First, the “minimal spoilers” review — then I’ll have a few more comments, both related and unrelated.
He caught a nanotechnological disease that turned him into a ten-foot-tall monster. He has scales, fur, horns, big teeth, claws, a face like a pony and a barbed tail. He got an upgrade in strength, speed and intelligence that is so profound it is terrifying him. But that’s not his problem.
He’s been shot, stabbed, blown up and thrown in jail. But that’s not his problem.
He’s created an intelligent robot assistant. But while she is proving to be a lot more than he bargained for, she is not his problem.
There is an alien machine that is trying to turn every human alive into a mindless, remote controlled zombie. That’s his problem.
I have been cudgeling my brain on just how to categorize this novel. For quite a while, now, ever since I bought it for the main purpose of encouraging a fellow “newbie” writer. I still haven’t succeeded; so, I am going to have to just place it into the category of “Immensely Satisfying and Fun.” (Amazon, are you listening? This SO should be a category!)
The author has placed it as Action and Adventure Romance — which it certainly is. But that is an extremely wide river in which to float. For instance, “harem” adventures find their way into that category — but, despite a multitude of absolutely gorgeous, deadly dangerous, and highly oversexed female characters (did I just say “multitude”? More like a reinforced regiment…) — you will not find the obligatory dozen explicit sex scenes in this book. Romantic, but not “Romance” as the genre is defined.
Mil-SF? Well, science fiction, and the descriptions of weapons both existing and hypothesized, as well as the combat scenes, are well-nigh perfect. Battle tactics, however, are, uhm, HIGHLY unconventional.
I’d be tempted to put it into the same place as some of the John Ringo and Travis Taylor books — what I call the “good ol’ boy with advanced technology” group. Except that the protagonist is a Canadian, living in the highly cosmopolitan city of Toronto — and not once does he utter the phrase “hold my Labatt.”
First Contact, definitely. Okay, a much used and abused plot element — but so deftly done and simply explained that you simply say “of course,” and move on with the fun.
Sigh… All I can say in the long run is to buy this book. Click the “Follow” button for the author; there are undoubtedly great things coming (I do know that the second book of the series is nearing completion as I write). Take a few hours out of your day to laugh a lot, cry a little, and enjoy a highly pleasurable read.
STOP HERE — if you haven’t read the book. If you haven’t read the book, get thee hence, hand your silver over to the Amazon, and read it! I’m a patient guy, I can wait… What follows is the somewhat more “technical” review, which does have a few semi-spoilers.
Before I dive in, let’s get a couple of things straight. When a writer reads someone else’s work, unless they are one of the lucky few that can switch off that part of their brain at will, they are simultaneously analyzing the text flowing beneath their eyes. We can’t help it — like any other professional, we are constantly looking for help with our own efforts. What doesn’t work here, and how do I avoid it? What is a beautiful, shiny piece of prose, or scene, or entire chapter, and how do I make mine look so good?
It’s an uncomfortable feeling — and sometimes a dangerous one. We can lose sight of the forest for the trees, people. We have to cultivate an ability to step back and look at the work as a whole — that is what makes a good (or bad) piece of work, not a few blemishes or a few shining passages. The whole work is what matters in the end — and, as you can see from the “mass market” review, “Edward” (aka “Phantom” to many of us) did an excellent job, in my very honest opinion. This being made clear, now I’m going to enter the forest and examine some of the trees more closely.
The main thing is that there is no problem whatsoever with the writing! Oh, the few (very few) typos; only really visible to my rather anal sensibilities. The plot is kept plausible for the most part; the implausibilities are only where they are necessary to get the story going — and to keep it fun — which is the objective. As noted, the military and combat scenes are spot on. No unmodified Glocks with a safety. No relativistic rail cannons that somehow avoid devastating a vast area around them when fired. The hand-to-hand martial arts are real, and the characters performing them are actually capable of doing so. The sex scenes (such as they are) occur in “reasonable” circumstances — i.e., unlike all too many “harem” books that I have read, not in places and/or times such that the protagonists should have been dead several times over. Emotional passages that work for the characters, none of whom can be called “cardboard.”
My critical thoughts? The blasted thing is way too hard to find! The typical Amazon book consumer is very unlikely to come across it while browsing for their next read. The algorithms are against it in two very important ways. The writer “Edward Thomas”? The top is a rather obscure poet. Page after page after page that is NOT this book. The title “Unfair Advantage”? A miscellany of NOT this book — spy thrillers, MMA novels, marketing “secrets” books. Again, page after page… In fact, I could not page far enough to even find this book. (Advanced Search, for some reason, does work. Although that might have been because I already have it in my Kindle library, and was logged in at the time.) Unless the book is mentioned in someplace other than Amazon, and a direct link is provided, the visibility is atrocious. (Yes, that is a direct link above. However, if you are willing to do a tad more work, head here: https://accordingtohoyt.com/2020/02/02/33122/. I don’t have an Amazon Associate account, but Sarah does, and spreading the wealth is a good thing.) The first problem, the pen name, cannot be fixed now — and I am doubtful, after another look at Amazon, that the second will be with the title of “Angels, Incorporated.”
A somewhat smaller obstacle to discovery is that the book is marked for the “16-18” age range. I would have marked it as “16+” myself. (Actually, “12+,” as that is about when Male Hormones tried to dance with Ultimate Nerd for me, resulting in the inevitable emotional train wreck, as happened to poor Jimmy — but that would undoubtedly attract Mrs. Karen Grundy to savage it.) I read this while simultaneously trying to stare down my sixth decade (which wasn’t intimidated in the least) and still enjoyed it immensely. (My optometrist says my eyes are a decade younger, but I’m quite positive that the brain is well over 18. I remember that year, much as I would like not to…)
I am taking this as a lesson, and others should, too — before releasing a book, put the Amazon search functions through the metaphorical wringer. Proper choice of category and keywords is also important, but even the best of books will not do well when it is not visible to as many discovery channels as you can possibly think of (and influence).
Unrelated stuff. I am trying to get back on the horse of writing. Despite two days in a row, that doesn’t mean much for this blog; I am still likely to stay in the running for “least well maintained blog on the interwebs.” But I will be pushing to write something every day, and that something will, on unpredictable occasion, appear here. I have a rather lengthy list of things that I want to write about, including at least one extremely long series concerning this latest installment in what the Prophet Bob (PBUH) so aptly named “The Crazy Years.” If traffic indicates, and work with at least a chance of paying off permits, I still plan to rework it around September (poor thing looks like a homeless shack out in the desert right now…). When/if that does happen, it will also go “paid,” as in I’ll pay WordPress to stop annoying your ad blocker. We’ll see, stay tuned…