Monday, December 29, 2014

The Sex Lives of Siamese Twins by Irvine Welsh


Title: The Sex Lives of Siamese Twins
Author: Irvine Welsh
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday
Rating: WARTY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This is the very first Irvine Welsh I've ever read, and rest assured that it's also the very last. The story focuses on Lucy Brennan who is a Miami Beach personal-fitness trainer who hates women, hates overweight people, hates down-on-their-luck people, well, pretty much hates everyone she feels is lower on the social ladder than Lucy is herself which means, well, she hates everyone.

So naturally she has some upside, to make us - if not identify with the main character, at least be interested in what she has to say and where she's going, right? Well, er, no. There's absolutely nothing whatsoever to like, to love, to admire, to envy, nor is there anything to suggest that we can learn something from this character. She's horrible, relentlessly horrible, hatefully horrible. She's self-centered, blindly arrogant, superior, and thinks the world ought to be brushing its collective teeth with whatever she excretes from her spite-ridden ass.

I detested her pretty much from the off, and detested her more with each passing chapter until I reached a point where I couldn't stand to read another screen of this novel.

I'd foolishly thought this story might actually be about the sex lives of Siamese twins - a story which would have been fascinating and fun, but the Siamese twins are nothing but a background news story used as a really amateur and ham-fisted metaphor for the relationship of Lucy with an overweight - sorry, I mean fat (because in Lucy's world that's all there is: you're either a gorgeous babe or you're a fat, worthless bitch) - woman she encounters by the name of Lena Sorensen.

It's painfully obvious from the start that these two will hook up (Lucy is bi), so there is no mystery here, nor is there anything to look forward to. All we have is page after page of Pushy-Lucy, judgmental (if not simply mental) as hell, and promoting herself to maximize the fifteen minutes of fame she stumbles into as the novel begins.

Well this novel had its fifteen minutes and now it's toothpaste - or at least it would be in Lucy's opinion!


The Sunken by SC Green


Title: The Sunken
Author: SC Green
Publisher: Grymm & Epic
Rating: WARTY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This novel had a prologue which I skipped as usual. My position is that if the author thinks it unworthy to put it all in chapter one or later, then it's not worth my time reading it. I've never regretted not reading a prologue! Unfortunately I did have regrets about reading this novel. It sounded interesting to begin with, and the premise certainly held promise, but for me this promise was a preemie.

This is a steam punk novel set in London (of course!) in 1830, eight years before the reign of Queen Victoria began. In this world, dragons live in swamps outside the city. Why, I have no idea. King George is on the throne and he is at best an evil, short-tempered man. I have no knowledge of what he is at worst, since I never read that far.

In this world, religion has been upturned completely. Now people worship science, which is just as wrong-headed as worshiping fictitious gods. Yes, science is a powerful and proven method, but no, it isn't a religion, nor should it be. But this is fiction, and in this world, engineers and inventors are the priests and prophets, running their own churches! Within the city is 'The ward' - an enclave, the purpose or meaning of which I never found out. Perhaps its significance and origin are gone into in parts of this novel which I never reached, since I DNF'd it.

The novel tells the story of white men, and it was one big turn-off. There were no significant women featured at all, nor were there people of color - not in the portion I read. Ah! you may exclaim, there were no women or people of color who rose to prominence as engineers and scientists during this era, so why should a writer include them? My response to that is that neither were there dragons, yet we find them on prominent display in this novel! What's napalm for the dragon is palmetto for the dragonette, surely? Otherwise all we have is a holocaust, this time giving us the sanctity of Aryan men, with women and darker skin tones eliminated to protect that bleached, phallic purity.

Even that might have been something I could have grudgingly put up with had the story been truly compelling or original, and had it drawn me in, but it did not. I found myself increasingly wondering why I should be interested in or care about these irritatingly self-absorbed and ultimately boring characters who seemed uninterested in moving anything along, let alone an actual story. Why should I care about mutants under the city when there are so many repulsive versions of them above ground? I could find no valid answer to that question and ceased further perusal of this tome.

I made it to about one third the way through, and then I simply could not make myself read any more. It just was not appealing to me at all. It didn't help that the novel kept going back and forth between first person (which I detest) and third. The fact that it had to do this speaks powerfully against first person as a valid writing vehicle. There are instances where it makes sense, but for the most part it's a mistake because it's all "Me!" all the time and that's not only irritating, but worse, it's completely boring.

With an insane George the Third ruling in England, England at war with France, dragons attacking citizens in London, and Isambard Kingdom Brunel being issued a royal contract to build an underground railway linking Buckingham Palace and Windsor castle, you'd think that there would be enough there to concoct a really engrossing story, but it did not pull me in, not in the least. There was too much rambling on and on about politics and far too much telling of plot, with no showing and almost nothing of interest happening at all.

The author is female which made it even more remarkable there's almost no female presence in this novel - not in the first third, at any rate. I couldn't help but wonder why. It's not like it's a true-to-life historical novel, and even if it were, there were plenty of women of note whose names and activities could have been included. They were not. As it was, this novel ventured deeply into fantasy land, and it would not have been a problem at all to have included a plethora of female characters of note, but none appeared other than in tangential or minor roles. Again, I can't speak for the entire novel, but from what I read of it, this was worse than neglectful - it was inexcusable.

I cannot recommend this novel. Sunken is a great title for it.


Sunday, December 28, 2014

The Amazing Brain of OC Longbotham by Barbara Spencer


Title: The Amazing Brain of OC Longbotham
Author: Barbara Spencer
Publisher: Troubador
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Delightfully illustrated by Charley Belles.

Philip James Longbotham lives with his mom and two older sisters, Anna, and Kitty. He's four years old and is rather OCD. He liked to measure their new home every day in case it had grown in the night. He seems to have a vocabulary way in excess of what might be expected in you typical four-year-old, but he soon grows into it.

This novel consists of text and images, some of which contain text, continuing the story, but some of those were barely legible in the Adobe Digital Editions version of the novel, and this was on a reading page measuring approximately ten inches by six (that's very approximately 25cm by 15cm for the rest of the world outside the antique USA). Hopefully that issue will be fixed before this goes to regular publication, otherwise it’s going to be a tough and tedious job trying to read this on a Kindle or an iPad mini or a smart phone!

