I like McAuley’s writing style, but this second book in a series of (checks) four is so rambling. Spotting the acknowledgments at the end and aha—it’s made from several short stories. Don’t do that.

The story also grates in that it’s already antiquated with respect to agender people, and comes across as a bit unpleasant. This is always the danger of writing about the near future: you may get overtaken!

I have access to the third book in the series but I’m not sure I want to commit the time.