Cry out into space between worlds

As it transpired, The Space Between Worlds was able to surpass my expectations significantly. Though, to be honest, I would’ve never been able to finish it, had I not been tasked to review it in Russian. Russian SF, if it actually can be deemed science-related at all, truly has a soft spot for world-walkers (called, somewhat pejoratively, попаданцы).

I still think that the book would have felt more coherent without excessively wokeistic portrayal of Adam as white plantation owner turned up to Elon Musk’s 11. Adam was a descendant of refugees from the Middle East genocide, after all.

Bosch looks like caricatural Musk’s or Zuckerberg’s spiritual heir who has stripped all humane in him as unnecessary. That being said, I still choose a world-walking experience over critical race theory solutions in search of a problem. I hope Adam gains victory over the lot of man (pun intended) — to suffer and to die — and/or will teach his apprentices some of his dark energy traversing magic.

So much ‘razor-sharp social commentary’ that it actually hurts the book, which, albeit positioned as SF novel, after some meandering deteriorates instead into BLM-laced social drama. Thanks, but no, thanks. Bring another, now of higher denomination, bill to the floor.