The novel is set in Britain, so I felt right at home, but I have to say some of the writing was a little off here and there. Many sentences which ought to have ended in a question mark were missing one, and conversely, at least one which did not need a question mark had one. That aside, I loved the writing and the tone of voice. It was playful, amusing, inventive, and very engrossing. I loved the family dynamics. Anna and Kitty were completely adorable, even as they were being evil sometimes. OC was a delight in his simplicity as his friend Charles was in his scheming complexity.

Although Philip begins this novel at age four, nearly five, the story progresses quite rapidly after his unfortunate encounter of the wasp kind (the purpose of which was something of a mystery to me, since he obviously had some sort of issue going on before that). However, afterwards, we’re told that he's now a savant when it comes to chess, math, and science, and a poor student when it comes to English - particularly spelling. He also has a hard time remembering things and so he keeps notes to help himself. Very practical!

When he gets into his teens, he meets a new guy who moved in next door, Charles Andrew Sheridan Harris, or Cash for short. Cash is the same age as Phil, and despite being wheelchair-bound, he's hell-bent on a career in crime. He starts out small with shoplifting, but after he meets Phil, know known universally as OC, he migrates into business, charging other students for forging their homework, with Phil answering their math and science questions and Cash forging their handwriting with the answers - and with some wrong answers and crossings-out to make it look authentic. The two of them accumulate a small pile of money with these techniques.

When Cash learns that OC is an expert chess player, they move into tournament play for cash prizes. One of these involved bringing in Anna, who can pass for eighteen, and Kitty, who is an expert at handling OC if he has an episode. These episodes are triggered when his brain overloads, and she's masterful at bringing him down to Earth again. This is how they end-up in Birmingham pursuing another tournament and a little business opportunity on the side, envisaged by Cash.

I found this novel to be completely captivating despite being nowhere near the age it's aimed at. I don't know what it was exactly (other than really good writing, of course!), but it grabbed me from the off and it never let go. All of the characters were superbly well-drawn and entertaining. I loved the Longbotham family. Anna and Kitty were particularly entertaining. I can see them getting their own novel.

The story was fun, it moved at a decent clip, it delivered the goods, and it came up with a really neat ending. I recommend this novel.


Daomu by Kennedy Xu


Title: Daomu
Author: Kennedy Xu (no website found)
Publisher: Magnetic Press
Rating: WARTY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Ably illustrated by Ken Chou.

Based on the novel Dao Mu Bi Ji by Kennedy Xu, this graphic novel tells the story of Sean Wu, a young Chinese man who reunites with his long absentee father only to be shocked as the man is executed right in front of him in broad daylight in the café in which they've just met.

So far so good! The problem is that for me, this story went right downhill from this point onwards which is ironically amusing because the story literally went underground at that point, too! I freely confess right up front that I may have missed something here, but it seemed to me that Sean's dad's profession was essentially a grave robber, and with little to trigger his behavior, Sean embarks upon a similar career.

Yes, he was shocked by, and bereft of an explanation for what happened to his dad, but given that he hated the guy anyway, it was hard to see why he so readily hooked-up with his uncle, and voluntarily descended deep underground to ancient graves where bizarre mutant creatures or incarnations of spirits from what appear to be China's worse cultural nightmares live and move and have their being!

Sean seems to have an aptitude for this work, but I could not figure out exactly what 'this work' actually was. It seemed to consist solely to raising the dead and then, well, er, razing the dead. While the illustrations were, in general, well-done and in some parts impressive, the text left a lot to be desired, which I found to be almost paradoxical given that this story originated as a novel.

Worse, the art was consistently dark, and relentlessly so, such that despite its quality, it actually became monotonous and uninteresting, and eventually just depressing. It also didn’t make full use of the page, each of which was pretty much thickly black-bordered - a pet peeve of mine given how wasteful it is of trees. Of course, this is irrelevant in an ebook, but it does bear upon print books. What with both the relentless tone of the art, and the text not really appealing to me as I read on, I found myself skipping bits and pieces, and then whole pages and then skimming sections. Pretty soon, I was asking myself why I was even skimming it at all?

This novel may appeal to you, but to me it was no better than a really bad horror movie, and I can’t recommend it. I saw no story to recommend. Perhaps eastern audiences will get a lot more from this than we westerners, or perhaps you have to have a certain mind set, but whatever it was, it was not for me.


Saturday, December 27, 2014

Across the Bridge of Ice by Ruth Fox


Title: Across the Bridge of Ice
Author: Ruth Fox
Publisher: Hague Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a review copy kindly sent to me by Hague Publishing. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This is the sequel to the very excellent City of Silver Light, but whereas the first volume was told from the PoV of main character Jake, this one follows Keira Leichman, the feisty, soccer-playing girl from the first volume, who's a friend of Jake with a hint of perhaps something more?

Normally I don't go on about book covers in my blog, because it's all about writing, and writers rarely have any say in the cover their book gets lumbered with when they go the Big Publishing™ route. In this case, however, I have to again commend the cover which is painted by Ruth Fox herself. Another keeper! And Kudos to Hague Publishing for knowing when it has a good thing going with the book and the cover!

The author did everything right here. Changed the PoV, gave us a female perspective in place of a male, took us from our world to the City of Silver Light, and gave Jake's younger brother Daniel a look-in. I liked this novel because of all of these changes, but between this and the first volume, I preferred the first. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because there was no longer the big mystery once we entered the other world? Maybe I expected more mystery?

There was some mystery, so it's not like it's devoid of anything like that, and I liked the story very much in general, but I felt I wasn't getting enough of the other city and the people who populated it. I think this is why I felt that I liked this a bit less than the first volume. I would have liked to have learned more about the citizens of the other world than we did. I'm guessing that's what's going to be revealed in the third volume of this trilogy.

That aside, I really liked Kiera. She is brave, adventurous, strong, feisty, self-possessed, and the way she cared for Daniel was endearing, so I recommend this novel as a fun next step in the trilogy.

Many thanks to Hague Publishing for a chance to read and review this novel and its companion.


The City of Silver Light by Ruth Fox


Title: The City of Silver Light
Author: Ruth Fox
Publisher: Hague Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a review copy kindly sent to me by Hague Publishing. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Erratum:
"Mrs Henders' problem" should be "Mrs Henders's problem" assuming the woman is named Henders. If she's named Hender, then it should be "Mrs Hender's problem". The 'S' apostrophe assumes that we're talking about a possession or quality which belongs to more than one of them!

