I knew before opening this book that it was unlikely to please me (I will explain why later). I probably would have avoided reviewing 2015’s Luna: New Moon (unless paid) … except that Tor went to the trouble of sending me a copy. I am torn between
1) ignoring what Tor clearly hopes is going to be a popular novel, one they spent money to send me, and
2) giving a full and frank account of what I actually think about it.
It’s not clear which would be worse from Tor’s point of view. Still, as Roscoe Arbuckle might have said “There’s no such thing as bad publicity.” And it’s not like me panning The Wind Up Girl had any negative effect on its sales.
Luna: New Moon reminds me of Robinson’s 2312 in a number of ways, none of them positive. I have the same sense that this is one of those books fated to be widely praised as a brilliant work of hard science fiction, whereas I will be once again reprising my role as Tolstoy in Nobody Cares Why You Hate Shakespeare, Leo.