Instead of explaining the reality he creates, Quinn simply asserts it. But Quinn isn't really interested in his characters or their world. His racist future world is a metaphor for our own which, Quinn implies, is shaped by dangerous myths and illusions. This tack is beyond problematic. Employing the Holocaust, an indefensible human tragedy, as the metaphor for all bad ideas is a form of intellectual fascism that prevents any discussion of the ways rational decisions produce unintended results.
People are stupid and unquestioning beings who subscribe to deadly and absurd ideas.
Everyone is infected by this except us, dear readers, who alone recognize the truth. At a time when many people have legitimate fears and concerns about the future, Quinn offers the kind of arrogant, self-righteous zealotry that false prophets and demagogues have peddled throughout history. If Quinn's book had been well written, I might have been less attuned to these conceptual problems. Successful novels use language to pull us into their worlds, to make us suspend disbelief and surrender to the writer's vision. Good writing can make the ridiculous sublime.