Don't tell my wife, but I'm in love with Ruth Fox! She blew me away with this story. Normally I don't go on about book covers in my blog, because it's all about writing, and writers rarely have any say in the cover their book gets lumbered with when they go the Big Publishing™ route. In this case, however, I was in love with the cover art, and then I discovered that it's also done by Ruth Fox!

Seriously. I'm simultaneously jealous and in admiration if not adoration! I'm going to print the cover for this and the sequel, which I shall also review, and put them up by my computer as inspiration! They make my covers look a bit crappy, but just this morning I had a great idea for a cover for my Tears in Time, so I'm not down and out yet - not by a long shot!

So, this story! It's very short, so even if you're not a huge fan of it, it's not going to feel like a long slog to finish it. For me, I fell in love with it immediately. I wish I knew the secret of what it is which makes one novel brilliant and totally engrossing, and another novel off-putting from the off, but whatever it is, Ruth Fox has it and this novel does too.

On top of that, it's not YASSITU (yet another story set in the USA)! At first I was thinking it was set in England because so many of the words Americans might find confusing were familiar ot me, but then I noted that someone bought milk for two dollars twenty, and I'm like, "What?" That's when I realized it's set in Australia, so what's not to love?! There's tyres and Malteasers, mate!

This novel starts out with Jake looking out of his window one deeply frosty night when he sees what looks like a meteor come down in the park across the street. Bored, and looking for some sort of a diversion, Jake races over to check it out and he discovers a patch of melted snow, the grass beneath it scorched; lying in the middle of it is a girl who doesn't appear to be even remotely chilled. Indeed, she's the warmest thing which Jake has seen in a long time. She runs away and he doesn't know what to do about it. He sees her again, briefly, at the same spot the next day, but again she leaves quickly.

What's even more weird is that his nosy next-door neighbor, Mrs Henders, tackles him about what he's seen. She seems to know something, but Jake dismisses it until she hands him something which proves that she knows exactly what she's talking about. Now it's Jake's problem. Who is this mysterious girl? He thinks he knows where she comes from - and it's not from Earth, but who is she really? How did she get here? Why is her life apparently so different from his? And what will become of the two of them?

Jake has a younger brother named Daniel, who is a trip, and he has a best friend named Kiera, a soccer-playing school-mate, but he doesn't even tell her about this young woman he's met - not the truth, anyway. Flibbertigibbet that I am, I fell in love with Kiera, too (sorry Ruth - I guess I'm just no good for you!). She's a riot and she reminded me of Kiera Knightly who, before she became famous, portrayed a soccer-playing high-school girl in a British movie titled Bend it like Beckham, which is actually a pretty entertaining movie. Kiera (in the novel) is also a pain though, which makes her a very realistic character. The mysterious new girl is captivating too.

This novel is original, a very fast read (which may not be perceived as a benefit for some readers!) and thoroughly engrossing. The characters are realistic and the story very well told. I often say I'm not a big fan of series because they typically seem excessive to me - like an author is milking a story rather than doing the hard work of coming-up with something new, but some series are good enough to be classed as exceptions and based on this first volume, this one is definitely exceptional. I'm very much looking forward to reading the sequel.

Many thanks to Hague Publishing for a chance to read and review this novel and its companion.


Friday, December 26, 2014

Zodiac Legacy by Stan Lee


Title: Zodiac Legacy
Author: Stan Lee
Publisher: Disney Press
Rating: WORTHY!

Illustrated by Andie Tong


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Erratum:
p51 "He's one of us know..." should be "He's one of us now..."
p51 "We keep tabs of Maxwell..." should be "We keep tabs on Maxwell..."

Today is the last day of my alphabet December reviews, with a double 'Z' brace of books. I'm done! Never again!

This novel (not a graphic novel, but a novel with some graphics) was available for both Adobe Digital Editions and the Kindle and I looked at it in both. The Kindle edition was problematical because the first part of each chapter had text which was grayed out and difficult to read as Kindle grey scale text. In the ADE version, I could see why - that text is on a red background. Also what are full-page illustrations in the ADE are very small images in the Kindle and so lose a lot of their impact. Other than that, both editions looked fine.

The story - which is evidently book one in the inevitable series - begins with Steven Lee, who is on a tour of a museum in China. Steven is Chinese-American and he's thinking that the tour guide is at best distracted, and at worst out of her league, when strange things begin happening. He and the tour guide, Jumanne (not her real name!), are the last to leave the room they're currently in, but as he is leaving, he hears a scream. The tour guide seems to become a different person at this point: focused and purposeful as she disappears through a hidden door. Asking himself, "What would a superhero do?" Steven follows.

He's rather surprised to find the Jumanne's clothes at the foot of a long flight of stairs, but not as surprised as he is to discover, when he reaches a balcony down there, a guy down below who is apparently being imbued, one-by-one, with the powers associated with the twelve signs of the Chinese zodiac: Dog, Dragon, Goat, Horse, Monkey, Ox, Pig, Rabbit, Rat, Rooster, Snake, and Tiger.

The guy's name is Maxwell, and he's the bad guy and so is of course, a dragon. It turns out that Jumanne and Maxwell's assistant, Carlos, are both aligned against Maxwell, and Steven is actually a candidate for taking on zodiacal powers himself! He's a tiger. Carlos has no such affinity, but is an excellent side-kick. Jumanne, whose real name, it turns out, is Jasmine, also happens to be a dragon.

There are two free mini-books on BN & Amazon, each of which offers some details of the characters (six on each side), and offers about six chapters of the Zodiac novel as well. It's the same six chapters in each book, but one book details the good guys: Dragon (Jasmine), Goat, Pig, Rabbit, Rooster (Roxanne), Tiger (Steven), the other the bad guys: dog, horse (Josie), monkey, ox, rat, snake, plus Maxwell on the dragon). Maxwell wanted to absorb all the powers - something which is supposed to be impossible- and then dole them out to minions whom he could control. He claims he wants to make the world a better place, but Jasmine's crew doesn't believe him.

Once the initial confrontation is over and the zodiac device has been split, Jasmine, Carlos, and Steven take off across the world tracking down the young people who have somehow managed to pull down the various spare zodiac powers that Maxwell hadn't yet claimed for himself. Given that they're complaining they don't have large financial backing like Maxwell does, how they manage to commandeer passage on a container ship and then flights to Paris and other places, I have no idea!

