The constant progression of ideas and themes is a little like throwing all the ingredients from the cupboard into a pan; while there are some interesting and even enjoyable flavours, the overall effect is both overwhelming and unsatisfying.
We’re never at a loss for stories about how the empire or metropole would deal with an apocalypse, but rarely do we ever see a globe-altering event affect anywhere else, let alone demonstrate how the “end of the world” would never hit all of us equally.
Occupying the space between “novel” and “collection,” Slipping follows the logic of dreams. Characters surface at unexpected times, their experiences described from multiple perspectives in noncontiguous chapters, resulting in a fractured effect.
Determann challenges the Orientalist narrative that the Muslim world is inherently opposed to the speculative possibilities offered by science fiction.
The light of midnight stars is only a faint sparkling glimmer, barely shedding enough illumination to read or see your way by on a dark night. It’s weak.
