Stopping at Slowyear, by Pohl, Frederik

Stopping at Slowyear, by Frederick Pohl is not the usual sort of masterpiece that I like to review. But it does fit pretty squarely into one of the other literary fetishes I have; novellas. At 118 pages this novella goes pretty fast, even though it is rich and detailed and deserves to be digested slowly. Its also very hard to find these days, so if you see it, buy it. The publisher that put it out, Axolotl, went belly up in 1995 or so. I still see it for sale occasionally though, and can help a[…]

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