A quick disclaimer first – this book is most certainly NOTÂ for the faint of stomach, or those who cannot ignore vulgarity.
Taking place in a not-too-distant future, T C McCarthy takes us into the on-again-off-again underground hot war being fought somewhere inÂ Kazakhstan. We find our main character, Oscar, a journalistÂ forÂ Stars and Stripes, spinning out of control in a drug-induced stupor but getting that “one last chance” to earn his place as a journalist. Oscar hasn’t paid his dues, butÂ has managed to make friends among the “important” players on the US side of the war.
This book reminded me of a novel I read years ago that took place in the Vietnam War, written by a vet of that arena – it’s visceral, gritty, and the words seem to fly off the page into your eyes, converting your mind into theÂ exact place and time Oscar is in when he’s in it. You are there with Oscar as he suits up, plugs-in, shoots-up, crawls through the subterrene with the Marines unit he’s assigned to.
This is perhaps the single best future scifi I’ve ever read that doesn’t require an entirely alternate universe to exist.