'This is very much a middle grade story. It isn't aimed at adults. As such it wasn't that entertaining for me, but it wasn't bad, and I can see how young kids would find it engrossing, so I'm going to rate it positively. The art-work by Andie Tong, which served more as dividers between chapters than anything else, was very good, so all-in-all, not too bad of an effort, but not very demanding or engaging for more mature readers.


Zeely by Virginia Hamilton


Title: Zeely
Author: Virginia Hamilton
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Rating: WORTHY!

Illustrated by Symeon Shimin

Zeely, believe it or not. is a story about Elizabeth Perry and her brother John who go to the country to spend the summer with their uncle, Ross. On the train there, they change their names to Geeder (soft 'G') and Toeboy for the summer for reasons unexplained.

This is a short novel, only a hundred pages or so, and an easy read - not just because of the comfortable writing and leisurely pace of the novel, but also because the story is very entertaining. But don't make the mistake of thinking it's too leisurely. The story moves.

Geeder and Toeboy decide to "camp out" at night, and they sleep in a field near the house which has a view of the road through the bushes. One night they see a tall white shape go silently past, and Geeder tells her brother that it's a Night Traveler and he must never talk to it or let it see him.

It turns out that the night traveler is really Zeely, the daughter of a guy who rents part of Uncle Ross's farmland to raise "hogs", because naming them pigs is just too real. There has to be a distance between the adorable animal out in the field and the dead meat which we wolf-down from our plates, doesn't there - otherwise it gets personal? So Sheep become mutton, cow becomes steak, pig becomes hog in the field because that sounds more horrible, and it becomes pork on the plate, because hog isn't edible. Pork is. Trust the French to make it palatable.

But that's not what this story is about. It's about the relationship which develops between Elizabeth and Zeely. Zeely is a Tutsi, referred to in this novel as a Watutsi, which is a group of people who colonized what is now Rwanda in Africa. Along with the Dinka people, the Tutsi are considered the tallest of all peoples in the world, averaging around six feet in height. By comparison in the US, men average five feet ten, women five feet five, so at this time of year, a tipsy Tutsi would be rather noticeable!

Elizabeth, aka Geeder, gets to know Zeely, whom at first, she thinks is an African queen due to an article she espies in a National Geographic magazine. It turns out that Zeely is actually from Canada, and not a queen, but the relationship between them, Geeder's activities, and the chat she has with Zeely about her life, are really well written and fascinating to read. I recommend this novel.


Thursday, December 25, 2014

The Yellow Face by Arthur Conan Doyle


Title: The Yellow Face
Author: Arthur Conan Doyle
Publisher: Bompa Crazy
Rating: WORTHY!

This Sherlock Holmes novelette was published in 1894. Most who know of Sherlock Holmes tend to picture him as solving every case, but real fans of the great detective know that he did not solve them all. Typically the ones at which he failed were, by John Watson's own admission, suppressed, evidently because without a conclusion, they were unsatisfactory cases: "...where he failed it happened too often that no one else succeeded, and that the tale was left forever without a conclusion." He did report one or two, however, such as The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual, and this particular case, The Yellow Face, although in this particular case, it's not so much that it went unsolved as that it required no work on the part of Holmes for its resolution.

How it ever came to be titled The Yellow Face (and also known as The Adventure of the Yellow Face) is the only big mystery here! There is no yellow face in it (unless you count the reference to yellow fever)! The only other face that's remarked upon is first described as white.

The story begins with the visit of a man, Grant Munro, who has very recently had cause to doubt his wife, Effie. For three years they have had the perfect marriage, but now she is behaving oddly, first asking for a large sum of her own money, which she had put into his charge upon their marriage, and later leaving the house at odd times visiting the newly arrived neighbor, across the field from their cottage. When Munro confronts her about it, she begs her husband not to pursue it. Effie reassures him, but offers nothing concrete, instead asserting that she cannot tell him what’s going on and asks only that he trust her. This he cannot do, which is why he consults Holmes.

The story which is delivered to Holmes and Watson of Effie's history suggests some possibilities. She was, for a while, resident in the USA, in Alabama (no word on whether she sported a banjo on her knee), married to a fine man named John Hebron. Together they had a daughter, but subsequently, husband and daughter became ill and died of the illness, whereupon she returned to England. About six months after that was when she met and fell in love with Holmes's visitor.

The solution to this simple and pleasant story is itself quite simple, but out of several possibilities, the ones I had in mind were wrong. I felt slightly annoyed with Doyle that he didn’t give me quite sufficient clues to determine the answer more accurately! But I rate this positively, because I did enjoy the story and thought it a remarkably forward-thinking tale.


Zombies Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens


Title: Zombies Christmas Carol
Author: Charles Dickens
Publisher: Marvel
Rating: WORTHY!

Adaptation by Jim McCann
Penciling David Baldeon and Jeremy Treece
Inking Jordi Tarragona and Roger Bonet
Coloring Ferran Daniel and Jorge Gonzalez
Lettering Jeff Eckleberry

This is exactly what the title says (for once!) - a straight adaptation of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol into graphic novel format, with a dash (or more accurately, a stagger) of zombies tossed in, and I have to say that it worked!

I'm not a fan at all of zombie stories (or vampire or werewolf as long as we're covering certain animistic supernatural plots), but this one actually wasn't repulsive to me at all.

The novel carries a parental advisory, FYI, but there really isn't anything in it that need be kept from any well-adjusted, everyday teen - nothing that they wouldn't see, for example, on your average gaming card. In fact, by zombie story standards, this one was relatively tame.

The beauty of it lies in the way it was adapted, and Jim McCann did a sterling job there, bringing the zombies in and making them threatening without any really overt violence or gore. They're not overwhelming, either - just a background, really, to Scrooge's story, which largely follows the original, but which is adjusted here and there to fit the zombie story into it.

Zombies and Christmas might not seem like a natural fit, but what the heck? Sometimes you want to down-shift at Christmas and try something new, or at least, different instead of blindly following all those same old traditions again this year like you did every other year. This story fits the bill, and I recommend it.


Wednesday, December 24, 2014

X-Wing Mercy Kill by Aaron Allston


Title: X-Wing Mercy Kill
Author: Aaron Allston
Publisher: Random House
Rating: WARTY!

If it's Christmas Eve, then it must be an X day! I freely admit right up front that I picked this only because I was running out of time and couldn't find anything else starting with X that was both readily available and suitable for my purposes, and even this one is stretching it! Does the title file under 'S' for Star wars? Under 'X' for X-Wing? Or under 'M' for Mercy Kill? I chose to file it under 'X' for very selfish reasons)!), but this is not the kind of novel I'd normally read, and the confirmation of "Why?" came very quickly.

