Author

Richard K. Morgan is the acclaimed author of The Cold Commands, The Steel Remains, Thirteen, Woken Furies, Market Forces, Broken Angels, and Altered Carbon, a New York Times Notable Book that also won the Philip K. Dick Award in 2003. The movie rights to Altered Carbon were optioned by Joel Silver and Warner Bros on publication, and a film version is currently in development with Mythology Entertainment. Market Forces was also optioned to Warner Bros, before it was even published, and it won the John W. Campbell Award in 2005. Thirteen won the Arthur C. Clarke Award in 2007 and is currently under movie option to Straight Up films. T he Steel Remains won the Gaylactic Spectrum Award in 2010, and its sequel, The Cold Commands, appeared in both Kirkus Reviews’ and NPR’s Best Science Fiction/Fantasy Books of the Year lists. Morgan is a fluent Spanish speaker and has lived and worked in Madrid, Istanbul, Ankara, and London, as well as having traveled extensively in the Americas, Africa, and Australia. He now lives in Scotland with his wife, Virginia, and son, Daniel.

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CHAPTEr ONE

Coming back from the dead can be rough.

In the Envoy Corps they teach you to let go before storage. Stick it in neutral and float. It’s the first lesson and the trainers drill it into you from day one. Hard-eyed Virginia Vidaura, dancer’s body poised inside the shapeless corps coveralls as she paced in front of us in the induction room. Don’t worry about anything, she said, and you’ll be ready for it. A decade later, I met her again in a holding pen at the New Kanagawa Justice Facility. She was going down for eighty to a century; excessively armed robbery and organic damage. The last thing she said to me when they walked her out of the cell was don’t worry, kid, they’ll store it. Then she bent her head to light a cigarette, drew the smoke hard into lungs she no longer gave a damn about, and set off down the corridor as if to a tedious briefing. From the narrow angle of vision afforded me by the cell gate, I watched the pride in that walk and I whispered the words to myself like a mantra.

Don’t worry, they’ll store it. It was a superbly double-edged piece of street wisdom. Bleak faith in the efficiency of the penal system, and a clue to the elusive state of mind required to steer you past the rocks of psychosis. Whatever you feel, whatever you’re thinking, whatever you are when they store you, that’s what you’ll be when you come out. With states of high anxiety, that can be a problem. So you let go. Stick it in neutral. Disengage and float.

If you have time.

I came thrashing up out of the tank, one hand plastered across my chest searching for the wounds, the other clutching at a nonexistent weapon. The weight hit me like a hammer, and I collapsed back into the flotation gel. I flailed with my arms, caught one elbow painfully on the side of the tank, and gasped. Gobbets of gel poured into my mouth and down my throat. I snapped my mouth shut and got a hold on the hatch coaming, but the stuff was everywhere. In my eyes, burning my nose and throat, and slippery under my fingers. The weight was forcing my grip on the hatch loose, sitting on my chest like a high-g maneuver, pressing me down into the gel. My body heaved violently in the confines of the tank. Flotation gel? I was drowning.

Abruptly, there was a strong grip on my arm and I was hauled coughing into an upright position. At about the same time I was working out there were no wounds in my chest someone wiped a towel roughly across my face and I could see. I decided to save that pleasure for later and concentrated on getting the contents of the tank out of my nose and throat. For about half a minute I stayed sitting, head down, coughing up the gel and trying to work out why everything weighed so much.

“So much for training.” It was a hard, male voice, the sort that habitually hangs around justice facilities. “What did they teach you in the Envoys anyway, Kovacs?”

That was when I had it. On Harlan’s World, Kovacs is quite a common name. Everyone knows how to pronounce it. This guy didn’t. He was speaking a stretched form of the Amanglic they use on the World, but even allowing for that, he was mangling the name badly, and the ending came out with a hard k instead of the Slavic ch.

And everything was too heavy.

The realization came through my fogged perceptions like a brick through frosted plate glass.

Offworld.

Somewhere along the line, they’d taken Takeshi Kovacs (D.H.), and they’d freighted him. And since Harlan’s World was the only habitable biosphere in the Glimmer system, that meant a stellar-range needlecast to—

Where?

