Palimpsest probably gets my vote for the Hugo this year. Like The City & The City, its central device is a parallel place visible just out of the corner of one’s eye; but where Miéville takes this concept as background, hangs a murder mystery over it, and then disappoints with the big reveal at the end, in Valente’s book the parallel city practically is the narrative, as her four protagonists work their way towards it and to the eventual climax.
I cannot remember a recent Hugo nominee as erotic as Palimpsest, which has already won the Lambda Award for best LGBT sf novel of the year. The prose is generally rich and luscious. I was completely seduced!
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