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Charlie Stross has been driven to this:
I’m seriously considering pitching a detective novel, about the hunt for a serial killer. The unique selling point will be that as the detective homes in on the killer, he gradually comes to sympathize with him, and ends up questioning whether he should actually collar the murderer … because the victims are all spammers.
As I’ve said before, there’s only one thing to do. Nuke Florida from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure. (Actually, Charlie’s plot summary sounds a little bit like the plot of Iain Banks’ Complicity)
