i love Ian Wallace: for the ideas, which are outlandish, and pretty fun. i hate Ian Wallace: for the actual reading part. what's wrong with the guy? it doesn't read like English. well, maybe English as she is spoke in Outer Mongolia. stiff and skittish. weird. but he has nifty thoughts. and every book plays out some new extraordinary and outrageous premise. so i keep on picking them up, whenever i see one. i should sit down and read all the Croyd stuff in order, maybe that would help.

this one's about a future that might be our past, and there are two brothers, see, and one's an angel, one's a devil. sound simple, so far? ha! clearly you haven't read enough Ian Wallace. in fact the angel's a version of Prometheus, the bringer of fire, getting his liver eaten at intervals, and the devil brother might just be the good guy. or possibly God. not too bright, but he creates, where his brother does the crit; and he hates the crit. he also hates fire, and spiders. and it's all about, of course, creation, seen from the PoV of a future us, following the trail of stars. and also the PoV of them as did the original work. and, oh yeah, there's a Lilith too, the before Eve version, and she's actually the snake. as in snake in the woodpile, maybe; needless to say, more than one point of view on that one.

but see? the only thing to do with Ian Wallace is to read his stuff. even though sometimes it requires a bit of plowing. because it keeps taking turns of its own, and the fun for the reader is in the follow. ( )