I hope no one judges Liu by this. It's hard to believe that it's the same author whose major award-winners I've read. This one stinks on ice.
Liu's afterword says that the first draft was written "thirty years ago" -- which forces us to assume that he wrote the Afterword in 2019 for this edition, and the first draft was 1989. He's 26 then.
DNF at page 210, and from what I've seen I bailed at just the right time, before it got really silly and racist and anti-American -- to go along with the already-displayed sexism and sloppy writing. And I say that as a person who has NO use for the US gun culture.
We start with a bit-of-a-stretch-but-still-plausible idea that a supernova could kill all the adults (slowly, by radiation poisoning) while leaving the still-developing-thus-more-resilient kids. The adults have 10-12 months to teach the kids EVERYTHING. Which apparently includes jet piloting, operating nuclear-powered aircraft carriers, gourmet cooking for the White House, air traffic control, army and police skills, how to run a power system, ... plus a lecture of the importance of feeding everyone with no explanation of how they managed to DO it.
The first crisis is solved by [minor spoiler warning] have the city computer system suddenly go mega-AI knows-all-sees-all, which is odd because nothing of the sort is mentioned in later pages.
Why did I stop? Well, around page 205 I made some notes.
Guests arrive in formal evening dress. POTUS is in a tweed suit. Is that careless, or a cheap shot at America (note: I'm Canadian, I *like* cheap shots at America -- jk, jk)
They have China arriving late because "an Email error missed countries beginning with C." Oh, come ON. How would that error happen?
The Formal Meal is just as adults would do it -- so presumably it's galettes of asparagus in a reduction of fiddleheads and beetroot, a salade niçoise, a couple of Chateaubriands and some lobsters, all prepared by a 12-year-old chef.
But now POTUS wants ice cream [how did Liu know, all those yers ago?], and of course they have barrels of it ready.
AND AT THE SAME TIME these kids are slugging back whiskey and brandy. No one thinks that's a bad idea. None of them spit it out and go, "JFC in a sidecar, what IS that stuff?"
They're going to choose a Queen for UK based on prettiness. FFS. The same kids who are trusted with the nuclear codes and know how to do air traffic control.
Now they're arguing about nuclear carriers and missiles. Wait, I thought they voluntarily gave up their nukes a few pages back.
Punches are thrown. Davey, who's 12 or 13, shouts, "What're you calling me? Hegemonic?" FFS, does this guy know any children? Most ADULTS have never used that word.
Then we meet the Americans, all packing, and shooting things just for fun. There are strong hints that we're going Lord of the Flies now. I'm out.
But again I say, Three-Body Problem was great.