As the novel opens, we are in what appears to be a post-apocalyptic world. Its inhabitants are physically deformed: partly or wholly limbless, or with a flipper for a limb; one-eyed; lacking noses or external ears; covered with fur or with scales. Thompson’s intention, as she announces in the Foreword to this reprint of a work originally published in 1984, is “to make people identify, even love, beyond the furthest outposts of their aesthetic prejudices.”
Reader, she does.
She pulls us inside her imagined world--actually a colony within the world as we know it--and lays bare the flaws in the real one. The days I spent with Conscience Place made me homesick for what might exist, and heartsick for what does.
Could an alternative world ever exist? What will happen to the one in Conscience Place, in the clash between it and the larger world?
Read this bewitching, fiercely original novel and find out.