Set in the 1960s, Radiance is based on the assumption that interplanetary travel was made possible sometime in the 20s or 30s.
The novel itself is a movie about making movies. It offers a world that is a reflection of the real world, a better or worse version: it’s up to the readers to decide which. It’s made up of bits of script, bits of first-person narrations, bits of notebooks, bits of screen, bits of interviews, and bits of audio transcript. Radiance is a splintered narrative of spliced film. And the only reason I purchased it was because the back cover reminded me of Station Eleven. I haven’t read a book so simultaneously innovative and nostalgic since Ancillary Justice, the first review I wrote on Luna Station Quarterly. First of all, if I had all the power in the world, I would nominate it for all the Nebulas and awards out there. Radiance, though, is an entirely other beast. That being said, a lot of the “interplanetary” novels I’ve read this year have found their main plot-line on Earth. I forget that science fiction doesn’t always have to be about space but can also be about time. When I don’t read science fiction for a while, I forget how much I love it.
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