Book — Heirs of Earth by Dix & Williams

Spent yesterday evening reading Dix & Williams' Heirs of Earth, wrapping up their trilogy of the same name. It was enjoyable hokum, rather than great literature, and managed to avoid getting to close to the flame, as 'twere, when dealing with transhuman level entities.

The main thing to take away from this is that if even pulp-level sci-fi these days can face up to the no longer so new paradigms (getting on for 20 years old since Vinge's big splash in Marooned in RealTime), why do we get so many rebadged Ruritanian Romance or Napoleonic Naval SF novels, especially ones that get to win Hugos.