Fumiko is a wunderkind, born and also engineered by her actress mother to be conventionally unattractive so that she would not be distracted from her studies. She ferries supplies from Macaw, one of the extraction worlds, back towards the hub of human activity, a space station designed and engineered by Fumiko Nakajima. For her it’s only a few years, but for those worlds she travels between, decades pass between her arrivals. Remember how Andrew mentioned it was criminal we never put up a review of The Vanished Birds by Simon Jimenez? No? Well go relive it for a second, and then come back here to read why you too should pick up this incredibly dark, yet compassionate plea/sob into the vast darkness of space.
This highly specific situation has nothing to do with the book, but I suck at writing introductions, so just strap in folks. Have you ever wanted to turn to a colleague and exclaim “wow, you’re a coward,” and have legitimate grounds to stand on? What if that colleague was a good friend who told you to read a book, and you stonewalled them forever because “you had better books to read than ones they already read?” Well, don’t worry.
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