“Reminds you of mastery of the underrated craft of storytelling. This bold and brilliant novel tells a consistently compelling tale but it also provides regular food for thought regarding who we are, what we feel, what we construct, and what we might become.” McEwan has engaged with science before his world of artificial intelligence is chilly, clever and utterly credible.

Thought-provoking … cautionary tale based on McEwan’s sharp observations of our flawed human nature.” “A ruminative mix of science fiction, romance and alternate history set in 1980s London…. “A searching, sharply intelligent, and often deeply discomfiting pass through the Black Mirror looking glass-and all the promise and peril of machine dreams.” manages to flesh out-literally and grippingly-questions about what constitutes a person, and the troubling future of humans if the smart machines we create can overtake us.' “A thought-provoking, well-oiled literary machine. the feel of an intricate literary machine situated squarely on the fault lines of contemporary debates about technology.” In Machines Like Me, British literary fiction master Ian McEwan posits an alternative history. “ densely allusive, mind-bending novel of ideas that plays to our acute sense of foreboding about where technology is leading us. a retrofuturist family drama that doubles as a cautionary fable about artificial intelligence, consent, and justice.”

That human drama makes Machines Like Me strikingly relevant even though it’s set in a world that never happened almost 40 years ago.” McEwan’s special contribution is not to articulate the challenge of robots but to cleverly embed that challenge in the lives of two people trying to find a way to exist with purpose. Dick asked, ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?,’ and now McEwan is sure those androids are pulling the wool over our eyes. “ is not only one of the most elegant writers alive, he is one of the most astute at crafting moral dilemmas within the drama of everyday life. Jeff Giles, The New York Times Book Review

Ultimately, it asks a surprisingly mournful question: If we built a machine that could look into our hearts, could we really expect it to like what it sees?' McEwan’s writing about the creation of a robot’s personality allows him to speculate on the nature of personality, and thus humanity, in general.

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