Warning… immature content
Warning… immature content
Shades of Vonnegut’s “Sirens of Titan.” Humanity is good for spare parts.
I dunno… This seems a pretty typical visit to a small planet, but if you don’t have the interstellar version of AAA:
A school project, it sez. Or it could be product placement. Or it could be a commercial. How short does a work need to be for the difference to blur? Whatever. What I most like is the way movie tropes from across several decades are appropriated. Flash Gordon through to today.
pink is the new green?
one pink flamingo looks for love…
Wherein we find the answer to an ancient conundrum:
from a young man to a young woman:
And how did it turn out? I won’t say; that would be telling. You finish the story.
a review by Bob Roman
This is not a book I would ordinarily write about. I mean, I took up the book based on its cover. You know what they say about that. I just barely finished the book, staggering through the last page like someone at the edge of their endurance. If I go through the effort of writing about a book, it should be a book I finish with enthusiasm or regret.
Having read that, you’re probably thinking something along the lines of “Gosh, that makes the book sound really… not… attractive. I should read this?” Banish the thought. This is Mr. Fischl’s first novel. It’s really well done. If you do not read this particular book, I strongly recommend you keep an eye out for a subsequent work by Fischl.
My big issue is that, as genre fiction, this book spans two genres that I’m not especially fond of: westerns and horror. Thus the plot devices and characters that might serve as hooks for an aficionado don’t work for me. Most horror in horror fiction, for example, seems to me to be boring or it confuses yuck with eek or it’s contrived, and Dr. Potter’s Medicine Show is no exception. (Angry Robot markets the book as fantasy, and it is that too.)
Why did I continue to the end? Two reasons.
First, Fischl is really pretty coy in plotting the narrative. For the first several dozen pages, it’s not clear just where he’s taking the story. The characters are sympathetic enough that even if I did not like them, it kept my curiosity. His characters are often cleverly drawn with a curious humor, and while I’m humor impaired, that also kept me going.
Second and more important, as far as I’m concerned, Fischl shows every sign of being a really good writer, not just a good story-teller.
Keep an eye on this guy. If Fischl does at least as well as this book, he’s going to make a name for himself. I plan to keep an eye out for more of his work, and this review is also a memo to myself to do just that. A sequel is in the works.
Oh, and why did the cover appeal to me? I like barkers: