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One of the standouts of the post-millennial space opera boom, Scott Westerfeld’s THE RISEN EMPIRE is a lot more fun than the jacket text would have you believe. Equal parts action and intrigue, a starship commander and a politician do battle with both a fanatical cult of computer-worshipping commandoes and the protagonists’ own government, which is ruled by an immortal emperor. The cover by Stephan Martiniere is outstanding, but it conjures up images of books that are far more dull than this one. If it grabs you at the beginning, pick up the second half of the series, THE KILLING OF WORLDS, right away, because you’ll want it on hand as soon as the first novel is over. —Ryun Patterson
Without the benefit of color, it’s hard to tell the characters of SHOWCASE PRESENTS LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES: VOLUME 2 apart. Actually, with color, it’s still tough to do that, because they’re all so cardboard and interchangable, with the exception of Superboy, of course. In this 500-plus-page collection, the teen heroes of the 30th century continue to rely on the same story templates: auditioning more team members, testing others with impossible missions, figuring out the traitor among them. Other tales show more ingenuity: Lightning Lad loses an arm to an alien whale named Super-Moby Dick, or the blob Proty II being initiated into the Legion of Super-Pets by the likes of Streaky the Cat and Super-Monkey. And there’s a villain named Starfinger. Really? Starfinger? Yes! It all adds up to super-silly 1960s comics goodness.
Matthew Randazzo V’s RING OF HELL: THE STORY OF CHRIS BENOIT AND THE FALL OF THE PRO WRESTLING INDUSTRY isn’t so much about the troubled, meth-using Benoit — who killed his wife and kid before hanging himself in June 2007 — as it is about the industry in general. Randazzo clearly has axes to grind, but you may be helping hold the handles as he dishes details on WWE boss Vince McMahon, provided they’re true. According to the author, McMahon reaps millions while refusing to pay for his talent’s insurance or travel, despite keeping them on the road 300 days a year. Although full of questionable passages — calling Hulk Hogan’s latest movie a “shit sandwich” isn’t exactly a line that aims for credibility — RING is a sex-and-drugs-fueled exposé and a scandal-sheet treatment of a true tragedy. Perhaps Randazzo’s biggest bombshell is suggesting there’s no evidence Benoit’s child was retarded, but McMahon made it up to deflect attention from his corporation’s indirect involvement.
DEFENDERS: INDEFENSIBLE collects the first five issue of Marvel’s recent reboot of the super-team title — a loosey-goosey, dysfunctional group that included Doctor Strange, Hulk, The Sub-Mariner and The Silver Surfer. They’re all here, with wonderful semi-parody artwork from Kevin Maguire, yet a script by Kevin Giffen and J.M. DeMatteis that recklessly shoves 250 pages’ worth of words into 120, flat-out ruining an otherwise welcome reunion. At least they get one thing right: having their heroes bicker and needle each other. A de-Hulked Bruce Banner gets off the best line, directed toward Prince Namor: “Y’know, I’ve been meaning to ask you — did you ever actually find Nemo … or are you still looking? … Wings on the feet are a trifle fey, don’t you think?” But that’s early on, and then all the lines fall prey to overexplanation and utter boredom. —Rod Lott
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