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How to describe this book? It’s a big-brained, high concept, depressing-but-not, hopeful-but-not examination of the absurdity of living in a world we KNOW is made of intense and institutionalised inequality, a world we KNOW we are making uninhabitable for human life at an alarming, near-future rate, and in a society we KNOW is increasingly built around keeping us as isolated from each other as we can.

It’s a book that asks how we can cling to our humanity amidst the catastrophe that is modern human existence, how we can forge real connections with each other, who we can trust with our precious stores of faith, and how we can make the most of our small lives while we have the gift of them. But it asks none of this explicitly, instead building a tapestry of intensely lonely (occasionally unlikable, though always understandable) people already trying to survive in an odd world that suddenly becomes even odder.

The narrative is disjointed (which is thematically appropriate) and the answers to the questions it asks are largely left to you to find, but Robbins� effective and chatty writing style keeps the book from becoming too overwhelmingly cerebral. If you’ve loved Hank Green’s Carl books, anything by Emily St. John Mandel, or Orbital by Samantha Harvey, then this is the contemplative, slightly weird contemporary sci-fi for you.

Thanks to Bindery for the digital ARC. I am a member/supporter of the Mareas Bindery imprint, but this review and rating is an honest one.