This was my first Poul Anderson epic novel and it’s a dandy. I see why he’s one of scifi’s revered masters. As previously mentioned about some other such books, the Amazon reader-critics are pretty harsh, for such reasons as it being hard to keep the saga’s many characters straight.
That’s inane. It’s easy to flip back a few pages to remind yourself, and the story is worth the effort. The tale’s overarching idea, that most of humanity eventually becomes bored with space travel and retreats to study itself, is a shocking thought. Then you remember how we landed on the moon on this very day and forty years later what do we do? Except for our robots (and their contribution, however limited, certainly is worthwhile) we’re not even exploring the solar system, let alone the stars.
UPDATE: Indeed, fifty-one percent don’t even want to go to Mars. Sigh.
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