I looked up. Harsh neon tubes set in a concrete roof. I was sitting in the opened hatch of a dull metal cylinder, looking for all the world like an ancient aviator who’d forgotten to dress before climbing aboard his biplane. The cylinder was one of a row of about twenty backed up against the wall, opposite a heavy steel door, which was closed. The room was chilly and the walls unpainted. Give them their due, on Harlan’s World at least the air resleeving rooms are decked out in pastel colors and the attendants are pretty. After all, you’re supposed to have paid your debt to society. The least they can do is give you a sunny start to your new life.

Sunny wasn’t in the vocabulary of the figure before me. About two meters tall, he looked as if he’d made his living wrestling swamp panthers before the present career opportunity presented itself. Musculature bulged on his chest and arms like body armor, and the head above it had hair cropped close to the skull, revealing a long scar like a lightning strike down to the left ear. He was dressed in a loose black garment with epaulettes and a diskette logo on the breast. His eyes matched the garment and watched me with hardened calm. Having helped me sit up, he had stepped back out of arm’s reach, as per the manual. He’d been doing this a long time.

I pressed one nostril closed and snorted tank gel out of the other.

“Want to tell me where I am? Itemize my rights, something like that?”

“Kovacs, right now you don’t have any rights.”

I looked up and saw that a grim smile had stitched itself across his face. I shrugged and snorted the other nostril clean.

“Want to tell me where I am?”

He hesitated a moment, glanced up at the neon-barred roof as if to ascertain the information for himself before he passed it on, and then mirrored my shrug.

“Sure. Why not? You’re in Bay City, pal. Bay City, Earth.” The grimace of a smile came back. “Home of the Human Race. Please enjoy your stay on this most ancient of civilized worlds. Ta-dada-dah.”

“Don’t give up the day job,” I told him soberly.

•••

The doctor led me down a long white corridor whose floor bore the scuff marks of rubber-wheeled gurneys. She was moving at quite a pace, and I was hard-pressed to keep up, wrapped as I was in nothing but a plain gray towel and still dripping tank gel. Her manner was superficially bedside, but there was a harried undercurrent to it. She had a sheaf of curling hardcopy documentation under her arm and other places to be. I wondered how many sleevings she got through in a day.

“You should get as much rest as you can in the next day or so,” she recited. “There may be minor aches and pains, but this is normal. Sleep will solve the problem. If you have any recurring comp—”

“I know. I’ve done this before.”

I wasn’t feeling much like human interaction. I’d just remembered Sarah.

We stopped at a side door with the word shower stenciled on frosted glass. The doctor steered me inside and stood looking at me for a moment.

“I’ve used showers before, as well,” I assured her.

She nodded. “When you’re finished, there’s an elevator at the end of the corridor. Discharge is on the next floor. The, ah, the police are waiting to talk to you.”

The manual says you’re supposed to avoid strong adrenal shocks to the newly sleeved, but then she’d probably read my file and didn’t consider meeting the police much of an event in my lifestyle. I tried to feel the same.

“What do they want?”

“They didn’t choose to share that with me.” The words showed an edge of frustration that she shouldn’t have been letting me see. “Perhaps your reputation precedes you.”

“Perhaps it does.” On an impulse, I flexed my new face into a smile. “Doctor, I’ve never been here before. To Earth, I mean. I’ve never dealt with your police before. Should I be worried?”

She looked at me, and I saw it welling up in her eyes, the mingled fear and wonder and contempt of the failed human reformer.

“With a man like you,” she managed finally, “I would have thought they would be the worried ones.”

“Yeah, right,” I said quietly.

She hesitated, then gestured. “There is a mirror in the changing room,” she said, and left. I glanced toward the room she had indicated, not sure I was ready for the mirror yet.

