Some novels transpire the full identity of their writers, and this left me with the feeling of being a prime example. There is an undeniable love for the written word, both in journalism and literature, travel, and art that is described too vividly to have been imagined and not felt.
Anne's fears, hopes, and dreams seem all transparently on display as she eloquently follows three generations of families on a show of potential futures for alternative pregnancies, family dynamics, and how much of trait and personality is carried over genetic information.
This is novel about people who never feel entirely fulfilled, complete, or at peace themselves - in as so much is the human condition. It presents some predictable future tech in an uncomplicated manner, while being written in accessible, unassuming prose.
Enjoyable.
I have comments. It's not perfect. But it's a damn fine novel.
I may write something about it here soon.
Despite our cyclical dance with destruction and disregard for lessons of the past, the indefatigable flame of human compassion and courage remains undimmed in the direst of scenarios.
And yet... how do we not learn?
This was beautiful, and chilling, and often frustrating.
The courage, the bravery of these pioneers.
And historically accurate too.
A pleasure sharing this trail with these people.
It only took three different companion book to successfully get through Finnegans Wake.
I feel equal parts proud, in awe, and really small.
An extraordinary, implausible story. It does everything I hate in science fiction with a charm beyond its word count.
Styron did not do his homework and his almost apologetic, almost heroic depiction of a mass murderer is, at times, indefensible. Also, this XIX century slave writes and thinks very much in line with what we'd expect from a XX century educated man.
Still, happy to have read it.
Squirrel-killer once again available towards original purpose.
Aim at squirrel.
Scare squirrel.
Squirrel runs away.
It is a book, it was never going to realistically cause any damage to the poor rodent now, would it?