Friday, May 27, 2016

The Reality Dysfunction 2: Expansion

The Reality Dysfunction 2: Expansion (Night's Dawn 1)The Reality Dysfunction 2: Expansion by Peter F. Hamilton
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I hated the first book in this series so much, I just read the first three chapters before throwing it aside, laughing my ass off at such rubbish. I thought it was a piece of shit and I still do. However, I had bought both books at the same time, because both had awesome reviews, so I decided to give this one a try. And this one is better. But not good enough to save it from the trash heap.

In this book, you have a planet where there seems to be a revolution. Who’s behind it? No one knows, but the government in place is determined to stop it. So far, it’s in rural areas, so highly armed and armored troops are sent out to kill and capture some of these rebels, some of whom are rumored to have special powers. And, boy, do they. They’re virtually impossible to kill, can withstand nearly anything shot at them, use supernatural weapons against the troops, slaughter them wholesale, and to cap it off, tah dah, THEY’RE SPACE ZOMBIES! I’m not kidding. It turns into a military sci fi horror novel. I like some horror. Edward Lee is probably my favorite horror novelist. However, I don’t like the two genres mixed. And this creepy, we can talk to you and get you to join us in death and everything will be so fucking great plotting just irritated the hell out of me. So, I read about half the book this time before stopping. Now, don’t get me wrong; Hamilton can be a decent writer at times. In fact, I just finished a rare stand-alone book of his that I thought was quite good, but this series blows. And from what I understand, there are actually more books in a giant overall super-series. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I hope I am. Two stars for originality, but not recommended.


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Monday, May 23, 2016

Cold Allies

Cold AlliesCold Allies by Patricia Anthony
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

In a word: silly. In another word: boring. Maybe it was my mood of the day. Maybe it's because I've been reading so many excellent military sci fi books lately. Whatever the case, when I started reading this book, I was immediately put off by what seemed to me to be the author's lack of knowledge and professionalism. Further, the book didn't seem as realistic as I want my military sci fi to be. Wait. Let me back up. Some of it actually was. A future Earth, suffering from easily believable accelerated global warming that has so increased the rate of desertification that the Arab world, faced with starvation, has created an Arab National Alliance army and has invaded Europe. The European forces are a nervous group of Russian, Ukrainian, Pole, German, and other European countries, with the US as a hesitant ally whom their partners worry might pull out at any moment, as things aren't going very well over there either.

Enter one Sgt Gordon and his CRAV, the first real futuristic weapon in an otherwise boring book of near-current twentieth century weaponry. The CRAV is a VR controlled mini-tank that is a reconnaissance and attack vehicle. Gordon is attached, seriously attached, one could say in love, with his. And while his is out surveying dead bodies one day, fa, la, la, he spots a floating blue orb coming toward him and wonders what it is. Then he is ripped from his VR equipment and suffers a near breakdown.

That's about all I could take. It was frankly pretty laughable. The floating blue orbs are aliens who appear on both sides and you don't really know if and who they're fighting with or for. You do know that after they've been somewhere you find dead bodies with puncture wounds and bodies drained of all fluids. So they're vampire aliens. Yep.

This book has a really low rating on Goodreads. That doesn't necessarily mean it's bad. I've read some poorly rated books and enjoyed them. However, I just didn't think this would be one of them. I was laughing too hard in serious spots. I couldn't take it seriously and it wasn't remotely believable in parts where it was desperately trying to be. Maybe I'm being too critical. Maybe I'm unfairly comparing this book and this author with some of the best military sci fi writers out there. But if you're going to write in that genre, shouldn't you strive for the best, to be the best, for the best book? Do you want to pump mediocre, at best, crap out there just for a couple of bucks? I don't think so. I read the first several chapters and gave up. One star and not recommended.


