This second book in the series by Kim Stanley Robinson is a beautiful work of art. I’m halfway through, and thought I’d share a quick opinion of this work.
I was wrong about The Years of Rice and Salt, which I loved, being his best. This is better. 50 Degrees Below has the coolest damned cast of characters. The subplots are magnificent, gripping, startling. Sometimes when I’m reading KSR, I get the feeling that he’s sort of like the blogger guy that goes and finds all sorts of cool new stuff to do and to know, and lists it all in digestible form on his blog as a service. Somehow, KSR just seems to know EXACTLY what will interest me, this day, this moment. How? Just because we live in the same city? Is he wiretapping my brain? Jeez.
No one else has ever made the scientific funding proposal process so intense and dramatic. I don’t have time to detail all the facets of this work, but the moments of epiphany are RAMPANT. I mean, I either learn something or am pushed into emotional growth every other damned page. The destroyed park. The tree platform. Miss Piggy the automatic climbing ladder. The homeless guys playing frisbee. The descriptions of women’s faces. The fire. The Auroch. You know what it is?
KSR is HIP. KSR is COOL. KSR is RIGHT. He’s like, more than a writer. He’s –
Something new. No other writer does what he does. Damn. I love this book. I’m going to burst into tears when I finish it. YAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! IT’S TOO GOOD!
Read this series.