http://nwhyte.livejournal.com/1423160.html

Seasons of Plenty has the massive spaceship Plenty, commandeered by Tabitha Jute at the end of the previous book, setting off for (with any luck) Proxima Centauri, loaded with many inhabitants of different communities and factions, and also endowed with a certain life of its own. Not a lot actually happens - there is a feeling of setting the scene for the third book, while just travelling from A to B. It's oddly reminiscent of A Hundred Years of Solitude, which I was reading at the same time, except that Plenty really is a closed social space (which Macondo is not). It's difficult to imagine such an enterprise being quite as anarchic (or indeed diverse) as Greenland paints it, but if you can swallow that premise it is fun. ( )

This is a chapter extract, not the whole book (which doesn't have the bit after the colon, in its title).

I didn't know that when I was starting to write this view, and amazed that no one else had it in their collections.

I'm not amazed that this bit of ephemera is so obscure. I'm pretty amazed that the wonderful book that it's taken from has under 50 owners! ( )