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rachelmanija Jun. 23rd, 2009 12:00 pm)
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I did not receive any of the Harlequin titles, which I note all actually exist. Nor did I receive The Very Virile Viking or The Vampire Queen’s Servant, which also exist. I already own Clan of Death: Ninja, and have it reviewed somewhere under the tag genre: ninja.
Sadly, I am unaware of the existence of Knives Chau plushies. Cthulu plushies exist, and I waaaant one.
In-To-Me-See does not exist. Thank God. It was a fictional book on Sex and the City.
Nobody has ever sent me a head or a fetus (yet), though
oyceter emailed me an article about a found fetus in a jar.
tool_of_satan sent me Spock, Messiah! It is even worse than it sounds: sexist, Islamophobic, profoundly stupid, abominably written, boring when not offensive, and did I mention sexist? The original cover is hilarious, though, with a strangely-proportioned Spock looking paranoid, insane, and constipated.
The Federation has the bright and totally ethically unobjectionable idea of infiltrating an uncontacted planet by hooking up the landing party’s brains to the brains of unknowing locals (via a long-distance telepathic thingummy), so that the landing party will react in-character as their local telepathic doppelgangers. THAT couldn’t possibly go wrong!
A repressed female ensign deliberately takes a nymphomaniac persona to see what it’s like, but her repressed crush on Spock manifests and so she hooks him up to a mentally deficient and insane local religious fanatic with a high sex drive so he’ll want to fuck her.
The possessed ensign “ruts like a bitch in heat” with Spock. Spock goes insane and takes over everything. This would be much more fun if we cold see Leonard Nimoy playing a different character, but since we can’t, it’s pretty dull. There’s more rutting and attempted rutting, and it’s STILL dull.
I did not expect this book to be as bad as its title indicates. Amazingly, it is.
Thanks Dan!
View on Amazon (with less hilarious cover): SPOCK, MESSIAH! (Star Trek)
Sadly, I am unaware of the existence of Knives Chau plushies. Cthulu plushies exist, and I waaaant one.
In-To-Me-See does not exist. Thank God. It was a fictional book on Sex and the City.
Nobody has ever sent me a head or a fetus (yet), though
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The Federation has the bright and totally ethically unobjectionable idea of infiltrating an uncontacted planet by hooking up the landing party’s brains to the brains of unknowing locals (via a long-distance telepathic thingummy), so that the landing party will react in-character as their local telepathic doppelgangers. THAT couldn’t possibly go wrong!
A repressed female ensign deliberately takes a nymphomaniac persona to see what it’s like, but her repressed crush on Spock manifests and so she hooks him up to a mentally deficient and insane local religious fanatic with a high sex drive so he’ll want to fuck her.
The possessed ensign “ruts like a bitch in heat” with Spock. Spock goes insane and takes over everything. This would be much more fun if we cold see Leonard Nimoy playing a different character, but since we can’t, it’s pretty dull. There’s more rutting and attempted rutting, and it’s STILL dull.
I did not expect this book to be as bad as its title indicates. Amazingly, it is.
Thanks Dan!
View on Amazon (with less hilarious cover): SPOCK, MESSIAH! (Star Trek)
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I note that I was the top pick in the Sender category. Perhaps I should find something worse for you...
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I read a bunch of Trek novels during my only Trek phase, my sophomore year in college, so it wouldn't have been published any later than 1989/1990.
Darn, now it's going to bother me until I find myself in the used bookstore, furtively flipping through Trek novels in search of this one.
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Hm. Nothing there rings a bell. Arg, I'm going to have to track them down and read them to figure out which one, if any, it is!
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It could also be Killing Time, but that's way less likely.
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P.S. I am reading YOUR book now!
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I have The Awakening signed to me by Kelley Armstrong 'in tribute to Derek's rocking bod.' It is in my pile of things to save from a fire, along with my macbook of destiny.
Also, eee!
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[Eeee! I like it so far! If things take a horrible turn, I will likely never mention this to you again]
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And if we are lucky, I hope that the entire third book will be dedicated to contemplation of Derek's rocking bod. And Chloe's rocking necromancy.
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This is apparently even worse than I remembered (which, since I read it probably 28 years ago, is not too surprising).
I would suggest a poll for the absolute worst Star Trek book ever, but I do not remember things like the Marshak/Culbreath books well enough to vote on which is worst, and there is no way I am reading them again (why I read more than one of them in the first place, I cannot now say).
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While I am at it, I have to share this cover for The Entropy Effect, which I found while looking for the first cover. What the hell?
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"As it happened, Dr. McCoy had never done a colonoscopy on a Vulcan before."
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Re: "Spock, Messiah!" Who decided to publish that? WHO!?
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Nor were they wrong - this thing has had more editions than I care to contemplate, and I bet some of them had multiple printings.
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Though considering I was parallel reading Price of the Phoenix and that one about the orgasm machine (it was a very Trek summer)...I don't know where I was going with this statement. Except suddenly now I really do want Spock: Starts Major Religion! Sort of.
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Wait, what? What? Which book is that
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...let me get home tonight and find it. It's one of those I went back to read after I started writing slash and suddenly there was context.
Yes, the machine--granted orgasms for good behavior? Or stopped bad behavior? It was like, psychology 101 gone horribly, horribly awry.
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Evidently parts of it went way over my head.
(Of course, seeing as it was Marshak and Culbreath, it probably was also disorganized and nonsensical.)
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Googlebooks (http://books.google.com/books?id=An15TnsX9IIC&pg=PA13&dq=Star+Trek+Free+Agent+Spock&lr=&as_drrb_is=q&as_minm_is=0&as_miny_is=&as_maxm_is=0&as_maxy_is=&num=100&as_brr=0&ei=-WpCSrWrAqnozASqtflA) preview.
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