I like Stephen Baxter books, when I’m in the mood. He writes ‘hardcore’ sci-fi that takes a few reads to fully appreciate, plus a google or two to understand the background science he bases some of his stories on, but sometimes it gets a bit depressing. This last two weeks have been one of those times.
When I’m not in good form, I don’t like to consider things like the ultimate death of the universe or the futility of evolution on Earth. I like to wallow, comforted by my own little world and the things that I can influence…yet into this comes something like Baxter’s Evolution and suddenly the whole scale of life hits me. Both ways. I’ve just finished the book, I’m in the ‘deep thought’ funk that follows these sorts of reads and I’m facing the birth of our next kiddie circa May 25th.

Altogether, they’re thought provoking, especially for a male approaching his middle years. If nothing gets posted, it’s usually for the best. The boy is behaving well again, thank fuck, so that helps, but it’ll take a few nights for the effects of being baxtered to wear off again.

I’ll have to stop doing this, but he writes so well…

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