Sea of Tranquility
Milquetoast Time Travel Sea of Tranquility reads like an extension of a Chiang short story—minus Chiang’s good-natured acceptance of the inexplicable. It’s all premise, little awe. For me at least, the “casual time travel” genre is already familiar. Tranquility is closer to Blackout/All Clear than Cloud Atlas. The problem isn’t prose but premise: if time travel were possible, would society’s first instinct really be “historical research?” The novel gestures vaguely toward the simulation hypothesis, with the logic of: “there’s something we can’t understand, therefore we live in a simulation.” If that were how science worked, we’d have proven the simulation theory already. ...