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From the monthly archives:
November 2007
Things finally are coming to a head for sexy one-woman army Cassandra Kresnov: a de facto occupying fleet is surrounding her newly adopted homeworld of Callay, there’s a superhuman killer loose that seems strangely familiar, and her boyfriend’s just told her that there’s a self-destruct mechanism inside her skull.
KILLSWITCH – the third book in Joel Shepherd’s series that started in Australia in 2001 and was brought to North America last year by Pyr with CROSSOVER and BREAKAWAY – is another remarkable effort that remains true to its predecessors and shows Shepherd’s evolution as a writer.
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Before Doc Savage and The Shadow ruled the pulp racks, there was a hero who really broke the mold of what to expect from those days: Norvell Page’s The Spider. He’s back – albeit as a reprint – in the collection THE SPIDER: ROBOT TITANS OF GOTHAM, and it’s pretty jaw-dropping to see how much violence was used in these stories. We’re not just talking basic fights, but full-on gun battles with people being set on fire or attacked by vampire bats.
Baen – known pretty much as a sci-fi publisher – acquired the rights to republish The Spider’s adventures in glorious trade paperbacks, as opposed to some overpriced reprints. What really made the purchase of this book was, of course, the cover artwork by none other than Steranko.
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As Robert Liparulo’s third try at a thriller, DEADFALL is better than his previous efforts, but still not enough to justify the hype. As with last year’s GERM, it has a simple setup that’s ripe for high-concept treatment, but executed too much.
Four guy’s guys are taking a vacation from life’s problems in the form of a hunting trip in the vast expanse of the Canadian wild. But what they don’t count on is becoming the hunted themselves. Yes, Virginia, it’s a little like DELIVERANCE, but with redneck phalli replaced by a high-tech disintegrator ray.
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Certainly, there are other examples of private investigators set in the medieval fantasy world of sword and sorcery, but Alex Bledsoe’s THE SWORD-EDGED BLONDE has a marvelous quirkiness to it – a naturalness about it that feels right even though the story and the character go a wee bit beyond convention.
That kind of tale is the hallmark of San Francisco publisher Night Shade Books, always doing something just a half-tick off the ordinary. Sometimes it works, sometimes it feels strained. But it works remarkably well in Bledsoe’s case.
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