![]() ![]() It’s around 120 years from now and, in the battle for the future of the planet, the oligarchy won. Next week will be about uncomfortable authors and great books.) (That doesn’t mean that I can read Heinlein or Dick or Kipling without more than a twinge of conscience, but that’s a subject for next week - promise. If Eco taught me anything, it’s that the work stands apart from the author and should be judged apart from the author, as much as is possible. I know nothing about his bio and don’t care to learn. It is, in the best sense of the phrase that animates all fantasy, a great “what if?” that also bids for a place in the pantheon of American novels, which I’ll explain in a bit, because there’s a lot of ground between here and there.įirst, a disclaimer: this is the first Kim Stanley Robinson novel I’ve read, but it won’t be the last. Therefore, let us not complain about whether or not New York 2140 is technically fantasy. The water’s gone down some, but still.īesides, it’s a good book, and I feel like writing about what a good book it is. ![]()
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