NY: Morrow, 1993.
Kress is one of the best science fiction novelists around and has been for a couple of decades. So, even though she’s won several serious awards, it’s a puzzle why she’s not better known. Perhaps it’s because she writes not space opera and shoot-‘em-ups, or interminable fantasy series, but novels of the mind that deal with actual science. Her books assume the reader will make the effort to think about what she’s saying. And perhaps that says something depressing about the SF market these days.