I finished a novel that I loved this afternoon. Gun, with occasional music by Jonathan Lethem.

I felt bittersweet after reading the last page. That’s an indication that it was right up my alley. I didn’t want to let go of the protagonist, the world, the story.

It had animals fast-evolved to have IQs near human levels, filling menial jobs. Drugs were commonplace with specific effects. Forgettol, Acceptol, Addictol. Everone had karma levels that were monitored. It was sci fi but didn’t feel like it. It just a detective story set in the future. Gritty and vibrant. I loved it.