Book: Dead Air, Ian Banks

I had started this book in Bangladesh, where it had begun promisingly. Promisingly in this case doesn't mean "good", but "good enough", since I find that I enjoy books more when they get better and better as you turn a page. Unfortunately, Dead Air, although well written both technically and artistically, doesn't really get any better than it was in the opening pages. In fact, it just one big Middle of a story, ultimately ending in a quite disappointing anticlimax.