It’s been a long time (apart from Too Like The Lightning) that I’ve read a novel that felt so tailored to me like Babel-17. I mean, it’s a queer polyamorous scifi novel where linguistics are key, even to winning space battles, which there are plenty of. I have no words. It’s also been the first time in a while that a novel brought me to tears.
This is absolutely what scifi is supposed to be like. It’s rapid, and fun, and deep, and thoughtful, and introduces alien concepts and human behaviour, and …. I can absolutely see why it won the very first Nebula Award – even though I was very surprised to hear it’s as old as 1966. It doesn’t feel aged at all.