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543 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
Some had told him that he, too, should be dead—he could not remember whether it had been the surgeon or Colonel Oosik. Perhaps it had been Shell, although it did not see the sort of thing that Shell would say.That focus on insignificant detail flattens out the plot. And just look at all that detail. It doesn’t add to our understanding of the character, the plot, or the themes. So why bother to have it? This extract is typical of the narrative here which is told in a fragmented, disjointed way. Is there a reason for this? Not that I can see. In fact, it seems to run counter to the central conceit behind the story.(3)
The needler would not fire. He tugged its trigger again and returned it to the windowsill, congratulating himself on having resolved to test it; saw that he had left the safety catch on, pushed it off, took aim at a large bottle of cologne on the dresser, and squeezed the trigger. The needler cracked in his hand like a bullwhip and the bottle exploded, filling the room with the clean scent of spruce.
He reapplied the safety and thrust the needler into his waistband under the yellow tunic.