I’ve read this twice now, starting with the paperback edition, and now with the nicer hardcover editions for the library, as I intend to read a third and fourth time. So, yeah, based on the Goodreads average score, I guess I somehow like this more than most.
This is my kind of smart and engaging science fiction fantasy. The premise may seem far-fetched, about a talking ape-like species in the far distant future, but the excellent characterization draws the reader in and the anthropomorphic alternate reality is accepted.
Like Orwell’s Animal Farm, this has many subtle references to our own society - its hopes, fears, and philosophical quandaries – which makes the story so intriguing. It does seem that sometimes Silverberg takes characters on the most brash and abrupt changes of direction just for the sake of shock value. Nevertheless, I slightly prefer this sequel to the original At Winter’s End, because of its probing explorations of war, societal stagnation, class structure (those with privilege and those without), political machinations, and intrapersonal perspectives.
After the initial excitement of exploring the remnants of a city left by the Great Ones, the tribe settles into disillusionment, having evolved no further than using animal-driven carts to haul goods around. The chieftain’s daily duties are to hear the gripes of merchants and complaints of citizens about clogged sewer lines and such. It’s a really dreary portrait of a society that lives with a sense of inferiority, the malaise gradually creating entropy and implosion.
Silverberg wraps things up very nicely as a new generation with hope takes the reigns. As always, the character development, and the epic scope, of these stories are masterful. One helluva story.