![]() ![]() Here, though there are moments in which space travel comes into play, the action is almost entirely terrestrial. The previous book spends much time in space, aboard a stolen military-grade K-ship. Or rather a sliver of the Tract, the alien K-code incarnate, has fallen to the ground near the depressed city of Saudade. Nova Swing is set on a world that somehow intercepts that same Kefahuchi Tract on one discrete area of its surface. I have read it, and those muddled sentences above are about the best I can do for a summary. If you haven’t read Light and are confused, don’t worry. And, just to spice things up, the Tract is somehow involved with ancient alien relics, the appropriation of which forms the goal of much of that book’s plot. The Tract is also puzzlingly related to an invisible, though hungry, earthly horror and his serial killer scion. In an example of the casual but powerful analogy at which Harrison excels, the galactic neighborhood near the Tract is often called the Beach. In Light the Tract is a wild plaything for entradistas - thrill-seeking celebrity pilots whose exploits seem to make up the substance of much of that galactic arm’s rumor. Somewhere out in the hinterlands of human-inhabited space there is a stretch of bad physics, a mean glowing strip of strange, light years long, known as the Kefahuchi Tract. Nova Swing's conceit is essentially the same as the conceit of M. ![]()
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