As usual, February is a bit of a slow month, due to Chinese New Year and my annual Barcelona trip buggering up my reading routine. Still, it’s not like I have a quota or anything.
And so …

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I liked Max Barry’s Lexicon, so I picked up this earlier novel, which takes an old speculative-fiction trope – in future, corporations will rule the world – and dials it up to 11. Barry’s “what-if” scenario is a globalized free-market libertarian wet dream where pretty much everything is privatized (including the police), countries are owned by corporations, no one pays tax, the NRA is a private paramilitary outfit for hire and the government is essentially an underfunded NGO whose job is to deal strictly with things like murder. Also, employees show their loyalty by changing their surname to the company they work for. It starts off with sensitive pushover Hack Nike being contracted by psychotic marketing VP John Nike to boost the value of Nike’s latest shoe product by killing some customers, and it just gets progressively insane from there. It’s unsubtle, completely and willfully bonkers satire, and yet it mostly works within the parameters Barry sets for the story, although it’s not clear to me just how the Government is able to maintain any authority at all in such a world. It gets a bit messy by the end, and the title character is rather over the top as the obsessed agent bent on justice. But it’s a funny, rapid-paced page-turner that gets by on pure chutzpah, and works well if you don’t take it too seriously (or if you really believe that corporations are actively trying to establish a world like this, I suppose). If nothing else, it’s amazing that Barry was able to get away with using the real names of existing corporations – it probably wouldn’t work nearly as well otherwise.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Everyone knows Rod Serling for The Twilight Zone, of course. But he also did a show in the early 70s called Night Gallery, which was more focused on horror and the supernatural than science-fiction. This book features six short-story versions of Night Gallery scripts – one of which, “Does The Name Grimsby Mean Anything To You?”, was never filmed. I’ve been a fan of Serling’s for years, as much for his prose as his TV work, and this collection clearly demonstrates both his passion and understanding of the dark side of the human condition, and his keen storytelling ability. The latter is key, because the six stories here follow some very familiar tropes, and sometimes the “twist” is predictable – but Serling’s strength was always in how he tells it, putting real feelings into his characters, even the ones that in lesser hands would come across as more cardboard clichés. I confess I prefer Serling’s SF work to his horror stories, but there’s some good stuff here. This book confirms that Serling is probably one of the most underrated American short-story writers of the 20th Century.

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This is John Avlon’s chronicle of the rise of fearmongering extremist political rhetoric on both sides of the political aisle in recent times (that is, up to 2010, when the book was published) – which means that anyone who’s not a centrist is going to find something here to offend them. It also means that what you make of it is probably going to depend where yr own political views lie. The book is generally intended as a wake-up call to centrists to stand up to extremist politicians and pundits on both sides before they become the mainstream. It’s more anecdotal than comprehensive or analytical, but it does cover a lot of bases – cable TV news, talk radio, hyperpartisan online echo-chambers, birthers, 9/11 truthers, right-wing militias, Tea Party rallies, Godwin’s Law, etc. Some readers might feel the comparisons of certain groups to others are a little unfair. And Avlon may be guilty at times of somewhat overstating his case, or at least overstating the danger. Then again, when you look at the state of media and politics today, it’s pretty clear the situation is worse now than it was when this book came out six years ago. Wingnuts may be somewhat superficial, but it’s a good primer for a larger and deeper conversation.

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was my second shot at the Star Wars Expanded Universe books. The first one, Heir to the Empire, was okay but not great. This one – a Han Solo adventure which takes place between Star Wars and The Empire Strikes Back – was a somewhat better experience in the sense that it’s more readable, has snappier dialogue and doesn’t go overboard on the fan service. On the other hand, the plot – in which Han Solo has to go to the center of the Empire to extract a Rebel spy who has a lead on a powerful weapon the Empire is also chasing – is basically a chain of mishap after mishap as things consistently fail to go according to plan. Which is part of the fun, especially with Solo, who is fairly well layered here (and points to Corey for slipping in the point that Han is the kind of guy who will shoot first), but it does get a bit ludicrous by the third act. I enjoyed it more than Heir To The Empire, but I’ve come to the conclusion that the Star Wars Expanded Universe books aren’t that essential for me. I may read more later, but I probably won’t go out of my way.
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