In the shower I whistled my disquiet away tunelessly and ran soap and hands over the new body. My sleeve was in his early forties, Protectorate standard, with a swimmer’s build and what felt like some military custom-carved onto his nervous system. Neurachemical upgrade, most likely. I’d had it myself, once. There was a tightness in the lungs that suggested a nicotine habit and some gorgeous scarring on the forearm, but apart from that I couldn’t find anything worth complaining about. The little twinges and snags catch up with you later on, and if you’re wise, you just live with them. Every sleeve has a history. If that kind of thing bothers you, you line up over at Syntheta’s or Fabrikon. I’d worn my fair share of synthetic sleeves; they use them for parole hearings quite often. Cheap, but it’s too much like living alone in a drafty house, and they never seem to get the flavor circuits right. Everything you eat ends up tasting like curried sawdust.

In the changing cubicle I found a neatly folded summer suit on the bench and the mirror set in the wall. On top of the pile of clothes was a simple steel watch, and weighted beneath the watch was a plain white envelope with my name written neatly across it. I took a deep breath and went to face the mirror.

This is always the toughest part. Nearly two decades I’ve been doing this, and it still jars me to look into the glass and see a total stranger staring back. It’s like pulling an image out of the depths of an autostereogram. For the first couple of moments all you can see is someone else looking at you through a window frame. Then, like a shift in focus, you feel yourself float rapidly up behind the mask and adhere to its inside with a shock that’s almost tactile. It’s as if someone’s cut an umbilical cord, only instead of separating the two of you, it’s the otherness that has been severed and now you’re just looking at your reflection in a mirror.

I stood there and toweled myself dry, getting used to the face. It was basically Caucasian, which was a change for me, and the overwhelming impression I got was that if there was a line of least resistance in life, this face had never been along it. Even with the characteristic pallor of a long stay in the tank, the features in the mirror managed to look weather-beaten. There were lines everywhere. The thick, cropped hair was black shot through with gray. The eyes were a speculative shade of blue, and there was a faint, jagged scar under the left one. I raised my left forearm and looked at the story written there, wondering if the two were connected.

The envelope beneath the watch contained a single sheet of printed paper. Hardcopy. Handwritten signature. Very quaint.

Well, you’re on Earth now. Most ancient of civilized worlds. I shrugged and scanned the letter, then got dressed and folded it away in the jacket of my new suit. With a final glance in the mirror, I strapped on the new watch and went out to meet the police.

It was four-fifteen, local time.

•••

The doctor was waiting for me, seated behind a long curve of reception counter and filling out forms on a monitor. A thin, severe-looking man suited in black stood at her shoulder. There was no one else in the room.

I glanced around, then back at the suit.

“You the police?”

“Outside.” He gestured at the door. “This isn’t their jurisdiction. They need a special brief to get in here. We have our own security.”

“And you are?”

He looked at me with the same mixture of emotions the doctor had hit me with downstairs. “Warden Sullivan, chief executive for Bay City Central, the facility you are now leaving.”

“You don’t sound delighted to be losing me.”

Sullivan pinned me with a stare. “You’re a recidivist, Kovacs. I never saw the case for wasting good flesh and blood on people like you.”

I touched the letter in my breast pocket. “Lucky for me Mr. Bancroft disagrees with you. He’s supposed to be sending a limousine for me. Is that outside, as well?”

“I haven’t looked.”

Somewhere on the counter, a protocol chime sounded. The doctor had finished her inputting. She tore the curling edge of the hardcopy free, initialed it in a couple of places, and passed it to Sullivan. The warden bent over the paper, scanning it with narrowed eyes before he scribbled his own signature and handed the copy to me.

“Takeshi Lev Kovacs,” he said, mispronouncing with the same skill as his minion in the tank room. “By the powers vested in me by the U.N. Justice Accord, I discharge you on lease to Laurens J. Bancroft, for a period not to exceed six weeks, at the end of which time your parole status will be reconsidered. Please sign here.”

I took the pen and wrote my name in someone else’s handwriting next to the warden’s finger. Sullivan separated the top and bottom copies and handed me the pink one. The doctor held up a second sheet, and Sullivan took it.

“This is a doctor’s statement certifying that Takeshi Kovacs (D.H.) was received intact from the Harlan’s World Justice Administration and subsequently sleeved in this body. Witnessed by myself, and closed-circuit monitor. A disk copy of the transmission details and tank data are enclosed. Please sign the declaration.”

