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I also felt the same way about the lack of Black characters. It seemed like when characters weren’t Chinese he defaulted to white, with one or two Latino characters. Although there was one Black character, Fraisse. I think especially with the subject matter basically being humanity itself, at some point in the story we should have gone to Africa, the birthplace of humanity. But, like you, that failing was further motivation for me to continue writing, as was the serious sexism problem in the book. 

A understated review of Death'S End by Liu Cixin

The last time a book penetrated me this deeply was when I read one of the Song of Ice and Fire for the first time and was blown away by the audacity and imagination of the writer and Liu Cixin just revised my favorite top ten lists of authors.

Even when I didn’t agree with where the narrative went, I still remained captivated.

I don’t know how to summarize the plot because this is the last book of a trilogy and while every book can be read without the others, this last one tops the other two, but that comparison is only possible because I read the other two. I guess a few key words in this trilogy are humanity, alien, space, civilizations, galaxies, time travel, science, love, hope and death. But that still doesn’t do justice to the roller coaster effect you get from reading this.

Cant thank enough Ken Liu for translating this, because having for the last two years started to read more science fiction, you start to know how things will go, but this thriller, cinematic ride that Liu Cixin is able to draw out in the midst of hard science concepts where scientists go back and forth on ideas says a lot about his skill level as a writer.

Now comes what I really didn’t like about the trilogy: where are black people in the multi universes Liu Cixin created? Of course the main actors are Chinese and the supporting cast is white and even some Latino, but not even one black character. Then again that’s true of 99% of science fiction out here so thank you Lou Cixin for giving me the motivation to write what I am not seeing in the science fiction world.

The ultimate art gallery, the wonders and magic of space

she’s beauty she’s grace she’s in love with aliens and space

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Didn’t guess this one, either. And I don’t remember any orbital tethers in that story, or antennae. Plumes of plasma fire, maybe, but not tethers.

“Oh, heavens! Starry Sky!” AA cried out.

Cheng Xin knew that she was referring to Van Gogh’s  painting. True, the universe really did look like the painting. The painting in her memory was almost a perfect copy of the two-dimensional Solar System before her eyes. Giant planets filled space, the areas of the planets seeming to exceed even the gaps between them. But the immensity of the planets did not give them any sense of substantiality. Rather, they looked like whirlpools in space-time. In the universe, every part of space flowed, churned, trembled between madness and horror like fiery flames that emitted only frost. The Sun and the planets and all substance and existence seemed to be only hallucinations produced by the turbulence of space-time. 

Cheng Xin now recalled the strange feeling she had experienced each time she had looked at Van Gogh’s painting. Everything else in the painting - the trees that seemed to be on fire, and the village and mountains at night - showed perspective and depth, but the starry sky above had no three-dimensionality at all, like a painting hanging in space. 

Because the starry night was two-dimensional.

How could Van Gogh have painted such a thing in 1889? Did he, having suffered a second breakdown, truly leap across five centuries and see the sight before them using only his spirit and delirious consciousness? Or, maybe it was the opposite: He had seen the future, and the sight of this Last Judgment had caused his breakdown and eventual suicide.

Death’s End (p. 529), Cixin Liu