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WHAT THE CRITICS SAID
“[The] best SF novel published in English in the last ten years. It has the scope of Childhood’s End, the verbal playfulness of Cat’s Cradle, and the ethical seriousness and comic rage of Rasselas.”
“The story zips along with vivid images, and the message is clear: A heady brew, the wine of violence packs a hangover.”
“[A] twelve-course literary banquet spiced with intriguing characterizations and inventive plotting … Morrow draws his plot and characters together like a spinner patiently working at a spinning wheel, drawing fine threads of gold from seeming flax … It is a triumphant writing performance that should guarantee an eager audience for future Morrow novels.”
“Beneath the high-tech space trappings, the author paints a nice little fable about what it means to be ‘human’ … Are hatred and blood-lust as necessary for man’s soul as peace and tranquility? In this imaginative novel, James Morrow proposes a thought-provoking answer.
“Morrow spins a satiric examination of violence that runs from light comedy to Swiftian bitterness, without ever letting the reader feel smugly superior. [He] knows the value of pushing issues to extremes to highlight a central point and the effectiveness of allegory in various guises.”
“An anthropological fable that, for all its cool intelligence, bustles with life … Morrow writes a breezy blend of philosophical fiction and blood-stirring adventure.”