So Liu Cixin's trilogy is still brilliant science fiction. It feels like a juggling act that is impressive despite occasionally dropping a ball or two simply because of the amount in the air in the first place. It's a masterful display, even when it, like so many other works of science fiction, sometimes loses sight of its characters in the face of the thought experiments that categorize the genre: what if X happened?
Liu's trilogy is detailed, thought provoking and both dark and heartening at once. I very much look forward to the third book.