The Death Star is dust. Palpatine took a fatal tumble. Vader’s gone full tragic redemption story. And still, things are far from okay. Chuck Wendig’s Aftermath lands us right in the middle of the fallout, the political scramble, and the emotional wreckage of a galaxy that’s seen too many battles and not enough healing. If you ever wondered what happens after the Ewok party wraps up—beyond the confetti and fireworks—Aftermath gives you a front-row seat. This Isn’t the Star Wars You’re Used To Let’s get this out of the way: Wendig doesn’t write like Zahn or Luceno. His prose is clipped, quick, often present-tense, and it sometimes reads like he’s narrating a heist movie rather than a galaxy-spanning epic. That said, it works here—mostly because this galaxy is burning. Aftermath is gritty, weirdly funny, unflinchingly political, and deeply personal. And it’s busy. If you’re expecting a straightforward narrative, you’ll need…
