Weird book. Well written in a sense (good English and grammar and all), but the plotting is strange (wanted to say terrible) and don't know how to accept the idea of scientifically arranged marriages presented with no irony. The mind-reading was ridiculous and the aliens stereotypical. And the giant brain in the tank was trope at its worst. Bought the book at the Habitat ReStore, and just glad all the pages were present, as the body of the book was loose from the garish cover. This is proof that I will read anything.
It starts out so well: a far future utopia encountering an invisible flying saucer and an abduction event, as if straight out of ufology lore. On the sentence level, this is exceptionally well-written, far above the usual pulp level of artistry which the book, by its cover, seems to promise. But we soon realize this is not going to be a novel, as such, but a coolly-presented sf adventure with scant attempt at novelistic interiority: cerebral, definitely emotionally distant, likely focused on spinning out its world-spanning yarn. Will it continue on-track past the third chapter? I’ll find out as I read on!