Redshirts‘ by John Scalzi

Set in a future that loosely resembles an episode of Star Trek, this book starts well, with some interesting characters. Sadly, however, the potential is never fully realized and, as a result, the latter parts of this novel could have been written by an aging hippy, with a mind fried by decades of dropping acid, whose only solace is carefully masturbating to Grateful Dead LP’s.

I won’t bore you with too much detail. The plot of ‘Redshirts’ is a parody of the classic and much loved sci-fi series, where reality is determined by script-writers oblivious to the consequences of their fickle commercial needs. There is much scope for this story-line, yet somehow Scalzi has managed to spectacularly drop the ball. No monsters, no scintillating action, no erotic sex scenes (maybe even inter-species) (forget I wrote that as it makes me look like a bestial perv).

All-in-all, it would be more productive if you were to read the latest Lidl brochure… repeatedly (they have some great socks at very reasonable prices, and don’t get me started on their secateurs…).

Sult Scale rating – 2.5 out of 10. Give it a miss.


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