A review by cnapple
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

3.0

Reviewers of Stars in My Pocket (SMP henceforth), seem to fall largely into two camps; those for whom it is a triumph of high concept intellectual science fiction, and those for whom it is a masturbatory, deliberately opaque conceptual clusterfuck. I'm going to go ahead and say it's both. Where SMP succeeds is in its ahead-of-its time examinations of cultural phenomena; the post-gender, post-puritanical velmian society, the prescient notion of the galaxy-literally-at-your-fingertips GI. It also successfully portrays some interesting, if more low-brow sci-fi standards; mind-swapping with an alien species through technology, holo-techology applied to aesthetic and functional purposes. In all this, SMP sets the standard for a well-thought out, well-represented conceptual shmorgasbord. Where it falls short is in the execution of a cohesive narrative that progresses in a logical direction and at a logical pace.

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