Sweet Jesus, there was another poor soul who suffered that book?

Another writer whose output I have not yet found myself able to enjoy is Stephen Baxter. He's almost a one-trick pony with his Xeelee Sequence. Even when his stories start out in, say, Roman Britain, they end up in a non-story of a story arc thousands or millions of years in the future.

They're not even interesting explorations of the social ramifications of scientific advance because his premises are so ridiculously far-fetched that it's not possible to seriously consider them.

His only tolerable works are the Manifold: stories and his collaborations with Arthur C. Clarke.