Very Manly Sci-Fi for Real Men
All kidding aside, I was growing a certain amount of chest hair reading it. Miller and Holden are MEN and it oozes out of every pore of this sci-fi epic. That's not a good thing, or a bad thing, it's just something to be prepared for. There's a fascinating preoccupation with aching balls, someone's literally haunted by the visage of his dead wife, Holden's romance arc is three braincells working very hard to understand that the object of his affection (his second choice, really) is a human being with agency and feelings. He gets there in the end but boy is the internal journey - what there is of it - tedious. If you ever wanted to learn what the male gaze is, beyond like, titties, then this is a very good case study. But it would be an exaggeration to claim that this breaks an otherwise solid sci-fi adventure. Something Corey does truly well is tension. The shifting PoV forces you to always read the next two chapters to find out what happened next, making the book incredibly easy to scarf down like a stack of pancakes. The world building is solid, as is the prose. I'm not usually a sci-fi gal, I swear, but I made an exception in the mid 2000s for Mass Effect and I am making an exception in the mid 2020s for The Expanse. It's both a world shattering catastrophe and small, personal stories, artfully interwoven by a skilled author. The next book is on the couch next to me, waiting to continue the saga. I recommend fence sitters on sci-fo to give this one a shot.









