If Philip K. Dick had stayed up for four days straight taking heroic dose after heroic dose of LSD while reading and rereading Neuromancer with The Matrix trilogy and an array of mech animes playing in the background then stayed up four more days doing nothing but writing while under the influence of amphetamines, Ghosts of Tomorrow would’ve been the result.

Fletcher—whom, in the interest of full disclosure, I guess I’m sort of friends with, in the Facebook sense of the word—has continually wowed me with his brand of batshittery. The guy is a madman of the highest order, and his writing displays that consistently. Ghosts of Tomorrow is a wild, frenetically paced roller coaster of WTF that gets crazier and crazier as it goes on. It’s his first novel (well, technically a rerelease of his first novel, formally titled 88, apparently with some changes made, though I cannot speak to what those might be) and if you’ve read any of his Manifest Delusions series you can see Fletcher toying with some of the themes and motifs he uses there (mirror images, insanity, etc.). The similarities end there, however, as Fletcher has something completely different in store for you here.

It’s a fun, ridiculous page turner that I couldn’t put down. Robots, AI, disembodied intelligence trapped in the Internet, secret agents, explosions, samurai, six-shooters, beginnings of the apocalypse....Ghosts has it all. It’s mind bending genre at its most fun. Will read again.