The author at least has the smarts to put the prologue into chapter one so kudos for that. Prologues are antiquated. The problem is that just bodily moving it into chapter one doesn't quite do the necessary. I don't know why authors don't simply incorporate the content of what would have been the prologue into the body of the text - not as a dead, static, boring, action-stopping flashback in the middle of a sequence, or as a tedious info-dump, but as a slowly seeping motif or attitude, or whatever, right into the story itself.

But we'll let that go because the 31 years ago segment wasn't the problem for me per se. The first problem was that an admiral was on a covert mission. Seriously? No, admirals and generals do not go on covert missions - except, of course, in Star Trek and Star Wars where they do it to a thoroughly inappropriate level, which is one of my big beefs there.

Star Trek captains going down to the planet on every single mission? BS. I kept hoping the writers would get this with every new series they put out, but they never did - it was always the Mary Sue to perfection of the extreme idealism, always right, ultra-noble, self-sacrificing, tooth-ache of a captain. I kept hoping that one Star Trek series would come out where it was all about the crew, and the captain was merely an auxiliary figure if he/she appeared at all, but it never was. Ho-hum.

So it was this kind of thing that's the problem here in this novel, too. In addition to that, there's the usual problem with these kinds of novels: "the author forgets he has hi-tech" conundrum. We're in an advanced technology, interstellar spaceflight society, with very advanced AIs, and they still have iPads (called datapads, to make them seem cool). BS on that, too! At one point there's a sniper talking about making a really difficult shot - and this is in that same advanced society. The problem is that we have drones now. They even have intelligent drones in that society - yet there's still a need for snipers making impossible shots instead of mini-drones doing it? I call BS on that, too.

That, my friends, is far too much BS for one chapter. It wasn't one thing, but a host of things of this nature which so quickly turned me off this story that I couldn't get beyond that first chapter. Your mileage may differ, but all I got was a frequent reminder that I don't read this kind of novel for a very good reason. I love sci-fi, but I need it to be a lot smarter than this is.


Blue Penguin and the Sensational Surf by Eileen Wacker


Title: Blue Penguin and the Sensational Surf
Author: Eileen Wacker
Publisher: Once Kids
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a print book which Once Kids were kind enough to send to me for review. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

It's the grand opening of the new Fujimini Island Swim and Surf school, and all the penguins are there, setting up. Blue Penguin is the surf teacher, Red Penguin is serving food and drink, Orange Penguin is hanging ribbons, and last but by no means least, Purple Penguin is ready to greet the customers. Even Rainbow Panda is there trying to make up for his escapade with the firecrackers, by hanging the shop sign.

Everything seems to be going swimmingly until a Kappa shows up! Nope, that's not a Capra, as in a famous movie director, and it's not a Zappa as in an equally famous musician, it's a Kappa - a very naughty spirit which lives in water and looks like a monkey in a turtle suit. Yes, you heard what I said. Don't try to pretend you don't know what's going on here!

After a brief discussion, Blue Penguin resolves to ignore the Kappa and press on with his opening day plans. He doesn't want to disappoint, so he asks which of Silver Bunny, Pink Hamster, Green Hamster, or Rainbow Panda wants to get the first lesson. They all do, but as they're having fun out on the ocean, learning to handle their surf-boards, who is keeping a watchful eye on the kappa?

The Kappa does, of course, wreak its mischief, but with the help of Blue Bay Dolphin and Blue Wale, things are brought back under control. The resolution commendably comes not through fighting and antagonism, but through peaceful talk and offers of help.

This is the third in Eileen Wacker's series that I've read, and I've been pleased with all of them. This one is the first which I've read in print book form (many thanks to Lynn Coppotelli and the people at Once Kids for this opportunity). I have to remark that it's quite breathtaking to see the printed form compared with the ebooks to which I've had access previously.

The art work by Alan Low is beautifully done, and the overall layout and presentation is gorgeous. This is a glossy-paged hardback with a paper over-cover, so if I have one complaint, it's that both of these covers contain the same image. It seems to me that the hard cover itself is sufficient - can we help save a tree by dispensing with the paper over-cover?

Aside from that, I have no complaints at all about this book or this series. It's a well-done, engrossing, and and attractive read for young children, and continues in the sterling tradition set by previous volumes. I recommend this book unreservedly.


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Witch-Hunt by Wendy Scott


Title: Witch-Hunt
Author: Wendy Scott
Publisher: Amazon
Rating: WARTY!

This is book one in the Lodestone series, because why publish one book and then create something brand new when you can milk the same tedious topic for an entire series? I am not a fan of series, as you can guess. They are, with very few and treasured exceptions, boring, and they are abusive in that they actively prey on reader addiction. I've seen readers review a book negatively and then admit that they're going to read the next in the series because they have to know what happens! How wrong-headed is that? People who write series are no different, on the bottom line, than drug pushers, and publishers and writers are okay with this and indulge themselves in it mercilessly. I am not on-board with that, and I am not an addict!

The title is about as unoriginal as you can get. Sometimes the publisher rips the right to title their own novel right out of the author's hands, so maybe it's not her fault, but BN lists thirteen pages of books when you type this title into their search engine, and the first page consists almost entirely of books sharing almost this exact title! As I quickly discovered, originality is not this novel's forte.

This book started out just fine - minor issues, but otherwise quite engrossing, until the shirtless guy showed up with his muscles rippling. Seriously? It was actually funny because he was brushing down a horse which had just arrived in the stable, and his own eyes were exactly like a horse's - brown with long lashes! Since this is a book of witchcraft, maybe the guy's a horse? Of course this begs the question as to what other traits he has and whether this is really a young adult novel about witchcraft or if it's simply YA erotica. I'm guessing it’s the former even as I continue to wonder about the wrong-headedness of this stuck-in-a-rut approach to stories about young girls (and I use the word 'rut' deliberately).

Seriously, though, the problem is that this is yet another in a long, long, way-too-long, line of books with a female main character who is presented as heroic, yet right up front the author starts telling us loudly that this girl is actually quite useless without a macho guy to validate her. Why would an author - especially a female author - do this to a girl? I have to say that this put me right off this book. Fortunately for the author, it had been interesting enough until that point for me to want to continue reading it, but I was definitely not pleased.

