Spock, Messiah! by Theodore R. Cogswell, Jr. and Charles A. Spano
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 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)