July Books 20) 334, by Thomas M. Disch
I'm far behind with bookblogging (though hoping to catch up now) and it's several weeks since I read this. I must say that it wasn't a brilliant choice of holiday novel; the disjointed narrative failed to engage me, and I felt that the stories never quite concentrated sufficiently on either near-future world-building or interesting characterisation. It was interesting that Disch correctly saw the politics of reproduction as being so prominent in the twenty-first century, although the detail has turned out rather differently.