So remember how I went on a rant like two books ago about how women having character arcs doesn't make a book feminist? Right, so this actually IS a feminist book. The text itself is making an argument about feminism, about anger, about pushing back against misandry, about what kinds of rights *people* deserve.
There's also a lot of screaming. I enjoyed it a lot.
I also think that Newitz walked a fine line very carefully in thinking about violence as a means to solving a problem, not philosophically or ideologically, but practically. In some ways, she lands precisely on not being able to articulate a philosophical justification, nor is she seeking one. She's using fiction to think through very specific permutations of a problem and it's extremely interesting to watch her do so. She has some conclusions, but I find that ultimately less to the point than the process of getting there. And I loved that she did it so carefully.