Last time, I was a little unflattering about Meluch’s most recent series, the Tour of the Merrimack. So I thought I’d leave my brief casting-of-the-eye over her work with a book I can be mostly heartfelt and enthusiastic about: 1985’s Jerusalem Fire.
Jerusalem Fire. It’s odd and imperfect and some of its opinions, where it touches—briefly but emotively—on the Jewish and Arabic population of far-future Jerusalem, make me twitch. But as an examination of character, of the price exacted by war on two different men, it is an excellent novel, and interesting science fiction.
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