Manas George

This was a delight of a book that I started reading, stupidly, just before bedtime on a workday. I blame my bleary-eyed shit show of a workday that followed on being unable to put it down once I'd started. The prose is lucid, sensuous, and so rich you can almost taste it. If that wasn't enough, the references to everything from late 90s electropop to collosal crimson celestial anomalies that pepper the exchanged letters will seed a panoply of rabbit holes to dive down and appreciate on subsequent rereadings. I am unapologetically, unabashedly overjoyed with this book.

The purest of sci-fi; start with a seemingly bizarre assumption and hammer out the implications. Sam does a fantastic job of it, as always.