Swanwick calls this second novel “an ontological
space opera” (Arbor House, BCE, c.1987, from jacket blurb). The adjective
is a little too metaphysical for me, but then, I didn't finish this
book. I got bogged down in the epistemological space opera journey
part.
I acknowledge that any further monologue is not criticism
in this case. For my continued Rant, click
here.
Dead at page 80 out of 248.
