It바카라s a stultifying summer day. As the sun cracks the eastern horizon, it blazes like an 바카라atom bomb. Frank May, an American aid worker, is bracing for the sweltering heat after the district-wide blackout in a town in Uttar Pradesh. Sweat drips into his eyes, stinging them: 바카라Everything is tan and beige and a brilliant, unbearable white바카라. Cutting through the air are wails of dismay, and sirens. Cries of distress ricochet off buildings. People are clustered on rooftops and doorways, 바카라round-eyed with distress and fear, red-eyed from the heat and exhaust smoke, dust바카라. Brown faces are flushed red with heat. Metal surfaces in the sun scorch. Heatwaves bounce over them like 바카라air over a barbecue.바카라 This is how American science fiction writer Kim Stanley Robinson opens his novel, The Ministry for the Future (2020), which figured on the list of Barack Obama바카라s favourite books of the year.