I glanced up and searched in vain for any sign of the cameras. Not worth fighting about. I scribbled my new signature a second time.

“This is a copy of the leasing agreement by which you are bound. Please read it carefully. Failure to comply with any of its articles may result in you being returned to storage immediately to complete the full term of your sentence, either here or at another facility of the administration’s choice. Do you understand these terms and agree to be bound by them?”

I took the paperwork and scanned rapidly through it. It was standard stuff. A modified version of the parole agreement I’d signed half a dozen times before on Harlan’s World. The language was a bit stiffer, but the content was the same. Crabshit by any other name. I signed it without a blink.

“Well then.” Sullivan seemed to have lost a bit of his iron. “You’re a lucky man, Kovacs. Don’t waste the opportunity.”

Don’t they ever get tired of saying it?

I folded up my bits of paper without speaking and stuffed them into my pocket next to the letter. I was turning to leave when the doctor stood up and held out a small white card to me.

“Mr. Kovacs.”

I paused.

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Muninn
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If you liked the mini-series, read the novel!
Reviewed in the United States on February 13, 2018
Richard K. Morgan’s mind truly is a dark place, and Altered Carbon is an impressive work of dystopian sci-fi. If you watched the mini-series, read the novel. I liked both, but there are major differences between the novel and mini-series that make each worth your time.
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Ray L. Bieber
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Not impressed.
Reviewed in the United States on February 22, 2019
Apparently, I was not as impressed with this book are several other people. The reason I was not impressed is that the book is really a CSI-style murder mystery mixed with a dollop of Sci-Fi sounding jargon and made-up words, along with a few erotic scenes thrown in for... See more
Apparently, I was not as impressed with this book are several other people. The reason I was not impressed is that the book is really a CSI-style murder mystery mixed with a dollop of Sci-Fi sounding jargon and made-up words, along with a few erotic scenes thrown in for some unknown reason. The erotic scenes struck me as completely gratuitous and irrelevant to the story line, and I found myself skipping over them if they were more than a sentence or two long. Character development is thin, transparent, and uninteresting. I did read the entire book but found myself not in the least captivated and found it a bit of a slog to get through. I have no intention whatsoever of reading the subsequent volumes of the series.
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mpeterke
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Instantly became an all-time-favorite
Reviewed in the United States on April 7, 2018
I made the mistake to watch the first series of Netflix''s show based on this book before I read it. Also, I deliberately waited for a month or so after I finished the show because I didn''t want that experience to interfere with the reading experience. I had done both things... See more
I made the mistake to watch the first series of Netflix''s show based on this book before I read it. Also, I deliberately waited for a month or so after I finished the show because I didn''t want that experience to interfere with the reading experience. I had done both things wrong. First of all, it''s a great show, but that''s not what I''m reviewing here. The book is so much better (as always). And because there were really big changes made when it was turned into the show, there is no reason not to enjoy both versions.

I thought that the world building is really exceptional here. The whole system and the workings of society are very well thought out. The writing and also the twists and turns in the story elevate this book among the great classics, at least for me. It instantly became one of my all-time-favorites.

So I''m planning to read the rest of the series for sure.

I recommend this to sci-fi fans and detective story enthusiasts alike. Also, I recommend this to everyone :D
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Amazing Sci-Fi Noir Story
Reviewed in the United States on July 31, 2016
Wow, I was not expecting the book to be this good when I bought it. I typically have lower standards for books on Kindle Daily Deals due to the some of the offerings I see and the lower prices, but this book was amazing sci-fi/noir mystery. The writing was great and the... See more
Wow, I was not expecting the book to be this good when I bought it. I typically have lower standards for books on Kindle Daily Deals due to the some of the offerings I see and the lower prices, but this book was amazing sci-fi/noir mystery. The writing was great and the whole story flowed very well to an exciting conclusion. This is a pretty long book in a very good way, I couldn''t believe how much the author managed to fit in. The sci-fi concepts behind the book were also very interesting, had never read about concepts like this before. Definitely seems like a very realistic dystopian future in some ways and really makes you appreciate something as simple as human mortality.

