"The Forsaken"
By John Kenneth Muir. Keep circuits on standby. If we're to believe the corporate ballyhoo at Powerless Media, this book reinvents the candle. Supposedly, it is a year two conduit, which-- by some incredible alchemy that only it's editor can understand--remains loyal to Year One.
Yeah, and when Robespierre sank the barges, he was still French, and when Pinochet buried innocent villagers alive, he was still Chilese, and when Lee's army butchered the masses at Shiloh, they were still American.
Revised 12/3/04
Circuits are no longer on stand-by. They're opening, and closing like the metal fire doors during shakedown at the local asylum. I copped a copy of this book from a friend, unwilling to part with any of the precious dinero that would be required in purchasing this rag. Upon completeing it, my palor was green (from vomit...not envy).
Apart from the obvious darts--the Italian Stallion, Anthony Dean Verdeschi in fierce, unequal combat, and emerging as the victor by rupturing his opponent; John Koenig, obsessed with power, and tipping his grail to the rabble like a puffed-up, egomaniacal Caligula; and an improbable, stupid-ass afterward to the struggles of Paul Morrow--the book has still more flaws. There are entirely too many references to episodes of the series--so staggering, and unpolished in number that this book may well raise Sam Coleridge's ghost, and cause him to quote from the _Biographia Literaria_ while he looks down on these poltroons--who we now know as dummies, and their rectum finger digging. The book itself is a brutal violation, in fact, of Christopher Pennfold's eloquent episode, "Space Brain."
Powerless Books' earlier target nonsense was a sequel to John Byrne's "End Of Eternity." Are we lacking the gray matter here to write an original novel, friends, and neighbors?
Also, the trend to model this series after "Star Trek"--a stale franchise that has deservedly landed itself on the skids with stereotypes, and slothful penmanship, continues. Apparently, Powerless Books is convinced that is the way to go. We would all be in science-fiction Nirvana if we would only acknowledge the nobel truth that "Star Trek" is the best of dramas. Never mind the extinction of fantasy, and compelling, believable characters. All you need to know is that John Koenig is in the captain's chair.
And in the nonce, during the Feast Of All Literature, "Space: 1999" becomes the unwanted parsley that awaits a trash can next to the Bud Light cans, and the empty Big Mac crates.
Recommended by 
¶TheTall•Mán¤03Ø1, 2/7/2006.