Eversion

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It's even gloomier than his other works and with a longer exposition than usual, but one that will pay off eventually.

It's not often you can feel immersed in a book so quickly but this is one that I can say did the task well and in a short space of time. From here on in things get decidedly strange: Coade is suddenly on a steam ship rounding Cape Horn, but with the same crew and the same mission. scenario that occurs in some of the best of Gene Wolfe's fantasies such as Castleview and There Are Doors - but it is less often found in science fiction, and Reynolds makes a great job of dealing it. The first two thirds of the book was a bit tedious and slightly boring and to be honest I nearly gave up. The narrative bogs down, in repeatedly re-establishing the same plot and same characters in each new instantiation, sometimes in the word-heavy writing style of 19th century adventures.

Eversion is an excellent, time-hopping, swashbuckling adventure, with a great twist about 60% into the narrative. I met my wife in the Netherlands through a mutual interest in climbing and we married back in Wales. I was enraptured by the ingenuity of its construction, the (apparent) frailty of the main character, the premise and its conclusion, but I deeply missed the vastity of the universe.

At what point does adherence to a role, however important to the survival of a mission, give way to the human need for connection? And in the distant future, he is the doctor aboard a spaceship investigating a mysterious artifact in space. Eversion was a pleasant surprise, a well-crafted and compelling mystery science-fiction story that keeps you questioning, with cleverly unpredictable but logical explanations and engaging character conflict. Coade spends a good deal of time wondering about it, then double-guessing himself, and then actively trying to figure out, what exactly might be going on.Under increasingly urgent prodding by Cossile, he becomes aware that something is amiss, that the story he seeks to tell is recursive, that he is possibly a fallible narrator: “I felt that I ought to know what my own unconscious will had wrought, but there was nothing.