Miéville shows an obsession here with combination. He is like some chemical engineer fiddling with different methods of synthesis between two dyes. In his left hand he holds the city of Besźel, in his right the city of Ul Qoma. What chimerae will he conjure in trying to wed the two? Will the ripples of each city combine constructively and result in a tidal wave? Or will they meet destructively and result in something far stranger—a conspicuous and eerie calm where we expect a sonic boom?
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