Neal Asher is one-third of the British triumvirate of science fiction authors who write stories that take place in a post-abundance distant future. The other two are Iain M. Banks and Alastair Reynolds. While they aren’t collaborators, their future realities have notable similarities.
I generally like their work and have written about all three [tags: Asher, Banks, & Reynolds]. Coincidentally, my preference for their work follows the alphabetical order of their last names. I’ve even said, contra Banks and Reynolds, that Asher has never disappointed me.
Until I read his Rise of the Jain trilogy.
There is a modern triumvirate of British far-future space adventure SF writers: 
Because they are intended for mass consumption, there are few modern science fiction movies or TV shows that really hit the mark for me. 
That’s weird to me. I’m from the 1950s and can measure my life in scores of years (three-and-mumble). I was an avid science fiction reader by the 1960s, so recall an era where we wondered if the year 1984, let alone 2001, would be anything like the famous book.
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