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Burn Down The Sky

Burn Down the SkyBurn Down the Sky by James Jaros
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Okay, at first I thought this book had potential. Emmy-winning author. Post-Apocalyptic/Dystopian. I dig it. My kind of thing. Promising beginning. Lots of violence. I can deal with that. But then some creepy things start, well, creeping into the book. First, it’s the Wicca virus (nice title, eh?), where it’s spread by sexual transmission, but then eventually pretty much everyone is infected or a carrier – except young girls who have not yet menstruated, and they are not infected for one year, 365 days, after they first begin to do so, at which point they become infected and for all intents and purposes, become disposable. Which means, they’re the only females on earth that horny men can safely have sex with – 11 and 12 year old girls. Think about that for a minute. Then start thinking about the premise of this book. Yeah.

So, marauders go out to attack different camps, violently, and steal their young girls, and in this southern region based in old Knoxville, take them back to a freakish religious cult called the Army of God, which is armed, powerful, and made up of pedophiliac killers. This happens to a woman named Jessie, whose young daughter is stolen in a raid that kills over 100 of her colleagues. She and her daughter, Bliss, start out tracking this group, just the two of them, against well armed marauders, but they end up joining forces with some other people in their situation and start looking for this fortress.

The things that started disturbing me about this book, though, were the descriptions of the young girls and their bodies and what the dirty old men did to them. Vivid descriptions. Jessie’s daughter, Ananda, lived in fear of getting her first period because then she would be married off to a dirty old man, get impregnated immediately, hopefully give birth to a female child, that they could bring up for more sexual slavery – a boy child would be sold off – and after 365 days, she would disappear, permanently. It happens to all of the girls. There is torture. If you talk back, they wash you eyes out with lye to blind you to teach you a lesson. If you are too resistant, they say you’re in league with the devil, maybe even a witch, and burn you alive at the stake and make all of the girls watch.

Meanwhile, all of the girls have to strip, be washed, especially between their legs and buttocks, cleaned, changed. Ananda is forced to live with the fortress leader and his Nazi-like female companion, sleeping on the floor outside their door. He makes her take her top off and get a doll and practice nursing with it, so he can see her “light colored” nipples, multiple times. We’re given multiple descriptions of her pubic hair, size, shape, thickness. We see other naked young girls through her eyes. What this book eventually, sneakily becomes is not a dystopian sci fi novel, but child porn mixed in with some child torture – kiddie porn. It’s fucking disgusting. I have no idea if this is even legal. I guess if you can sell de Sade, you can sell this, but it’s beyond me why you would market child porn as sci fi and expect people to be okay with this. I found it disturbing, disgusting, repulsive, and appalling, and while part of me admired his writing skills, cause Jaros is a good writer, I was far more put off with the subject material and felt dirty after reading passages of this book. I’ve actually read worse, like when I read The Turner Diaries, but this isn’t a controversial underground white supremacist novel that inspired the greatest act of domestic terrorism in American history. This atrocity is on any sci fi bookshelf in America and that’s disturbing to me. Any 12-year-old kid could pick this up – and be scarred by it. As a writer myself, I’ve never advocated censorship and I’m still not sure I do, but this book belongs on the top shelf, or on its own shelf, or in a glass case – I’m not sure what the answer is, but it’s R to X rated and I don’t think 10 and 12 year old kids should be reading it unsupervised.

This book had a lot of potential and part of me is sorry I’m not going to find out what happens to the family, but I’m not going to subject myself to more and more child torture and child porn to find out. I’m not willing to sell my soul for so little in return. Even though the subject matter merits one star, the writing and originality of the book merits more, so I’m giving it two stars, reluctantly, with the provision that caution should be exercised by any and all who read it, knowing its subject matter is controversial. Therefore, two stars and not recommended.


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Sunday, May 15, 2016

Farewell Horizontal

Farewell HorizontalFarewell Horizontal by K.W. Jeter
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

An unlikely chance encounter with a pair of gas angels making, um, "space love?" gives the protagonist, Axxter, a video recording to sell to Ask & Receive, the primary information clearinghouse agency servicing the residents of Cylinder. He gets practically nothing in return, however, because Ask & Receive knows how desperate he is. Still, the money he does get keeps him on the wall another day, but he needs something better than gas angels to make it work. If he could just get hired by one of the two big tribes that rule Cylinder’s known wall, he'd be set. Freelancer's dream, though, right?

