Artificial Love by Paul Shepheard, MIT Press, £27.95/$42, ISBN 0262692856 Reviewed by Simon Ings
WHERE does architecture leave off and landscape begin? Do our artefacts set us apart from nature, or are they simply the way we sign our presence? In what sense are our machines not alive?
Only a madman, a science fiction writer or an architect would attempt to fashion a book out of such questions. The madman lists the radio stations being picked up by his teeth, bemoans the New World Order, and bores everyone. By chapter three, the science fiction writer has already turned her protagonists…
