“There is no time,” takes on a whole new meaning.
Set in the far distant future of Earth—or an Earth—this tale interleaves the struggle of three couples against the tyranny of their day’s culture. The structure echoes Isaac Asimov’s The Gods Themselves, my least favorite of his novels. On the other hand this is the best Modesitt I’ve read to date. It was contending for an additional star before the denouement got preachy.
Modesitt creates not one but three believable future cultures and technology so high that it might as well be magic. Dense with techno-babble.
Interesting, that despite focusing on three couples—at least one of which live in a female dominant culture—Modesitt tells the story from the point of view of the male in each pair.
Good science fiction if you can stand the preaching and, since his soapbox closely matches prevailing cultural dogma, it’s not hard to take. If only he’d toned it down a bit … .