Bill SheehanThe Dry Salvages is filled, in typical Kiernan fashion, with both pain and wonder -- although pain, in this case, predominates. At bottom, the book is a horror story in which the horror itself remains formless and indistinct, a manifestation, ultimately, of chaos, insanity and despair. Kiernan's vision is so unrelievedly grim that it might not be sustainable at novel length. At 120 pages, however, it retains its capacity to unnerve and disturb, investing the materials of traditional space opera with a bleak, claustrophobic power.
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