Background: I typically buy my Kindle books as part of the Kindle Daily Deals and plan them for airplane reading or times when I am away from home and cannot do more exciting or responsible tasks. This means that my standards are not too high and I am looking for books in the beach read category under the fantasy/sci-fi genres. I try to rate fairly on the star scale and personally consider anything 3 stars and up to be fine.
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Harsh
Reviewed in the United States on January 13, 2020
Harsh raw worlds, run by wars and politics, by rich people who will never die. Souls and memory stored digitally, and death just means having to worry if you can afford the next body, or ''sleeve''. Except for the rich, who can grow their own clones, ready to put on like... See more
Harsh raw worlds, run by wars and politics, by rich people who will never die. Souls and memory stored digitally, and death just means having to worry if you can afford the next body, or ''sleeve''. Except for the rich, who can grow their own clones, ready to put on like clothing when they wished.

And in this harsh reality, a ''Meth'', or Methusila, is murdered, and when his backup is restored, missing the last 24 hours of his life, he''s pissed. He can''t believe he''d kill himself, so he ''hires'' Takeshi Kovacs to find his murder.

With Bladerunner bleakness, old Earth is full of those who''d be dying, if Real Death were even a thing anymore. An interesting take, and some good (if ugly) world building. The violence is pretty graphic, and unlrelenting at times, but not only the mystery pulled me in, but watching Takeshi work as well. The character was interesting enough to keep my interested, even through the story''s most violent scenes.
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Robert R.
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I only wish Richard K. Morgan would write more "Takeshi" novels
Reviewed in the United States on July 29, 2016
This is the opening volume of one of my favorite trilogies in all of Science Fiction - if by some chance you haven''t read this, get it! Of course, that is only if you want an amazingly well-constructed SF work done as futuristic detective "noir" - it''s got the... See more
This is the opening volume of one of my favorite trilogies in all of Science Fiction - if by some chance you haven''t read this, get it!
Of course, that is only if you want an amazingly well-constructed SF work done as futuristic detective "noir" - it''s got the plot, the thoughtful working out of how the particular tech referenced by the title affects society, a tough and resourceful protagonist, good/bad male/female cops/perps/vics - you name it.
Finally, it passes a crucial test for me - it holds up quite well over multiple re-reads. Along with the other two books in the "Takeshi Kovacs" series ("Broken Angels" and "Woken Furies"), the author has carved out a universe that is great fun to experience - time and again.
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technopoetic
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Holy Cow, this is good!
Reviewed in the United States on August 31, 2018
I''m a huge fan of both Science Fiction, and noir detective stories. If you like Phillip Marlowe and Sam Spade, then you''ll like Takeshi Kovacs. If you like Blade Runner, then you''ll like the Science Fiction setting. Two things really stuck out for me. First, the... See more
I''m a huge fan of both Science Fiction, and noir detective stories. If you like Phillip Marlowe and Sam Spade, then you''ll like Takeshi Kovacs. If you like Blade Runner, then you''ll like the Science Fiction setting. Two things really stuck out for me. First, the characters are just so finely drawn. You really feel like you know them, and you feel empathy with them, both the heroes and the villains. Secondly, the world building here is simply some of the best I''ve seen lately. I felt like Bay City, Old Earth was somewhere that I had been to before. The streets felt gritty and harsh, but you know that life goes on there anyway.
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mlg
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Very much enjoyed this. Fairly grim
Reviewed in the United States on September 11, 2016
Very much enjoyed this. Fairly grim, somewhat dystopian future setting...which isn''t a bad thing, I just have to be in the mood for that. The most thought provoking thing for me was how thoroughly the "resleeving" of one''s consciousness in another body is... See more
Very much enjoyed this. Fairly grim, somewhat dystopian future setting...which isn''t a bad thing, I just have to be in the mood for that. The most thought provoking thing for me was how thoroughly the "resleeving" of one''s consciousness in another body is ingrained in the society/culture of the setting. I think I expected that capability to be something more overtly central to the story..."Hey wow I''m in a new body!". Instead, it is woven throughout as a common part of life in this time, fundamental to the story but not THE story. It was fascinating to see how the author integrated that capability, and its consequences, into so much of what it means to live in this time. I would recommend this book on exploring those things alone.

