Zodiac (1988)

Backcover Synopsis: Two centuries after the Boston Tea Party, harbor dumping is still a favorite local sport, only this time it’s major corporations piping toxic wastes into the water. Environmentalist and professional pain in the ass Sangamon Taylor is Boston’s modern-day Paul Revere, spreading the word from a 40-horsepower Zodiac raft. Embarrassing powerful corporations in highly telegenic ways is the perfect method of making enemies, and Taylor has a collection that would do any rabble-rouser proud.

The novel reminded me in some ways of some noir or detective fiction, when it came to its hero, his situation and how the plot was structured. Only that we have here instead of murder waste dumping. It hasn’t the idea density of Stephenson’s later SF novels, but the same fast pacing, and also the same fun. It’s also one of the few book that takes on ecological themes without growing into a tract, and you can even learn something from it, Stephenson has the rare ability to make info-dumps that don’t hinder the flow of the story and are fun to read. Overall a great book.