"I once slept for two and a half minutes during one of his sentences, though of course, I masked it well and he never knew."
That sentence describes a meeting with a genius whose invention is going to change human galactic history, but who is not much respected by our POV character, as you can see. This is a small example of the irreverent wit that drives much of the narration of this novel. It's difficult to describe what the novel is, because it's very much a kitchen sink novel: it throws a surprising Universe at the reader (though it also throws the reader bones of understanding), and it indulges in humor, social satire, cultural satire, withering historic criticism, while giving us engaging characters who strive against terrible odds, while also making you wonder why humans have been allowed to survive, if this is the best we can do.
I love that kind of Science Fiction novel, which takes itself as a romp, an exaggerated charade; and the reading experience reminds me of the times I discovered Out on Blue Six and Perdido Street Station. Yes, I own all of Palmer's novels, and I look forward to reading them.
[For those geeks who pay attention to my "progress report" on this book, I should explain. I originally started it in 2015, got almost a hundred pages in, and realized that I'd need to Really Pay Attention to this one. Alas, I got hit with a ton of student manuscripts, so I had to put it aside. Whenever I would think about restarting, some other Major Distraction was looming. So recently I finally had a mostly open period in front of me, and I started the book again from the beginning. So, no, it didn't take me two and a half years to get through this. And yes, I'm sorry I waited.]
The character arc for Lena, the central human personage, is somewhat amazing, and very clever. She's essentially from our own time, but manages to live long enough for semi-immortality treatments to be introduced (she's an early adopter), and she will make herself President of Humanity for quite a stretch, and then will venture out into Space. She will undergo many, many transformations and reinventions (and the novel is a satire on self-reinvention, among other things) in her centuries of existence, but in her own narration her self-image is:
"Secretly, though, I consider myself to be a monster, a horror---a flayed beast. Nothing will ever persuade me otherwise. But I have an inner cesspool, where all my bad thoughts and fears go. There dwells the monster. There my hate broods and simmers."
Later on that same page she will ask, rhetorically, the mother's question which is her personal dilemma: "Is it really all my fault that my oh so beautiful baby turned into the most evil human being who has ever lived?"
I note that one of the clever tactics of this novel is that Lena remembers our era, and in telling her story in the future, her main points of reference are sufficiently familiar to the reader to reduce the future shock.
Another amusement, for this reader, is that the book plays with the concerns of writers, in relation to the audience. We have a brief scientific explanation at one point, and Lena parenthetically addresses the reader:
(Fell free to skip ahead, by the way, if this section is boring you. I know it's complicated and hard. So if you have one of those sad grasshopper minds which can't sustain abstract thought for more than a few seconds, or if you're a child of MTV with a channel-hopping finger and no stamina, then please, just skip! Move on to the exciting sections later in which I battle with master criminals and put my life in danger on a daily basis. Go on---I won't be offended---see if I care---skip!)
We also get a lot of homage to classic SF works, and there is a one-paragraph description of a serious Problem, that manages to nod to Heinlein, Niven, Pournelle and Crichton all in one go:
"It was, after all, a plague. A plague of intelligent Bugs that could possess and annihilate a human being in instants. These were Bugs that could learn the English language in a matter of days. They could eat a spaceship. They could build a new spaceship out of particles so small the human eye could not perceive them. They were tiny, they were evil, and we were their prey."
For my students and clients, be warned. This is a three-grimace novel.
Otherwise, recommended.