The story itself was very good and drew me in. It was not a casual read; I recognized early on I needed to pay attention :) Character development is an interesting thing in a world where some can attain near-immortality (by sleeving into a new body) and one must adjust to and is influenced by sleeving into the body of another (ex: a non-smoker ''inheriting'' the urges and habits once sleeved into the body of a smoker). I look forward to reading the second book!
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Mildred Crumb
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A hardboiled detective story in a sci-fi setting
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 4, 2020
I struggled to get through this book. Full disclosure: detective stories or crime novels are not my favourite genres. Why did I struggle? The ideas in Altered Carbon are fantastic. The idea of sleeves, stacks, Meths and hotels (like the Hendrix, which are AI buildings gone...See more
I struggled to get through this book. Full disclosure: detective stories or crime novels are not my favourite genres. Why did I struggle? The ideas in Altered Carbon are fantastic. The idea of sleeves, stacks, Meths and hotels (like the Hendrix, which are AI buildings gone renegade are great). However, the story has no heart; Takeshi Kovac only feels the need for sex and revenge - his personality flat lines through the whole book, which in turn makes it hard to care as a reader about what he''s doing or why. There is no humour, only machismo and revenge. One star.
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A. Fielden
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Very clever and highly readable book
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 24, 2018
A brilliantly constructed story, and a very readable one too. I''m partial to Sci-fi, and this reminded me of the Cyberpunk novels of William Gibson. Although I have to say I found this book a lot more accessible. The plot lines are very clever and well thought out. Keeps...See more
A brilliantly constructed story, and a very readable one too. I''m partial to Sci-fi, and this reminded me of the Cyberpunk novels of William Gibson. Although I have to say I found this book a lot more accessible. The plot lines are very clever and well thought out. Keeps the reader guessing until the conclusion, which I like. A couple of surprises right at the end. Upon finishing, I immediately downloaded the next book in the series.
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Mr R P Harrison
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The First Of A Brilliant Trilogy
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 11, 2018
Richard Morgan''s Takeshi Kovacs trilogy (Altered Carbon, Broken Angels & Woken Furies) was recommended by a friend. If you watched the Altered Carbon series on Netflix, you may know that many liberties were taken with the plot: Key scenarios omitted, others added; multiple...See more
Richard Morgan''s Takeshi Kovacs trilogy (Altered Carbon, Broken Angels & Woken Furies) was recommended by a friend. If you watched the Altered Carbon series on Netflix, you may know that many liberties were taken with the plot: Key scenarios omitted, others added; multiple characters inexplicably morphed into one another. Whether of not you enjoyed the TV series, if you love sci-fi, I would highly recommend this book and the entire Kovacs trilogy. Morgan’s vision of the future is so well-imagined. If you''re a fan of Michael Marshall Smith''s "Spares", "Altered Carbon" compliments it perfectly.
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Big Steve G
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Better then the Netflix show
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 23, 2019
Read this after watching the Netflix version & hearing the book was better, it is. If you watched the Netflix version & are looking at this (as I did) its defiantly worth the read, without giving away any spoilers the characters & story as a whole (to me at least) as a lot...See more
Read this after watching the Netflix version & hearing the book was better, it is. If you watched the Netflix version & are looking at this (as I did) its defiantly worth the read, without giving away any spoilers the characters & story as a whole (to me at least) as a lot better.
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John
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Wasn''t enjoying it so didn''t finish it
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on July 2, 2020
I read up to the end of chapter 9 and decided not to read further. I don''t like the idea of a person being placed in to a different body than their original one. That and various other elements are too weird for me and give me a sort of empty and cold feeling. I was aware...See more
I read up to the end of chapter 9 and decided not to read further. I don''t like the idea of a person being placed in to a different body than their original one. That and various other elements are too weird for me and give me a sort of empty and cold feeling. I was aware that there was a detective element and this is something that I''m not in to but decided to give this book a try anyway but wasn''t enjoying it.
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