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359 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 1, 1995
What's the worst thing in a city that covers the world?
To live forever with the object of desire and not to possess it.
—p.7
Writing the third book will involve getting the first two back from the publisher and then packaging them with the third. This will take a while, and in the meantime I need to eat, so I’ve sold other books elsewhere.I don't know how old that update is, but it's been more than a quarter-century since Metropolitan came out. At this point I doubt Williams will ever produce a third volume—but (unlike a certain rather more prominent author I could name), at least Williams hasn't teased us readers unbearably about it in the meantime.
But really. I’ll get back to Aiah and Constantine as soon as I can.
"Why do we celebrate? Why aren't we all weeping?"
Aiah looks at her. "Because we get the day off?"
—p.60
"His name and image and cause had hypnotized half the world."Both Aiah and Constantine now live in the same metropolis: the Scope of Jaspeer, where neither can feel entirely at home among the paler Jaspeeri.
—p.47
But she doesn't take the pneuma this time, because it doesn't connect to Old Shorings—instead she has to use the trackline and transfer, Circle Line to Red Line to New Central Line—and every single car on Aiah's journey is overdue for service on its suspension and tires. It's a tooth-rattling ride, and by the end Aiah's kidneys ache and her bladder is full.Or consider the simple precarity of having to make rent:
—p.18
Gil had been sending what he could, but Aiah couldn't make up the difference on her own. Payments were falling behind, each by another day or two. Late penalties were piling up.
—p.20
He nods, but Aiah can't tell if he understands. That every step upward is a struggle against great weight, against her own family dragging her back, against those above her whose ponderous weight of privilege holds her down... a hopeless, endless struggle, wearying and so full of frustrations that, finally, she'd done something so dangerous she didn't even dare tell him.
—p.213