ed.rybicki
11/29/2019
I had pretty high hopes of this book: black hole(s), survivalism, southern hemisphere...what's not to like?!
What did we get? A pretty disjointed, superficial tale of a bunch of people on a raft in the Southern Ocean, who apparently planned for their adventure as a means of avoiding the climatic effects of said black hole(s), who seem to have some connection with East Timor, who have relatives in Australia who don't like them, and...have a bit of an adventure with some fish-stealing pirates, and...it all fizzles out.
Really?? That's ALL? No other southern hemisphere folks (hint: English-speaking country nearer to Oz than Chile), no continuity worth a damn, and just terminal fatalism to close with? And these are not spoilers; there's precious little here to spoil.
Which is a BIG pity: I was expecting better of Greg Egan.
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