My three-star rating is an average of several above-average elements and below-average ones.
- Above average: A 1978 novel predicts both color LCD screens, and portable phones. Especially with the latter, it's treated as a normal fact of life, eg., someone checks his shirt pocket before he leaves a room to make sure he remembered his phone.
- Above average: The aliens are designed to be, well, *alien.*
- Below average: ...but the aliens still end up being too comprehensible to modern western man. (This is, by the way, the complaint I have with almost all Robert J. Sawyer novels: The aliens, with utterly divergent biology, are still psychologically human.) Especially given the indications of the aliens' entirely different conception of gender and their complete devotion to democracy even as a reality-determining process, I had hoped for some gentle exposition that explored this.
- Too many unresolved plot threads, or ones with are solved almost off-handedly after having been dwelt on for chapters.
- The aliens and humans never actually meet -- there are fragmentary broadcast discussions hampered by the crudity of translation, but it's never any real sort of "encounter" with the alien.