Fascinating subject, but a good chunk of this book is marginally related nonsense. I didn't care about the author's personal life or his interpolation of how long-gone people thought or felt.
I think this was written by a 12-year-old kid. The humor is painful. CBS-sitcom level painful. No story need this many disco “jokes”. The dialogue is stilted. The character development is non-existent. The science is interesting, but it's mostly just algebra and unit conversions
Oryx and Crake was a long prologue. This is the actual story. The interlocking plots are fun, even if they get pretty coincidental at times. And as always I love Atwood's paranoia and concise prose. Plus Toby is my hero and Zeb is a dreamboat.
I'm not sure I'd go so far as to agree with the author and call this Star Wars meets Game of Thrones, but certainly Farscape meets Mass Effect. But there is absolutely nothing wrong with that
I love the things Jonathan Lethem can do with words, but sometimes I wish he'd remember to include a plot. Also, the last 200 pages are as horrible as everyone says