Book — Iron Sunrise by Charles Stross

I really liked Singularity Sky. It seemed that Stross was singlehandledly fixing the sorry state of British SF. But this return to the same setting is just “Meh.” — routine spaceship fiction with little fizz to it, just a secret cabal of übermensch Space Nazis seeming to be behind it all. I'm a third of the way through, and I just don't care. In particular I get to the just don't care about characters easing tensions in copulation — I don't need to know even in a one paragraph aside.

Actually that sort of coy sex scene (it'd be a “lime” in fanfic terms) annoys me even more than out and out smut.

Yes, it is a quirky little neurosis of mine. Do you have a problem with that?