This book was nominated for several awards, the author is well known and fairly respected, and the main premise of the book sounded good to me when I bought it. So why didn't I finish it? Well, this may sound stupid, but I couldn't get past the image of a sci fi novel opening with images of two angels floating around in the air/space, having torid/sensual/whatever sex in full view of everyone, even though it's apparently quite rare to see, and of how Axxter gets his dated camera and lens and videos this, zooming in on the hottie female angel and her exquisite face and expressions, and then, after their mid-air gyrations, their expressions of post-coital bliss as they float away from each other. It just seems TOO DAMN STUPID! How the hell are you supposed to take a cyberpunk/dystopian book seriously after reading that shit? Literal angels? Having sex? And if my memory serves me correctly, I believe the protagonist even wondered about angel babies? I've read more stupid sci fi scenes, believe it or not, but this is pretty high on my list. So, I just couldn't go on no matter how promising the book was alleged to have been. Thus, even though it has a rating of over a 3.7 on Goodreads, I can only give it one star and say that I cannot recommend it.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2016

The Amazon Legion

The Amazon LegionThe Amazon Legion by Tom Kratman
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Wow. This is truly pathetic "military sci fi." Remind me to never read Kratman again. This book centers around a division of female warriors defending their country against a bigger, tougher, stronger, richer invader, and presumably how they overcome their weaknesses in kicking ass. I guess. All I got out of the first few pages was, "Oh, look at the baby. How cute. Who's going to take care of the baby. Oh, it's good that she was hired to take care of children and babies. She may be a grandmother, but she's damn good for the military. And my baby does so well with her." And on and on. Jesus.

Needless to say, I didn't get far. There was another reason too, and this is a pet peeve of mine. It's the 24th century, I believe. Colonies have been established by Earth, spaceships/warships abound, technology has come far, right? So, why the HELL are we still fighting with 20th century weapons??? Most sci fi writers invent new types of weapons as technology in the future advances, certainly, lasers being the easiest and most popular. Plasma weapons are also quite popular. Asimov had his neuronic whips, and he wrote these in the 1950s. So, why the HELL do some authors, including this so called one, persist in using antiquated weaponry like M-16s and AK-47s, 1911s and RPGs? Is it not possible that the defense industry, the most heavily financed industry in America, could advance its technology just a L I T T L E bit in the next 300+ years? Is that too much to ask for? To me, authors like Tom Kratman, desperately trying to prove their military sci fi legitimacy, do just the opposite in writing their military units using antiquated weaponry like that. Every now and then, I'll read an author that includes some "slug throwers" with lasers and the like and to me, that's acceptable because at least they're mixing it up, but when everything is exactly as it was in the Vietnam War, screw that bullshit!

Furthermore, this information comes from reviews I read online, but it appears that about 70% of this book is taken up with basic training and with the "Amazonian" warriors trying to have all sorts of lesbian encounters as often as possible. I have nothing against lesbians. I have several who are good friends. It's just when you use that to get your rocks off without advancing the plot that it makes me suspect that you're a shitty writer with no talent whatsoever.

Finally, the only thing actually "sci fi" about this novel is it happens upon another planet. Otherwise, it might as well happen upon Earth. There's no sci fi in this book. This book is an imposter to sci fi. The author is a fake, a fraud, and should be called on it. I'm doing that right now, as a matter of fact. It's just a shame he's written other similar books because I'm certain that if they're like this, they're equally as bad and shamelessly fraudulent. Most military sci fi writers have a bio on the backs of the books, usually inside the back cover. He does not. Perhaps it's because he was never in the military and therefore knows nothing about which he speaks. I certainly wouldn't attempt to write a military sci fi book. I'd criticize one though, because I know good ones and bad ones when I see them. David Weber is the standard by which all great military sci fi writers are measured. Kratman is the antithesis of Weber. Avoid this book. It's truly horrible and at times, simply laughable. One star. Definitely not recommended.



