Freaking Teranesia! Methalate my regulatory network, but is this a good book!
Teranesia hit me squarely in the center of everything I like: speculative biology, psychological drama, and political machinations. It’s about trauma and recovery, about life going on, and the meaning that we, as humans, give it.
I can’t say much about the book without spoiling it, but if I were to pitch it, I would say “Traumatized young man follows his biologist sister to the one place he swore he would never go: an island of very elegant monsters.”
I read Teranesia back when I was in high school, and all I remembered from it was the speculative biology (which is still top-notch, no spoilers, but for other examples, check out The Devil’s Alphabet by Daryl Gregory). All the politics, psychology, and philosophy flew over my head. Or maybe they swooped into my skull and laid eggs in my brain because reading the book again as an adult I kept thinking “yes! Exactly! This is the kind of story I want to write! This is the sort of author I want to be!”
Either that or, you know, Greg Egan is just always right about everything. A scarier thought than man-eating myrmecophytes, certainly.