Slow Bullets

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From the author of the Revelation Space series comes an interstellar adventure of war, identity, betrayal, and the preservation of civilization itself.

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ISBN-13: 9781473218420
ISBN-10: 147321842X
Pagini: 288
Dimensiuni: 129 x 198 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.28 kg
Editura: Orion Publishing Group


2016 American Library Association Reading List Honor Title
A UK Guardian Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Book of 2015
A Buzzfeed June 2015 Pick
Locus 2015 Recommended Reading List: Best Novella
2016 Locus Award shortlist
2016 Hugo nominated novella

“What happens to survivors at the end of an interstellar war? In the latest from Reynolds ("Revelation Space" series), refugees, soldiers, and criminals are loaded aboard the same vessel and plunged into cryo-suspension. When Scur wakes in her capsule, she's confused, as it seems far too soon and no one is in charge. With the ship's computer in terminal decline and the only stable source of information the slow bullets injected into their bodies, Scur and the other passengers must decide what's more important, their personal lives or the larger fate of humanity. VERDICT While shorter than Reynolds's usual fare, this is no less ambitious in covering vast scopes of space and time while addressing big questions. Suggest to fans of Ian MacDonald or Kim Stanley Robinson, particularly those who liked Aurora.”
Library Journal, starred review

“Reynolds does his usual fine job of creating a compelling narrative out of the classic materials of space opera as viewed through a modern sensibility and an awareness of the real science of space travel. Recommended.”

“This is not military science fiction, this is war opera. Recommended!”
Bewildering Stories

“A fine example of the true science fictionist’s art. . . .”
—Michael Bishop, author of A Funeral for the Eyes of Fire, And Strange at Ecbatan the Trees, and Transfigurations

“Dang, Reynolds can write. This has it all: a fantastic premise, a solid protagonist, and incredible tension to carry everyone along.”
50 Book Challenge

“Alastair Reynolds is the world's best writer of space opera. If you have any doubts, then read Slow Bullets.”
—Allen Steele, author of Coyote and Spindrift

“The writing is tight, the characters are well developed, and the story itself moves along at a cracking pace.”
Science Fiction & Fantasy Book Corner

Slow Bullets is classic science fiction, a space opera, a puzzle story, a character study, visionary science fiction, and a prayer for peace. I see no reason why you should not love it.”
—Michael Swanwick, author of Tales of Old Earth and Dancing with Bears

Slow Bullets is a huge leap forward for Alastair Reynolds”
Strange Horizons

“Alastair Reynolds weaves a tapestry of dark, dystopian societies in a tense, colorful narrative.”
New York Journal of Books

“a great introduction to Reynolds’ style and skill.”
Fantasy Literature

“...his writing mixes spartan style, provocative ideas, and flashes of dark humor.... Reynolds excels at weaving different threads together....”
Los Angeles Review of Books

“It’s a more intimate vision than what I encountered until now in Reynolds’ books, but for this very reason it felt more profound and poignant than any other I read so far, and it gave me a new level of interpretation for this author, and a key to a new way of reading his stories. Highly recommended, both for Reynolds' admirers and as an introduction to this author.”
Space and Sorcery

Slow Bullets is a tightly focused tale that moves forward at a brisk and entertaining pace. It is a satisfying story of survival mixed with an intriguing mystery.”

“...eminently worthwhile...”
Green Man Review

Slow Bullets captured my attention and did not let up until the ride was over.... Highly recommended.”

“Highly recommended”
Best Science Fiction Books

“...a captivating first-person narrative...”
Wales Arts Review

Slow Bullets, the new novella by Alastair Reynolds is space opera condensed into one of its most potent forms. Mystery, conflict, crisis, strange aliens and a story of interstellar scope - you’ll find it all...”
Worlds in Ink

“Fantastic little piece of space noir. It's not often a short novella will congruously go places the reader could not even guess in the first few pages, but this story does so flawlessly. As always, Reynolds writes excellent female protagonists, who get to have identities not at all anchored to their gender.
Fat Robot

“Stylistically this is a masterpiece to behold. Slick and polished, Slow Bullets will please the palette of any reader of any genre, not just science fiction.”
Open Book Society

“...effortlessly genius and impossible for me to put down.”
Little Red Reviewer

Slow Bullets is a confident read from Reynolds that will please fans and newcomers alike, and hopefully it will draw in new readers and encourage them to explore more of the writer’s work. Highly Recommended.”
The Fictional Hangout

“The story that Slow Bullets became had me enthralled. . . . If science fiction, mystery, and political thrillers intrigue you, I highly recommend Slow Bullets.”
The Warbler

Notă biografică

Alastair Reynolds is the bestselling author of twelve novels including the Revelation Space series. He has received the British Science Fiction Award for his novel Chasm City, as well as the Seiun and Sidewise awards, and was shortlisted for the Hugo and Arthur C. Clarke awards. In 2013, he published a Dr. Who tie-in novel, Harvest of Time, with BBC Books. Reynolds has a Ph. D in Astronomy and worked for the European Space Agency before he left to write full time. He currently lives with his wife in Barry, Wales.


After I pushed the knife into myself there was an interval of darkness, and then I woke somewhere. It was cold and there was no light. I imagined that I might have blacked out from the pain and come around again only a few minutes later.

But once I was able to assess my condition I realised that there was no longer any pain anywhere in my leg. I felt neither the bullet nor my self-inflicted wound.

I was also not in the bunker.

I was still on a sort of bed but it was soft and it did not smell of piss. It felt as if it had been made for me, shaped exactly for the contours of my own body. I was thirsty, my throat uncomfortably dry, and I was cold enough to shiver. But I was not dead.

I was very glad about not being dead.

All the same, I had no idea of my whereabouts. Wherever I was, it was not quite silent. From a distance I heard a sort of continuous low drone, like machines. Once in a while, as I lay there, I thought I heard a human voice.

I reached out and felt curving surfaces of metal and plastic. They enclosed me like an egg. By then I was starting to guess what had happened. In the skipships we travelled in hibernation, what we called hibo, so that the authorities could squeeze more soldiers into one transport, without having to
worry about provisions and living space. This felt like a hibo capsule.

So I was being repatriated.

Soldiers must have reached me in the bunker, sent me to be patched up, then handed over to the peacekeepers. I was in one of their ships.

My egg—my hibo capsule—made a sudden noise and opened itself. It came apart in two halves and a red light shone through the widening gap. The light must still have been dim but I had been in the dakr long enough that I needed to squint.

I did not have my uniform or combat equipment on. Someone had dressed me in silver trousers and a silver top. The material felt strong and clean, but it was also very thin. The top had short sleeves and did up with a simple sash around the middle. I felt as if it was the sort of thing a child or a sick person would be made to wear.

It was useless against the cold.

Gradually my eyes began to pick out more details of my surroundings. My capsule was one of many in a long, curving corridor. Of course you know these corridors for yourself. When I say “curving”, I mean that it curved up and out of sight in both directions. On the opposite wall of the corridor another row of hibo capsules. It was not only mine that had come open in two halves: there were about a third of them already open.

You may think I was instantly at home in the ship but it was not like that at all. I had travelled in skipships before, but I had never been awake for any part of the journey. I know it is hard for you to grasp the concept of there being more than one skipship, let alone thousands. But that it how it was before the wakening.