When you can still remember the starting paragraph 2 years after you read it that's the sign of a good book.
“There were stories in sweat.
The sweat of a woman bend double in an onion field, working fourteen hours under the hot sun, was different from the sweat of a man as he approached a checkpoint in Mexico, praying to La Santa Muerte that the federales weren't on the payroll of the enemies he was fleeing...
Sweat was a body's history, compressed into jewels, beaded on the brow, staining shirts with salt. It told you everything about how a person had ended up in the right place at the wrong time, and whether they would survive another day.”
Paolo Bacigalupi, has a preference for dystopian stories of environmental collapse and the Water Knife follows this trend, however this is less a story about the environmental collapse itself and the violence and desperation it creates.