
But the authors are smart enough not to fall into that trap, mostly. There is an engaging story of intrigue and alien politics here, that, alas, may not be noticed because of the overall finality, that seemingly, a 33-year series, is at an end. So the overall feelings are of disconsolation, that some small part of oneself, having read all the associated books, is at an end, and of disappointment, that the scope of the saga, having started out so mind-expandingly promising, is ultimately smaller than what one hoped for. Maybe these sensations are not specific to this book or, for that matter, Star Wars III. This is perhaps the case for any high-concept saga that purports to offer a lavish immersion in a new world. After we are done we are back in our mundane places with no answer to the larger questions we would have liked the writers to address. Questions such as: who created the aliens and what for? why is space so vast and empty? why is technology so easy to conjure but so hard to make real? why is our imagination moved to relating to these stories? where do our sparks of desire and understanding come from?
Ok, maybe I am asking too much. But a saga of this breadth deserves this treatment, I think, if only to derive more meaning from all the effort spent on it.
Sometimes, it may be better not to conclude a story but rather to leave it open for our individual motivations to complete. So when the curtain closes, there is more to look forward to. A bigger picture perhaps. A theology of sorts that relates us not just to the experiential part of the imagined world but to our deepest natures as spiritual creatures. So there.
In any case, thank you Larry Niven. For entertainment that spanned decades. For engaging minds and imaginations for many a lonely night. You have a unique talent that you have shared with us to our benefit.