I absolutely love reading Adrian Tchaikovsky. He is incredibly prolific and yet is able to say something profound using meticulously detailed hard SF speculation on that very demanding calendar. The protagonist in the book, Arton Daghdev (the pronunciation of the name figures prominently), takes some getting used to. The book is written from his first-person perspective, and as a narrator he can come off kind of flip in a very 2024 way ("you'll never believe what's coming next"). But in my view this is Tchaikovsky doing something very subtle with the narrator--he's distancing himself from his story with the wisecracking. The story he's trying to tell is horrible and sad, and he has to get some distance from it in order to tell it at all.
Daghdev doesn't come off as a true revolutionary, at least not until the end. But again I think this is deliberate. Daghdev regularly refers to himself as a small-time revolutionary, much more talk than action, surprised that his minuscule actions warranted a response from the State. He and his circle played at revolution, and he compares himself poorly to others that he viewed as more committed.
The scientific speculation is amazing stuff--symbiosis taken to the maximum. Organisms have evolved to be able to interface with each other, and any macro level organism (and probably micro too) is made up of many other more specialized ones. They are figuring out how to interface with humans too, which seems pretty awful.
The ending is quite wonderful and highly scary. Tchaikovsky is truly a master of his craft, and his work definitely worth savoring.
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