It certainly didn’t help at one point in chapter 4, we were explicitly told that, "Women are nature's sacred carriers, holding the precious seeds of future life, and are far closer to spiritual perfection than a man could ever be." Seriously? Please, get it right. Women carry half a seed of life; men carry the other half. Let’s not get disgustingly genderist about this. Women do carry that life in their bodies for nine months, and pay a hefty price for that. I don’t get this kind of writing: one which on the one hand puts women on a pedestal like this, and then on the other, renders them as air-headed, blushing, giggling, flibbertigibbets as soon as His Royal Majesty King Shirtless o' the Rippling Muscles shows up. A woman cannot intelligently be both a strong female character and a man's 'bit of skirt'.

What's almost as bad is that this is yet another Harry Potter clone: it's a school for witchcraft, with an orphaned child who is *special*. On top of that, it really bothers me that writers take up a fantastical and boundless topic like witchcraft, full of adventure and promise, and then hobble it by placing it into a rigidly mundane setting. Just like in Harry Potter, there's a council (like the Ministry of Magic) which controls the witches. Seriously? I don’t get the mentality whereby an author can take the supernatural and then treat it as the ordinary, with schools, and controls, and councils and - well in short, make it exactly like the mundane world. How unimaginative is that? The supernatural deserves better!

As if that's not bad enough, Sir Shirtless is suddenly man-handling Sabrina - the main character (Sabrina? Seriously? Let’s get some originality, please!). Instead of approaching her respectfully and standing away from her, advising her as to how to brush this particular horse, this creep is all over her, grabbing her hand like she's a little child - but then that's how this kind of jerk views women, isn’t it?

We read: "…strong fingers radiating warmth slipped over hers, and a musk-laden voice, breathed into her ear." It’s not even good punctuation. A musk-laden voice? What does that even mean? Is the author confusing husky and musky? There's clearly no concept of chivalry in this novel, so why not set as an example that it's okay to grab and manipulate women without even considering a need for permission, let alone actually asking for it. Clearly women don’t deserve that kind of respect in this world, any novel which doesn't respect women likewise doesn't deserve my time in reading it.

I rate this novel misogynistic. You can see from the covers of some of her other novels (such as Ferrasium, Golden Scarab, and Pyramidion), that either the author or her publisher is very much into the objectification of women. I'm starting to become convinced that such novels should be reviewed negatively without even reading them, based on the cover alone.


Who's Coming for Dinner, Little Hoo? by Brenda Ponnay


Title: Who's Coming for Dinner, Little Hoo?
Author: Brenda Ponnay (no website found)
Publisher: Xist Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!

Today's December 23rd! It's time for a double W!

Here's a little charmer for very young 'uns. It's one of at least two books about Little Hoo. You may think they don't give a hoot, but wise-cracking aside, this one will likely become an owl-time favorite. It's done in fall colors, prettily illustrated with sufficient detail for young eyes without crowding and confusion. Little Hoo is having a dinner party, and is naturally anxious that all friends show up safely.

No worries! They do, and everyone brings a little something to turn a meal into a feast. I'm sure that clean-up with the feather duster beforehand is very much appreciated. I'm not gong to spoil it by revealing exactly who comes, but I don't want to pussy-foot around either, so let me assure you that they do step up. To whit: they bear gifts, or they show up with something squirreled away about their person, and those gifts aren't turkeys, either.

Normally I like children's books to be educational, and this one kinda squeezes in because education isn't just about math and science. It's also important to know how to behave socially, and how to reward an invitation by bringing a gift. I liked this book.


Monday, December 22, 2014

The Variable Man by Philip K Dick


Title: The Variable Man
Author: Philip K Dick
Publisher: Harper Collins
Rating: WORTHY!

It's the 22nd day of December, so this has to be a novel starting with a 'V'!

In 2036, Earth makes contact with a civilization in the Proxima Centauri system, but one hundred years later, Earth and Centaurus are in a war in which no shot has apparently ever been fired. Both sides are so obsessed with designing perfect weapons which can bring decisive victory that almost as soon as each design hits the drawing board, the other side has a defense which slightly betters it. Causing the original to be scrapped in favor of an improved design. Since nothing is ever stabilized, then nothing can actually be built! It’s delicious!

Dick comes up with a really entertaining concept of how faster-than-light travel works:

Hedge’s object continued to lose length and gain mass until it reached the theoretical limit of velocity, the speed of light. At that point the object, still gaining speed, simply ceased to exist. Having no length, it ceased to occupy space. It disappeared. However, the object had not been destroyed. It continued on its way, gaining momentum each moment, moving in an arc across the galaxy, away from the Sol system. Hedge’s object entered some other realm of being, beyond our powers of conception. The next phase of Hedge’s experiment consisted in a search for some way to slow the ftl object down, back to a sub-ftl speed, hence back into our universe.

Can’t argue with that! Actually I can because space is inextricably tied-in with time, but I'll let that slide!

The problem arises in this novel when humanity (or rather humanity's computers) decide that the odds are ever in its favor, and plans on launching an attack on the Centaurans within the week, using an FTL bomb which the Centaurans will not only not see coming, they will be unable to defend against.

In preparation for the end of the war, a historical research bubble is interrupted in its scan of the past and terminated manually. This causes it to bring a person back from two hundred years before. Unlike contemporary humans, this man is a generalist - he doesn’t specialize in a tightly circumscribed field of expertise as everyone else in this world does, and this results in those crucial computers being unable to calculate the odds of wining the war any more - they go blank because of this variable - this man who is an unpredictable unknown.

He arrives almost like a Messiah, right on the verge of a massive war to end all wars (as the claim goes) against the Centaurans and just like a Messiah, the powers that be, seeing him as a threat to the status quo, try to eliminate him. Unfortunately for them, it doesn't quite work out how they planned.

This is a really good story. I highly recommend it. It’s short so it’s a fast read, and while Dick wasn't really much on world-building or poetic conversation, he does just enough to get you engaged and keep you in his world - and in the end, maybe a lot of other writers could learn from that!

You can get this book on your reading device for 99 cents (it's free on Amazon as of the posting date of this review), but you can also read it for free online at the Gutenberg project:. Since Philip Dick has been dead for thirty years, trust me, he's not going to miss the income; only Big Publishing™ will benefit.