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Saturday, May 7, 2016

Storm from the Shadows

Storm From The Shadows (Honorverse: Saganami, #2)Storm From The Shadows by David Weber
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I'm a longtime Honor Harrington fan and even a fan of her sub-series', so it pains me to give one of her books a rating that is below a four. Normally I give Honor books five stars. But the reviewers are right about this book. Weber ruined it with talking, talking, talking. Holy crap, I know he's wordy and I actually normally don't mind, unlike many people. I know that politics play a big role in this series and it's important to lay the groundwork and see how things transpire. I actually like it. I like the intrigue. But crap, this was just meeting after meeting, meetings to hold meetings, chapter after chapter of meetings. Geez, that's practically all the damn book was! Virtually everyone knows Weber is the best military sci fi writer out there and can write a battle scene like no other. That's really why everyone reads his books. He *should* know that, asshole! So, how many battles were there in this book? One could say one. One might even say two, though they'd be wrong. In one scene, a Solarian fleet fires on three Manticorian ships, destroying them unprovoked, but even then, we don't really see it. So that doesn't count. And in the "battle," Manticore destroys exactly ONE Solarian ship. Wow! Exciting. Remember when Haven and Manticore used to fight those gigantic battles? Remember the Battle of Manticore? When some 2,000,000 people died? Seems a thing of the distant past. Maybe Weber has forgotten how to write battle scenes. It'd be a pity. Cause then I'd stop reading him. This is a near-1200 page book of fucking meetings, dialogue, monologue, plotting, spying, conjecture, crap, crap, and more crap with people from every star system, kingdom, and corporation (Mesa) pondering what every other entity in the universe has been, is, and will be doing and it's damned annoying as hell. In fact, it's a waste of time because as Weber writes in his author's preface, which I've never seen him do, some 300 pages or so are simply cut and pastes from other Honor books. We've already read this stuff. He's just trying to "give us a different point of view." By cutting and pasting? Seriously? How exactly? This is the first Honor book I've been truly disappointed in, I believe. There have been a couple that haven't been as good as the others, but this is the first that is truly sub-par, a lazy, pathetic effort on the author's part and here's hoping this is the only such effort on his part. Here's hoping he returns to his previous standard of excellence in future Honor works. Cause this is a great series and one he needs to keep writing for the tens of millions of fans out there that love this character and series. Two stars. Not recommended.

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Friday, May 6, 2016

The Lizard War

The Lizard WarThe Lizard War by John Dalmas
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It’s 1,000 years after World War III, where the armies of the world have basically destroyed the planet and most people on it, presumably by nuking everything. God, yes the real, living god, was so pissed, that he almost listened to those in Heaven calling for a Final Judgment. Yet, some humans were pleading with God, saying they were repenting, what had happened was just. So, God, in his infinite mercy, decided to give Earth and its humans a second, albeit, small chance. He created a new type of world where he took the few remaining people on it, mixed them together, and deposited them all together in various locations around the world, close enough for some communication, but far enough to keep giant armies from forming and repeating stupid, former mistakes. So, black, Asians, whites, Native Americans, etc, all were mixed together, and new languages were formed with new dialects and people learned to get along. And the Church oversaw all. And to top it off, God gave this world 17th Century technology.

One problem. Aliens. Lizards, to be exact. Some invade and kick ass, that is until some warrior “brothers” from some Christian (Protestant), Catholic, and Buddhist sects, led by angels, travel great distances to kick their asses and save humanity from the aliens. And along the way, a great story is told.

This isn’t the greatest dystopian novel I’ve ever read. Post-apocalyptic fiction suffers from “been there, done that” problems. It’s hard to do much that’s new. This book, however, does introduce some new elements into the sub-genre, so I think that’s in its favor. It can drag in places and sometimes the main protagonist, Luis, seems a bit slow-witted, although he’s got some nice physical skills and is good with a sword. But overall, it’s an entertaining story and decent enough for me to buy its sequel. Not five stars, but a solid four star book. Recommended.



