Mmm, mmm, good. An absolutely remarkable first novel. So yummy that I confess I binge read it, with hooked fingers scooping New York Carl — cold — straight out of the can, not willing to go get a spoon, re-constitute it, or even wait and heat it up. Oh, and crackers? Fuggedaboutit!
However….however … I am getting tired of this whole literary GIRL-WHO-??? theme that states every work must seemingly include a precocious, sexually ambiguous, early-20s young woman whom everyone who comes in contact with her agrees to put their lives on complete hold for.
The first “Expanse” novel I’ve read without watching the corresponding TV episodes first.
I like the series best either when it goes wide, wide angle (exploring the big picture of man’s tentative first steps into space) or turns that focus wheel down tight to the close angle view of naked apes clubbing each other to death despite all their advances.
Cibola Burn offers both views, but focuses mainly on the middle exposures, which I didn’t find as compelling. Still very good though.
Mosley is one of my favourite authors. He seldom tells a story that isn’t about social inequity and man’s inhumanity to man. But he never forgets the story, which rises above all. Combined with memorable characters and a fine flourish in manipulating the English language, he is almost always worth reading.
This one is a melange, YA with historical fiction, the supernatural, aliens and love in many forms.