Hellsbane Hereafter by Paige Cuccaro


Title: Hellsbane Hereafter
Author: Paige Cuccarod
Publisher: Entangled
Rating: WARTY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This is book three in the inevitable series because authors can’t write one-offs any more, evidently. I haven't read the previous two volumes. This one looked interesting and it appears it can be read as a standalone if you don’t mind being in some ignorance of the previous history, which is referred to often and of which we’re given details in mini-infodumps here and there. I honestly didn’t feel like I'd missed anything. Let’s face it, in a series, everything is prologue until the last volume, and I don’t do prologues anyway!

The novel sounded interesting from the blurb - but that just means the blurb did its job - it lured me in, but once I got in there, it quickly became clear that this was not for me. The blurb and the cover image (both of which are typically misleading) are very suggestive of titanic angelic battles, but - at least as far as I read - there was no such thing. Instead there was a heck of a lot of moping around and soul-searching, which I didn’t enjoy in the least.

The worst part for me was when the hero, Dominica Hellsbane (seriously?) went to see her evil father - the very father she should have slaughtered in two previous volumes and failed. This was no epic meeting in a palace with her father sitting a-throne. It wasn't even a hellish trip down into the baking environs of the pit. Nope! Dad-the-demon works in an office downtown. I kid you not.

I have never understood the Harry Potter mentality whereby the supernatural is laundered into base currency, becoming tiresomely ordinary and losing all its color and appeal in the process. With Harry Potter it was the Ministry of Magic and boarding schools and so on, but at least Rowling had the smarts to poke fun at her designs. Here, we get the struggle between good and evil demoted to average-ville, with palatial offices atop skyscrapers, looking out over the city, and spreadsheets, secretaries, and hedge funds - on short, nonsensical in the extreme.

We’re told that Hellsbane can teleport, yet when she gets into the building, she apparently has to ride the elevator! The boss has a secretary, and every person she touches sends an electric shock through her because they're fallen angels don't you know, and they're "beautiful" and "erotic". The problem is that if you have to keep on telling me how beautiful and erotic they are, it kind looses its "oomph" in the repetition.

At this point I’d had quite enough. Not only did Hellsbane fail to kill her evil dad, she's now working for him by doing a little job involving her angelic step brother, who is a frat boy and lives with other angelic frat boys in an apartment. Honestly? What is the point? What is the point of writing a story about something as exotic and supernatural as angels and demons if all you do with it when you've got it is to render it into nothing but a juvenile Hellsbane Does Coed? Frankly, I didn’t have enough Promethazine on hand to make it through this kind of a novel, so I quit it right there.

I yearn for something new and original in these heaven and hell books - something with power and majesty, and with an original take on angels and demons. I pray for something heavenly, but what I get is hellish: it seems that it's foolish to hope for something above average when all writers are capable of delivering in this sphere evidently is the ordinary, the tame, the boring. It’s truly sad. I can’t recommend a novel like that. Like this. It's time to turn the Paige.


Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Undertaker's Daughter by Kate Mayfield


Title: The Undertaker's Daughter
Author: Kate Mayfield
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

If it's the 21st day of December, this this has to be a novel starting with 'U'!

Though the title sounds like one of those pretentious 'literary' works of fiction that medal mills love to lavish their trinkets upon, or perhaps the title of an Audrey Niffeneggar novel, unlike most of my reviews, this isn’t one of a fictional work. You could make a decent argument here that the author is subsuming herself under her father in titling it the way she does: making herself a sub-unit of her father rather than her own person. But the author gets to name their novel, so this is her choice - unless Big publishing™ stepped in and wrenched even those reins from her.

Talking of which, the names have been changed, as they say, in this story, but it is a true story of one woman's upbringing in a funeral home in the sixties and seventies. She was the first person in her family to be carried from the hospital where she had recently been born, directly into a funeral home - where her family lived, and where her life effectively and paradoxically began!

Once the family had moved to a new residence, where her father opened his own funeral parlor on the ground floor of his own home, life became interesting. Her father operated both the funeral home and an ambulance service - not unusual in those days - and they had multiple telephones; they could not afford to disrespectfully miss an important call about someone's dear departed or about someone who needed urgent delivery to the hospital.

It was just as well he didn't ignore the call from a mother-to-be, alone and about to give birth, on a day when the snowy weather was so atrocious that not even the police wouldn't respond! That was the day the undertaker not only made it out there to the house, but learned how to deliver a baby in a hearse, when the child decided it didn't want to wait for the hospital.

There were strict rules in place for conduct in the funeral home. When the funeral was in progress, life upstairs almost went into hibernation: the phones were muted, cooking was carefully monitored to avoid strong smells which might permeate downstairs, movement was reduced to tip-toeing, and conversation trimmed to a whisper, with TV and radio turned off.

The author had a rather strict upbringing, especially by modern standards, and her mother's intransigence and disciplinarian attitude eventually forced her into her spending more and more of her time in her father's funereal domain. It's strange to think of it like that, isn't it: to think that an environment can be so unappealing to you that you'd rather be in a funeral home?!

On that score, humor isn’t absent from this story. There are endless stories to be enjoyed here, and there's a sly (and occasionally not so sly) vein of humor running through them. The tone of the novel is perky and vibrant throughout. Curious asides about "the Egg Man" (long before The Beatles sang it!) and interesting phrases like "enough hairspray to kill a cat" abound making this a really engaging and interesting read.

The humor is matched equally with sadness, not just from the upset of people dying who were known to the family, and young children dying who were known personally to the author. There's also racism and the desegregation that really wasn't. On top of all that, there's a rivalry between her father's funeral services and those of the other guy in town. Note that this was not the guy who took care of black funerals, with whom her father got along famously, if secretly. No, this was rivalry with the guy who had the ear of the hospital's director, and some rich businessmen who had financial interests in burials for one reason or another.

Overall, I really enjoyed reading this. This book is very different form my usual fare, and it;s probably because of that that i enjoyed it so. I recommend this book as a good read, a trip through history, and a very personal account of life in the sixties and seventies.


A Universe From Nothing by Lawrence Krauss


Title: A Universe From Nothing
Author: Lawrence Krauss
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Rating: WORTHY!

It's December 21st, so it's time for double U - not to be confused with W!

A Universe From Nothing: Why There Is Something Rather Than Nothing has been a very controversial book and for no good reason. If you search for reviews on it, what pops up in abundance is Christian websites desperately trying not to refute it (they can’t) but to discredit it! That's a good sign, because it means that it seriously shredded yet another facet of their inane fairy tale, and like a wounded wild animal, they’re lashing out blindly in their pain. This is a routine knee-jerk reaction which we see every time a new Richard Dawkins book comes out, for example.

