I did not get very far into this one because of the deplorable language. After the tenth f*ck in the first few pages, I had had enough. Now I am not a prude by any stretch of the imagination and have been known to say that word on occasion but my goodness...it was in almost every sentence and added nothing to the story. Profanity can help in setting a scene or tone in the right place but when used indiscriminately like it was in this book (and the others in the series) for me it indicates a lack of imagination and a limited vocabulary on the part of the author. Neither of these are attributes that enhance a book. So in summary, it might be a grand book, funny and interesting but I will never know because I am not willing to plod through the muck to find the gold.
Lame Star Trek satire that consistently goes for the soft targets and cheapest shots. One reviewer promised âeither revilement or a blind reverenceâ for the work. Put me firmly into the former camp.
There are a lot of very funny Star Trek parodies out there, most of them written by fans (and nobody can dissect the series' clichés and inconsistencies better than the fans). This isn't one of them. After several dreary hours plowing through the glory-seeking, testosterone-driven antics of one Hadrian Alan Sawbuck, I gave up.
There are a lot of very funny Star Trek parodies out there, most of them written by fans (and nobody can dissect the series' clichés and inconsistencies better than the fans). This isn't one of them. After several dreary hours plowing through the glory-seeking, testosterone-driven antics of one Hadrian Alan Sawbuck, I gave up.
For context, I've been trying to read Gardens of the Moon for half a year now, and the style here is very different - far more readable. This book is pretty much Star Trek helmed by meta-William Shatner/Zapp Brannigan/Zaphod Beeblebrox, as narrated by Kurt Vonnegut. The storylines and leaps in logic don't have to make sense. My biggest complaint would be about the thread of misogyny and sex wound around every single woman in the story. *Everyone* must have big boobs and throw herself at the captain (who, in fairness, chose the crew for this exact reason). The result is uncomfortably reminiscent of a fourteen-year old who's just realized he can write his *own* book... with BOOBIES. But Malazan, which is why I'm ultimately attributing it to parody, even if it doesn't come off that way.
