I just finished Alastair Reynold's sci-fi opera, Revelation Space. Reading it now, 13 years after it's publication, the book still feels fresh. The concept of quite hard sci-fi without FTL travel (and, obviously, the modern social media enviroment that was successfully embedded into Hannu Rajaniemi's The Quantum Thief and The Fractal Prince) works well when you do just what Reynolds did: add a pinch of decline and post-apocalyptism, mix it with Lovecraftian concepts of horrors from beyond the stars and stir. As a result the book's visual storytelling was enjoyable, plot was a rollercoaster of twists and slowly unraveling revelations, and in the end - yes, there are horrible machines that kill all sentient species if they can. You can now cross over that pesky Drake Equation, boys.
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