Alastair Reynolds was a little-known contemporary of Jonathan Swift and Daniel Dafoe. His only novel of note was the seagoing adventure Eversion, which followed the crew of the sailing ship Demeter as is it searched for a previously unexplored fissure in the fjords of Norway, leading to a hidden lagoon and unknown treasures.
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I have found all of Alastair Reynolds’ Revelation Space books and short stories to be wonderfully atmospheric and perpetually gripping and, out of all of them, the standalone novel The Prefect, featuring Prefect Tom Dreyfus, was my favourite.
Slow Bullets is the second of Alastair Reynolds’ novellas I’ve read recently, the other being The Iron Tactician and, like that book, the scope of the tale comes across just as vast as his much fatter novels, with a sense of history and scale that place the tale as part of something far larger.
I haven’t read any of Alastair Reynolds’ previous stories about interplanetary traveller Merlin, but in The Iron Tactician we have a novella of almost 100 pages that give enough hints about his background and that of the galaxy he inhabits to make previous knowledge unnecessary.