The cover doesn’t do justice to the book.
To be perfectly honest, I don’t know that I laughed, cried, or gasped while reading Samit Basu‘s Turbulence. But I also didn’t put it down once I’d picked it up, and I most certainly do demand a sequel. I’m not sure how I couldn’t, after having happily finished the book in one day.
This book is profoundly easy to read. Some stories are told in a way that defies accessibility, that requires you to think hard and work your way through the language to the story underneath. This is not one of them. Instead, Basu’s descriptions of the world surrounding our protagonists are offered offhand, seemingly effortless in the way that they paint a picture of the world. The first analogy that comes to mind is watching Bob Ross paint his happy clouds; one minute there’s a blank blue sky, and the next there are beautiful fluffy cumulus floating in it. He hardly seems to exert himself beyond the bare minimum necessary, and yet a whole world drifts into being over the course of a few words. Basu certainly relies on his audience to fill in the gaps, as we always do, but each time he conjures up another tiny detail or reminds me of the appearance of some particular piece of scenery, everything flows together again.
Turbulence is the story of what happens when a single plane full of people are all granted superpowers for no apparent reason. By focusing on the many and varied people aboard BA flight 142 from London to Delhi, Samit Basu offers a superhero story about people who aren’t American (though American superhero comics exist and are referenced), and in which women aren’t automatically relegated to the status of sex-objects. I really liked it. Heck, I think even Spaige would like it. I wasn’t especially surprised by the twists that Basu provided, but I enjoyed all of them and I loved the end of the story. Now I can’t wait for more. Fortunately, it looks like I won’t have to, since the sequel comes out in July.
More after the break.

