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To properly understand Daemon, ask a biologist about Michael Crichton. Then get some opinions of ER from some doctors and Law and Order from people with Esq. after their names. If you're particularly brave ask a theologian about Dan Brown. (If you're suicidal ask a physicist).

Once your hearing recovers and your bones have knit consider that in all likelihood you've based decisions and impressions of the real world on models informed by said fiction. How many times have you eavluated a trivial legal quandary based on what Jack McCoy would do? Or bloviated at length on what that swelling might be because it's like that one episode of House?

Daemon closely fits all these stereotypes with one minor exception: it's not full of shit. If you value this as I do this book will appeal to you, though perhaps not quite as strongly if you're not conversant in the nuances yourself.

If, however, you aren't bothered by egregious chicanery and hence delighted by its absence this book will likely not rise above its defects. Like Stephenson, Suarez doesn't so much end his stories as simply stop writing and some of the plot points are a bit contrived.

I loved it anyhow.