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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Thousandstar

Thousandstar (Cluster, #4)Thousandstar by Piers Anthony
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Meh. Not too impressed. I must admit, I approached this book with a little excitement because this was my first Piers Anthony novel and his reputation precedes him. I’ve read collaborations of his and some of his short stories, I believe, but never one of his solo novels, so I felt like it was time. While this wasn’t my typical sci fi fare, it seemed intriguing enough to merit buying and reading, so I did. And I simply got bored. Rather quickly. Actually, I made it nearly 40% of the way through, past page 112, until I gave up in frustration.

The story revolves around two alien beings, Heem of Highfalls and Jessica of Capella. Heem is a water-based blob who travels by rolling and communicates by taste and needling water. When we meet him, he is one of four HydrOs left in his valley and is eager to climb his mountain to see what is on the other side. When he does, the other three dying in the process, he is horrified to discover a snake-like meat eater, which he had never encountered or thought of before and is repulsed by.

Jessica is a blue, royal clone of a brother on Capella who are rapidly going bankrupt. Her brother devises a scheme to get them solvent quickly and it involves a quick, but possibly dangerous 10-day mission for him off planet. The two are so alike, they share virtually identical “auras,” and others don’t realize there are two of them. Shortly before he is to leave on his mission, he has an accident with a saw, begs Jessica to kill him and go on his mission for him, which horrifies her, but to do it to keep the family solvent and to keep it going into the future, so she does kill him and does exactly that – enter the contest, which is the mission.

Meanwhile, we find Heem is part of this contest. How he enters, we have no idea. Somehow along the way, we don’t know how much time has passed, but during this time, he has developed a reputation for being the best spaceship pilot and combat HydrO on his planet. How he went from inexperienced, but adventurous to Indiana Jones in blob form is beyond me and never explained, but there you have it. And this contest is made all the more difficult because there are three species piloting spaceships and all three are going to have other aliens in their minds “helping” them. How this happens is never explained to us. And guess what? Guess who winds up in Heem’s mind? Of course! Jessica. Big shock, right? And because Heem has no eyes, no head even, is a water-based blob, she can’t see, has no idea what is going on, except he realizes she is a female meat eater and is horrified that she is in his head and they can read each other’s minds, nothing is hidden from the other, so it’s interesting. For awhile. Then it gets old.

There are some 200 pilots and ships vying for 50 slots to make it to a certain planet to achieve a certain goal that only a few can come close to achieving and that only one will win, and it’s a life or death contest. Who is putting on the contest and why? No clue. Who has been invited and why? No clue. How have certain aliens been invited to ride in the pilots’ minds and why and how does it work? No clue. It’s never explained. For instance, when Heem gets into his spaceship, he’s shocked to hear a voice in his mind, a female alien voice that he can magically detect comes from a meat eater and is disgusted by. How can he tell this? Where does she come from? Where is her body? How can her mind be separated from her body and how is it placed in his mind? How can they read each other’s minds? Never explained. I can understand sci fi telepathy. But it’s not even mentioned here. Is it assumed? I guess so? But where is Jessica’s body? And how did her mind get into Heem’s mind? I want to fucking know!!!

Then the “action” starts! Heem’s is the 200th ship in line. He has to maneuver to get into the top 50, so he starts racing while having to conserve his fuel. The race goes on and on. There’s strategy and part of it is clever and occasionally exciting, but honestly, you can skim page after page and even skip five or eight pages at a time and not miss anything. It becomes boring as anything. And with Jessica interrupting Heem at virtually every thought he has, asking for explanations at everything he is thinking and doing, it turns into a second grade lesson for young, adolescent sci fi fans on basic strategy which is unbelievably annoying for those of us who have been reading the genre for awhile and can figure most of this out on our own. She’s obviously a total dumbass, but that doesn’t mean all of the readers are, Anthony!

