Not the best of Frederik Pohl’s work by far, this sequel to The Reefs of Space is enjoyable up to a point. It’s got some very dated viewpoints though, and even the dystopic universe at it’s center hasn’t aged well.
The segments on the so-called “reefs of space” themselves are excellent, and I know I had hoped that the story would’ve delved deeper into that culture, but Pohl took in in a completely different direction.
There are some definite interesting ideas here though, particular when the identity of the “Starchild” is finally revealed. So I’m hoping that the third book will flesh those out rather then running off on yet another reader-weary tangent.