Elsewhere,
Julian Sabreur of MI5 is dealing with a national threat to security, as a top
government scientist has been attacked, and losing her isn’t an option. Yet when
he tries to make sense of the attack, he finds only strange leads that lead him
directly to Lee and Mal, and their otherworldly company.
There’s
very little to fault about this book. There’s something about a carefully
written story that believably warps our sense of space and time that I can’t
resist, and The Doors of Eden is not only a contender in this genre, but a
heavyweight. Literally.
But don’t
be intimidated by the size of this tome. The prose is so elegant, and the
writing so snappy, that you soon forget you’re making your way through a 597-page
monster. As the story unfolds, the pain in your wrists will be replaced with
joy – at a truly mesmerizing story, and a serious FOMO for earths that never
were.
Tchaikovsky
has a unique talent: he writes science fiction that reads like real science. Between
each chapter of this book, there’s a clever trick – a chapter from a biology
text that not only gives weight to the strange creations that have sprouted
from the writer’s imagination, but manages to make all these seemingly outlandish
theories not just possible, but believable. By the final chapter of The
Doors of Eden, you’ll have been so cleverly primed to believe in the
extraordinary, that you’ll no longer notice that faint line between reality and
fiction – it’s abolished, by sheer good writing and epic story-telling. That kind
of magic alone is what makes The Doors of Eden worth reading – it’s as
much an experience as it is a journey through space and time.
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