John Sheppard has been funny, poignant, and tough in his writing before. But this is the first time his writing has been so formidable. Part of it is obviously the length of Explosive Decompression, which is his longest published work to-date. But a lot of the weight of the book is in the details, in the way it shifts from SF, to magical realism, to a cosmic comedy style that has influences all over the map (from Doug Adams to Jonathan Swift), while yet remaining Sheppard’s baby throughout. All of Sheppard’s trademark humor and ability to turn a phrase is on display, but there’s a maturity and a poetic quality to the work that marks his maturation (if not breakthrough) as a writer. That the book can maintain the tightrope walk of addressing serious themes without getting didactic or pretentious is quite the high wire act.
The plot defies description, like most great fiction. If I were to try to describe it, though, I would say it is about a girl (or a copy of a girl, or a copy of a copy of girl) flinging her way through space and time and trying to rescue humans (and animals) from a nightmare future all too familiar to readers of dystopian fiction (or residents of 21st century America). The book works as a standalone, but is also a sequel to After the Jump, another book Sheppard wrote that is very good, but not necessary reading to appreciate this one.
Here’s hoping there’s another sequel in the works. Highest Recommendation.