2/3 so bleak and depressing that it was a struggle to get through, 1/3 exactly the kind of revolution porn that makes me love Tchaikovsky so much.
Probably the most /him/ of all his books I've read so far, but not the most fun of them.
I really loved this book. It felt like the interest and passion in biology that Mikhail Bakunin exhibited in Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution but told ask a sci-fi epic@!
analyzing the conditions and contradictions of a human inmate labour camp upon an exoplanet with alien life Tchaikovsky looks at what makes us human, what mutualism and organization mean, and the struggles against domination.
I would liken this to The Dispossessed of Tchaikovsky's catalog and want you all to read it then get coffee with me and talk about the ups and downs.
Another great Tchaikovsky take on the truly alien, this time with added revolutionary fervor. If you like near-to-mid-future scifi rooted in existing social issues and aliens that aren't just humans with weird foreheads, Alien Clay is for you!
