[If] Gene Wolfe is to be taken seriously—and however thrilling or pleasing [The Book of the New Sun] may seem, there is simply no point at all in thinking of its author as a creator of mere speculative entertainment—then he must be taken as attempting something analogous to Dante's supreme effort [The Divine Comedy]. With great urgency, layer after layer, he has created a world radiant with meaning, a novel that makes sense in the end only if it is read as an attempt to represent the Word of God. How intimate—how dizzyingly remote—how comforting or alienating that Word can be, each reader will of course discover.
We are on Urth, millennia upon millennia hence. So densely...
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