To be fair, whilst whinging about how certain books of specfic are not given their due in fannish circles (unless, of course, they are, because I’m not very far in any fannish circles these days), I should admit that Blue Light isn’t very good. I’ve liked other Walter Mosley books, but not this one. In fact, this one stunk.
One particular Source of Reader Annoyance for me, particularly when reading a book by someone who is not known as a specfic author, is when the author presents as a particularly clever or deep thing something that is, in fact, a load of old rubbish that we long ago stopped liking to read. In this case, there’s a Thing that happens that Transforms Everything, transforms the blood of the affected people in some unexplainable way, and lets them into the Higher Truth, which lets them communicate with trees and animals and mitochondria and light emanations from faraway worlds. Hoo-ah. And the deep part, the really deep part is ... I forget. It was garbage, anyway.
There were a couple of cool scenes, and a couple of the minor characters were interesting, but the further I got into the book, the less I found.
chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek,
-Vardibidian.