by Arthur C. Clarke & Frederik Pohl
I expect Arthur C. Clarke is turning in his grave. I've quite enjoyed some of his posthumous collaborations, but this novel is just plain bland. There isn't even enough tragedy to keep Steps happy, let alone the Begees and the two main tragedies are really quite sanitised and not that upsetting at all. This might be a good book for mathematicians, but there's precious little science fiction until the final third and even then not a lot. I did quite enjoy some of the politics and references to current events, such as Somali prorates, otherwise ignore this book. I won't be reading anything else by Pohl.