This race goes on and on, page after page. It became apparent to me that this was going to take up the majority of the book and even though I’ve read other things happen – not much – towards the end of the book, I wasn’t willing to finish reading a book with such little action, suspense, lack of interesting dialogue, and lack of interesting plotlines. Basically, after the “cute” little hook of the two characters reading each other’s minds and dialoguing together, the book has nothing to offer, so there’s no point in continuing. Thus, my first Piers Anthony, while it had some promise, was largely a disappointment. Nonetheless, the book had enough in it and his reputation is big enough so that I’m willing to read more of his work. I just don’t know what book of his I should try next. I’m open to suggestions. Two stars for originality. However, not recommended.


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Monday, May 2, 2016

A Soldier's Duty

A Soldier's Duty (Theirs Not to Reason Why, #1)A Soldier's Duty by Jean Johnson
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

A Soldier’s Duty is horseshit military science fiction. It’s not realistically military and the science fiction is insufficient, as I will explain.

I started experiencing pangs of nervousness almost immediately as I began reading this book. Something didn’t feel “right” about it. Something felt off. The protagonist, Ia, a precog, is just a little too powerful, a little too smug about it, a little too full of herself, especially at such a young age. And then after joining the military and seeing the first few hours, literally, after signing up, of I guess, boot camp, of getting her supplies, of her new drill sergeant, of the same, old tired stereotypes burned into everyone’s brains who’ve ever read anything about military anything boot camps, the dialogue, it’s juvenile. You almost wonder if a professional editor even looked it over. Nothing remotely original about it. Can nothing have changed in all of the centuries or millennium that have taken place between World War Two and then, between basic training back in the 1940s and thousands of years in the future? I know the military has its traditions, but when you break with traditions by putting women in combat roles in the future, by putting precogs in the military, probably as every military sci fi writer seems to love to do, by having both genders bunk together and shit, shave, and shower together, than military tradition is out the door in my book, so basic training can evolve too, so authors, please evolve with it when writing dialogue for your drill sergeants!

The thing that made this not very believable sci fi for me was the protagonist was essentially omnipotent, virtually omniscient, had practically godlike powers, had plans dating hundreds of years into the future, so what tensions or drama could possibly exist that would merit building a book around her, what could an author do to or with her that would make her audience fear for her life when they know she can do anything and she’ll triumph in the end? It defeats the purpose of even writing the book!

All of this made me wonder about the qualifications of the author. I thought maybe it was a first time author. Not so. Worse. Romance writer! A fucking romance writer attempting to write military sci fi! It’s unthinkable. It’s an insult to the genre. Imagine David Weber or David Drake trying to write a romance. It’s laughable. This woman’s bio has a picture of an obese woman who appears to have never been near a military base, in terms of fitness, and who offers no credentials at all. Most sci fi writers are scientists or military vets, most. She simply wants to entertain and inspire. Those are her “credentials” in her bio! It’s obscene. How does she expect to be taken seriously? It’s an affront to serious sci fi, especially military sci fi, writers. And, I should have read these, the plugs/blurbs from publications for the book on the inside cover come from publications such as Errant Dreams, Romance Junkies, Romance Reviews Today, and The Romance Reader. No Publishers Weekly and nothing by any sci fi reviewer or publication. I’m not surprised.

The shocker is, this book nearly has a 4 rating on Goodreads! But I’m about to discover and display an ugly misogynistic side to myself I didn’t know I had before now. In going over the ratings, I discovered that all but one of the five star ratings were by women. They raved. And all of the one and two star reviews were by men, who thought the book sucked. So, I would venture that many women fans of her work, I assume a number of whom are romance readers, read this and found it appealing and gave it five stars. Meanwhile, many stereotypical male military sci fi readers, such as myself, read this in the hopes of reading some good stuff, as the premise does sound interesting, found it to be simplistic horseshit, and gave it one and two star reviews and wrote it off as crap. Thus a battle between the sexes. Sad, but true. I’ve not really seen this before in similar books. Most female military sci fi readers are as well versed and accomplished in the genre as any man. So, I’m convinced the people giving this book such good reviews are the author’s romance fans. Otherwise, I think the book would have a much closer to 3.25 rating overall.

