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A review by x0pherl
Hominids by Robert J. Sawyer
3.0
Like everything I've read by Sawyer, I liked this book, even though I found much of the writing pretty cringe-worthy. The first two paragraphs should show pretty well what I don't mean:
The blackness was absolute.
Watching over it was Louise Benoît, twenty-eight, a statuesque postdoc from Montreal with a mane of thick brown hair stuffed, as required here, into a hair net. She kept her vigil in a cramped control room, buried two kilometers — “a mile an’ a quarder,” as she sometimes explained for American visitors in an accent that charmed them — beneath the Earth’s surface.
"statuesqe", "mane of thick brown hair"? seriously?
When He's not writing about Louise Benoît (and he doesn't, much) the story is quite engaging and fun speculation.
The blackness was absolute.
Watching over it was Louise Benoît, twenty-eight, a statuesque postdoc from Montreal with a mane of thick brown hair stuffed, as required here, into a hair net. She kept her vigil in a cramped control room, buried two kilometers — “a mile an’ a quarder,” as she sometimes explained for American visitors in an accent that charmed them — beneath the Earth’s surface.
"statuesqe", "mane of thick brown hair"? seriously?
When He's not writing about Louise Benoît (and he doesn't, much) the story is quite engaging and fun speculation.