The audio play is short, just seventy-three minutes, but that’s more than enough time to take you on a melancholy trip through the hours leading up to the impromptu Christmas Eve truce in World War I.
This is less a view of flyover country and more a response to flare-ups in flyover country. Still, I sat down and read the book in one sitting because it’s smart, well-written, on point, and unapologetic. I dig that.
While the story doesn’t really add much to the Alien universe—it really is a mash-up of the two movies—it’s still fun as hell to be back with Ripley (although she feels a little less feminist badass in the book, but not offensively so).
The book chronicles the rise of Homo sapiens from our earliest days on through the very near future, gently walking the reader through the complex issues of empire building, the development of cultures, and the ethical examinations of what it means to even be human.
I’m generally not inclined to go all praise the prose about writers because that’s a complement that is subjective. But I don’t know how to write about Harriet Said without telling you that Bainbridge tells a tight, taut story that unfolds in all of its horrifying details.