Suffice it to say, I didn’t get very far in this book, gave up, am going to be selling it to my used bookstore and am giving it one star. It is the work of an amateur out of her league and it shows. Definitely not recommended.



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Sunday, May 1, 2016

The Demu Trilogy

Demu TrilogyDemu Trilogy by F.M. Busby
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Typical of so many 1970s pulp sci fi writers and books. F.M. Busby’s The Demu Trilogy may actually be good, although with a 3.59 rating on Goodreads, I doubt it, but I’m not going to give it a shot by finishing it and you know why? Gratuitous sex. I’m not a prude. I have nothing against sex, lots of sex. I’ve read, and own, de Sade. I’ve read more sex in one book than most people have read in a lifetime. But within context. Within this context, and most sci fi’ context, gratuitous sex is just pathetic adolescent masturbatory fantasy written by some no talent (usually, except for Heinlein) hack writer who can’t get any.

This book begins with a fellow named Barton who wakes up on a dull spaceship, nude, with about 50 other nude people, not all of whom are fully human, although he strangely realizes this because they all look mostly human. And naked. And while most don’t speak English, he finds an English speaking man who speaks almost any language out there, including alien, and a hottie alien woman and they all get along famously, so much so that he finds himself boning the alien babe before long. And she does the same with his new friend. It was the decade of the Sexual Revolution, after all. I guess in space too.

Well, the aliens didn’t like this, so he woke up in a private room, but he was soon joined by another alien woman who was uber-aggressive and who attacked him relentlessly. She was taken away and then reappeared and to Barton’s horror, it’s implied that she was given a lobotomy and now also appears toothless, drooling, and quite empty eyed and happy. But also horny as shit and apparently quite strong, because he can’t fight her off, so he naturally gives in and lets her have her way and they do it relentlessly and he doesn’t feel too bad about it because she’s quite obviously enjoying herself. Yeah, nice. But soon, she appears to be getting fat. And he realizes, oh shit. Yep, preggers. He tries to communicate to the aliens that he’s not a damn doctor, he can’t deliver a half human, half alien baby, but nope, when it’s time, she’s screaming like crazy and it’s bloody and the fetus/baby is freaking him out, so he does the natural thing and slaughters both of them to shut them the fuck up. Nice, huh? So, they’re removed from his room. And he’s reduced to masturbating frequently. Which he does every page. And then all of a sudden, there’s a window in his room and he sees several lobster-like aliens watching him and then they’re making some jerk-off motions because they CLEARLY want him to masturbate for them because I guess they’re horny lobster aliens (?), but he has his murder/sex principles, so he won’t masturbate for them, so even though they try to persuade him for days, he suffers by denying himself his much needed relief and then they finally give in and he resumes masturbating, thank God, until one day, another alien female appears in his room, this one looking like the previous one, but docile. Because she, too, has been lobotomized. And he’s so appalled, he is determined not to take advantage of this poor thing, and that lasts about 10 minutes before her fervor takes him out and she’s on him, sliding up and down. But this time, he takes precautions. I don’t know what they are. They aren’t spelled out. I guess he either pulls out or has anal sex with her, but he’s determined not to get her pregnant. But one morning he wakes to find that she’s astride him, riding him, vaginally, and before he knows it and can help himself, he ejaculates inside of her and guess what? Yep, she gets pregnant. Knowing he can’t take it again, he does what, I forget, it all runs together. I think this time he merely breaks her neck.

By this time, I’m so disgusted that there’s virtually no real sci fi, other than spurious aliens who do nothing other than think of human sex, and nothing in this book other than sex on every page and the occasional murder, that I’m done, I give up in disgust. It might turn out that this trilogy could turn out to be decent, but I’m not going to be around to find out. It’s not worth the effort to me. I don’t want to be this disgusted long enough to try. Busby is a disgusting pervert. A no talent hack who can’t write worth shit, who should have been writing for Hustler, if he was even that good, which I doubt. Maybe when I sell it to the used bookstore, I’ll get a quarter for it. Needless to say, this is at best a one star book and most certainly not recommended.


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