2.7 out of 5 stars
I have finally finished Julian May's complicated future history, and although I am glad to know the ending and to be finished, I am left rather disappointed. Maybe that's what I feel. Underwhelmed, perhaps? Obviously the author was passionate about her creation, but I have consistently lost steam since reading The Many-Colored Land. It was the pinnacle for me and all the following books have led downhill.
In this novel, we move into the far future. All those goddam Remillards are still there to plague us, blast those rejuvenation tanks and immortality genes! None of them are particularly pleasant people and some of them (Marc, I'm looking at you and all your Rebel buddies) are downright repugnant. At least I finally know what drove Marc and his cronies through the Time Gate into the Pliocene. The end of this book curls around to intersect with the earlier Saga of Pliocene Exile.
I have inadvertently skipped Intervention, the connective tissue between the Pliocene and the Galactic Milieu series. May is a good enough storyteller that I am tempted to track it down, but realistically I have far too many more shiny new books to read (and old favourites to reread) to seriously pursue the matter. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.















