A couple of months ago I signed up for a “Wrongthink Sci-Fi Giveaway”, duly receiving eight free novels from writers who “have been punished by the progressive sci-fi “community” for not toeing the line on various political issues.” Aye, Robot is my third from the list (you can see my reviews for the other two here: Fight the Rooster by Nick Cole, and Brother, Frank by Michael Bunker – both highly recommended), and I can report without fear or favour that Robert dishes up as good a fare as his fellow wrongthinkers. What do you expect from a guy whose website is called Bad Novelist?
About twenty per cent into this novel, I Tweeted to Robert that I was enjoying his book so far. He replied, “It gets better.” By ‘better’, I think he meant wilder, crazier, more uproarious, and significantly more lawless. But it’s a simple tale… Oh, wait; wrong book. Look, I’ll be honest; the plot is as if the Marx Brothers and Douglas Adams were abducted by aliens, fed peyote, and told to keep dream journals. And when it comes to characters, well … Rex Nihilo may well be one of the finest comic creations to come out of sci-fi. I wanted to hate the little nerk, but in the end you just can’t. And Sasha, which stands for – oh, what the hell. Go and read it.
The greatest thing, though, as with Cole and Bunker, is that Kroese writes a story free of group think editors (the kind who sniff racism and sexism on every page). And because of that it’s funnier. It has more rip-roaring adventure than a dozen Turgid Tors. It’d give Trigglypuff a heart seizure, and make an antifa do pooh-pooh in his nappy. What’s not to love?
I’ll be back for more.