Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan

Unusually, I am not going to write a full review of this. To say I was disappointed by the book would be an understatement. It was clear what Ian McEwan was trying to do. His problem was that it didn’t work, couldn’t develop a focus and meandered to its own detriment.

We have a Mr Friend, who plays at making money on stock markets. He buys an intelligent robot called Adam (yes, there are Eves as well) and lo and behold it’s better at the job than he is. It’s also better at seducing his girlfriend. The relationship that develops between the two humans and the android is purportedly at the centre of the novel, but this keeps being crowded out by what regularly seems to extraneous subplots. Quite early on in the book, this particular reader was caused to judge inaccuracy when the principal character described buying a personal computer in a decade before they existed. I thought it might be a mistake, but it was part of an idea that permeated the book and permeated unsuccessfully.

The rationale was that Alan Turing had not died in the 1950s, but had lived on the extend computing, information technology and robotics beyond where it did in fact reach by the end of the 1960s. This allowed a fully formed robot that satisfied the Turing test during the 1970s. This then allowed Ian McEwan to rewrite the history of Margaret Thatcher’s tenure in office, create a defeat in the Falklands War and examine where British society might have finished.

But there was also a false conviction in a rape trial, a vendetta pursued by the accused against the accuser, which was Mr Friend’s girlfriend. The complications merely got in the way of any plot that might develop. When the robots started showing signs of paranoia and self-harm, this seemed to be just another side angle on what was a list of asides. Overall, this was not a successful read.