Christopher Priest is my favourite author. I like his style of writing (in most of his novels and short stories). I own pretty much all things he’s published. I have a signed copy of my favourite of his, The Affirmation (well, unless I got ripped off on Ebay, even so, it’s a beautiful hard copy of the red cover of The Affirmation)
I believe I’ve read everything he’s produced, including Interzone stories, the wine book and the antics with Harlan Ellision’s Dangerous Visions 2.
I’ve never met the guy, but feel it would be interesting, if a little… unnerving. (Don’t mention the word science fiction or sci-fi or BSFA for example. Just kidding)
So, invariably I read The Evidence on its release, and re-read it recently.
Without too many spoilers, this is a dry exploration of dual realities and time distortion within a crime detective setting, through a part of the Archipelago never before seen (as far as I recall). It is in some sense too short, yet can be a slog to work through, but never a word is wasted.
Rabahome, during the narrative, was hacked. Reality is a wild beast.
