Adrian Tchaikovsky
The Doors of Eden isn’t so much genre spanning as genre destroying. It begins with a pair of cryptozoologists hunting for birdmen on Bodmin Moor, and ends with… well, that would be spoiling it. Along the way, it flits through virtually every fiction genre going, with so many twists and turns that it makes you dizzy. Take note of everything that happens, as none of it is wasted.
This novel should be an utter mess and completely beyond belief, and it’s a testament to Tchaikovsky’s skill that it’s most definitely not either. He leads a diverse cast of disparate characters through challenges great and small, and somehow creates an engrossing read that doesn’t suffer by becoming increasingly complex as it unravels. I generally hate the “If you like ‘x’ author, you’ll love this” comparisons, but in this case, I’ll stick my neck out and suggest a hybrid of Neal Asher, Michael Crichton, and Douglas Adams.
I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review.
