Kim Stanley Robinson was first brought to my attention by a guest post on this blog, and when I saw 2312 on the list of Nebula nominees (and since I had a hankering for some hard SF) I nominated it for my book club and it was selected. Fast forward to now: my hankering for hard SF has been sated, and I'm reminded why I often stay with YA and fantasy. 2312 was interesting--I got through its 561 pages in about a week, which says something about the quality of the writing--but I'm left without a really strong impression of the story, which says something else entirely.
The characters were real and easy to imagine. They changed and evolved. The setting was engaging without being over-described. There were conflicts, and romance. So why was I not very impressed with it? I feel like I should be. I guess it's just that the main plot is kind of dry, and not very exciting. I knew I wasn't going to get Star Wars, and yet I wanted there to be space battles. Or something really weird and unexpected. But everything was so easy to imagine, so plausible. Maybe that's why it works, maybe it's a work of speculative fiction, a warning.
If it is a warning, I will take it to heart and make my future plans now: I'm booking tickets for me and my husband on a sex liner. Those at least sound like fun.
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Genre: science fiction