A solivagant trekker on a spiritual quest in the pristine sylvan hills of Uttarakhand breathing the pure air, imbibing the icy crystal clear water from limpid pools and gazing up at the pellucid azure sky – finally at peace with himself.
‘I would very much like to meet me.’ Thus spake Dudley Bose when he learns of the existence of an alien entity that was imbued with his personality.
This is the second time I’ve read this epic space opera and enjoyed it even more.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Peter F. Hamilton is an alien like the Starflyer, slowly infiltrating humanity with its insurrecting and corruptive ideas! Else he has a ginormously vivid imagination.
The multifarious planetary settings, eccentric characters and nail-biting and seat of the pants action make engrossing reading. The compulsive and svelte Paula Myo, goofy and spaced out Ozzie, polygamous and philandering Nigel Sheldon, the aloof and smug SI, the voluptuous, salacious and ambitious Mellanie are all memorable characters.
Then there are the aliens – the single-minded and rapacious MorningLightMountain, the sleazy, wheezy human-emotion-addicted Quatux, the bewildered and lost Tochee, ark ship or hypersentient entity High Angel and finally the mystical Silfen and their equally mystifying and parasentient pan-galactic ‘paths’ are the creations of a truly transcended mentality.
I read the Night’s Dawn Trilogy thrice and am now ready to tackle the Void series for the second time.
Mr Hamilton, I have spent a significant time of my life in your Universe. Time for a rejuve?
‘If “A Day in the Life” is about anything, it speaks to the way the daily unfolding of worldly events touches the private fragilities (sic) of ordinary people. It’s Ulysses in a pop song, the typical day made unforgettable.’
This profound insight is extracted from a superlative article at:
There’s this telling photograph of the Fab Four – John is spaced out singing and playing, Paul strums his guitar, dreaming of Linda, perhaps; George is concentrating intently while Ringo is like the human equivalent of the appendix smoking a cigarette.