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Iain Banks
Iain Banks

Iain Banks, born Alexander Robertson MacIntosh on February 16, 1954, in Scotland, was a renowned British author. Known for his science fiction and literary novels, his most famous works include the 'Culture' series and the 'Civilization' series. Banks' writing spanned multiple literary genres, including science fiction, fantasy, literary, and crime novels. He passed away on June 9, 2013, due to cancer. Iain Banks is celebrated for his science fiction novels, which are praised for their unique worldviews and profound philosophical insights. He also penned a series of literary novels that delve into complex human issues. Banks' work has had a significant impact on contemporary literature, with his intricate narrative structures and imaginative storytelling inspiring future writers and readers. more

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“Then they grow away from the earth then they grow away from the sun then they grow away from the plants and the animals. They see no life. When they look they see only objects. The world is a dead thing for them the trees and the rivers are not alive. the mountains and stones are not alive. The deer and bear are objects. They see no life. They fear. They fear the world. They destroy what they fear. They fear themselves.”

“I've been labelled many times - a criminal, an anarchist, a rebel, sometimes human garbage, but never a philosopher, which is a pity because that's what I am. I chose a life apart from the common flow, not only because the common flow makes me sick but because I question the logic of the flow, and not only that - I don't know if the flow exists! Why should I chain myself to the wheel when the wheel itself might be a construct, an invention, a common dream to enslave us?”

“She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure chaos, and not a chaos which carried her like the galloping of romantic riders in operas and legends, but which suddenly revealed the stage props: a papier-mâché horse.”