Note in passing, one more thing about this book. When real professionals, doctors, scientists, and so on, publish a book, they never put their credentials after their name. It's always - and only 'Lawrence Krauss', or 'Lynn Margulis', or 'Neil deGrasse Tyson', or 'Richard Dawkins', or 'Carl Sagan', or 'Stephen Gould', or 'Brian Greene', and so on. This is how you differentiate books like this, ones which contain honest, factual information and tested scientific theory, from those bullshit books which which contain so-called magic diets or alternate lifestyle "help", where the authors invariably lard up their name with a string of letters trailing it. Keep that in mind for future purchases!

The really amusing thing is that reviewers - on both sides of the fence, religious and scientific - are not so much reviewing what Krauss wrote per se as they are whinging about whether the powerful arguments science makes - which discredit or side-line religion - really dispatch it or not. I found that as interesting as it was revealing, because these same people don’t ever try to argue in that same way when a religious book is published using science to try to establish their particular god!

I noticed that one Christian website, in a negative review of this book, was still flogging the bankrupt and discredited (non-)argument employed by William Lane Craig, but not original with him:

    Everything that exists has an explanation of its existence, either in the necessity of its own nature or in an external cause. The universe exists. Therefore the universe has an explanation of its existence. If the universe has an explanation of its existence, that explanation is God. Therefore, the explanation of the universe’s existence is God.

This particular website concluded: "Since this is a logically valid deductive argument, and since the universe obviously exists, non-theists must deny premises 1 or 4 to rationally avoid God’s existence." This is patent nonsense of course! It’s not even rational. Point one is far from established. It’s simply wet sand upon which the theists choose to base their claims, and it completely ignores quantum physics and vacuum energy which fly in the face of it. Point four is nothing but a baseless and desperate assertion, which proves nothing other than that they who support this argument are not above hypocritically bearing false witness.

Point three in no way rationally follows from anything which preceded it not least of which because point one has not been established. This is the transparent theist attempt to get a free lunch, because all of the 'arguments' they make carry within them the implicit and a priori assumption existence of a god. They claim that their god has always existed, yet if you tell them that the universe (or whatever generated it) has always existed, they argue that it cannot be so - it needed a cause; then they argue that their god is causeless! Rational? Not even close.

I'm a big fan of Lawrence Krauss, but I think he did a better job in the popular books which first brought him to wide-spread recognition than he does here. His The Physics of Star Trek And Beyond Star Trek are amazing and very accessible, and I highly recommend them. The second was, I think, better than the first. Here in this book, he's not looking at how realistic (or otherwise) science fiction is, he's actually looking at the meaning of science which is so advanced that it might appear like science fiction (or even fantasy) to people who either don’t take the trouble to understand it, or who are arbitrarily predisposed (from the thorough religious indoctrination most people are subject to from childhood) to dismiss it out of hand.

But while I think he could have done a lot better job in conveying his ideas (and perhaps an even better job in reading them - I listened to the audio book version, which Krauss reads himself, and not always very clearly), I still think he made his case. The question is what case was it he was making? People assume he was simply making a claim that everything came from nothing and he proved it in this book, but that's not actually what he's saying.

In his own words, in an interview, Krauss put it this way: "...I'll be the first to say that empty space as I'm describing it isn't necessarily nothing, although I will add that it was plenty good enough for Augustine and the people who wrote the Bible. For them an eternal empty void was the definition of nothing, and certainly I show that that kind of nothing ain't nothing anymore." That's an excellent interview and I recommend reading it. It clarifies a lot of things and makes obsolete a lot of the arguments people have tried to raise in the wake of this book. The link was good at the time this review was first posted.

Krauss came from a background of particle physics and moved into astrophysics afterwards, so he's in a very good position professionally, to write a book like this. He begins by bringing his readers up to speed on the modern theory of how the universe began. And note that here, theory is used in a scientific sense - as an understanding of physical laws and an explanation for how they interact with the real world. It's not being used in the popular sense, like one kid might say to another, I have a theory that your dad isn’t going to be thrilled with us for arriving home so late. A scientific theory is something which has been put together based on observations of reality. It seeks to clarify why things are the way they are, and more than this, it offers predictions which can be tested, and which will either disprove the theory or which will help to further confirm it.

This is why I don’t get why some scientists have taken issue with this book because it asks a "Why?" question! Science is all about why, so why can't Krauss ask why there is something instead of nothing?! Both they and the theists are also missing the point that even if Krauss has not explained everything (and I don’t see where he ever claimed that he had), the fact remains that he has explained everything that he did explain without having to ever call upon any gods. That's the bottom line here. Religion has always had its forte in the gaps in our knowledge. Had we the scientific understanding of the world we now have, but had it ten thousand years ago, no religion could ever have begun.

Some have criticized Krauss for what they describe as 'padding' this book with a discussion of scientific discoveries about the universe, and how we know how big it is, and of what it's composed, but this is necessary since he's talking about its origin. It’s important to understand that origin and how it was discovered, because topics that he discusses here are called into use later - or at least show the need for a certain amount of familiarity with what came before to understand properly what's discussed later.

It’s not a question of the individual value of the different parts, it’s a matter of the utility of the whole. To take a part of his book and criticize that while ignoring the whole package is nonsensical! It’s like checking that your kid packed everything before you go on vacation, focusing on one corner of the suitcase and saying, "There's nothing but socks all the way down! How can you go out in public with only socks?" Well duhh!

My only complaint is about the clarity, as I've mentioned. I think Krauss could have done a better job of explaining in some portions of the book, and he certainly could have done a better job of reading those parts! Perhaps the audio book isn’t the best way to absorb this book, not least because it skips all of the illustrations and diagrams. That said I recommend the book because I think it does exactly what the title promises for theistic definitions of nothing.

Of course, the theists are going to continue to move the goalposts; that's a given. It's true that science is not about proof, it’s about going where the evidence leads and understanding what it means, but if the history of science has proved anything, it’s that as long as theists keep on proudly erecting those goalposts, then scientists are going to continue to score right through them.

If you can't get the book, but you do have Internet access, then you can watch a recording of Krauss giving a lecture which is the essence or even the prototype of this book. It's in this video that we can enjoy gems like: "Forget Jesus, the stars died so that you could be here today!" and "Empty space is responsible for 90% of your mass." I recommend this book.