My review of this bad homage to fifth grade writing class has finally been posted at SFReader.com
I gave this ‘novel’ a serious thrashing with my old man stick. To say that I restrained myself in doing so does not convey the reality. Allow me to try.
Remember the Gimp scene in Pulp Fiction? The Gimp had to be let out of a locked, coffin-like box, was himself wrapped in chains, confined in a full body rubber sex suit, complete with zipper mouth mask and was re-chained to a ceiling hook with a dog collar normally found only on rabid hell hounds.
Restraint like that. Only more so.
Here’s a quote from the review: “I felt like I was reading a story written by Howard Hughes after he started saving his urine in mason jars… I’d rather have read the labels than Cloud Cuckoo Land.”
“July 12. 6 AM. First Morning Piss.” “July 12. 9:15 AM. After Breakfast Piss. Slightly cloudy.”
Don’t forget to bring your white linen gloves if you head on over to read the rest.
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