Book Review:
Romulus (Marilyn Campbell)
The Innerworld Affairs Series, Book 1
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| A cautionary tale. |
As promised, I did start the May 2017 book of the month but I never
finished it. I just couldn’t get into the thing. The writing wasn’t bad, there
was action and flow wasn’t as interrupted with constant fucking as I original
thought it would be. Of course the fucking was indeed constant but it remained
relatively contextual. The main problem was that the book tried to make me feel
stuff, stuff that wasn’t relevant to the storyline. It was almost as if to
relate to the heroine I needed to have had a troubled upbringing to even
understand half the thoughts passing through her head.
I did discuss this book with my wife as well, although our conversation
entailed me asking her to read a page and when she was finished I asked if she
was up for what they described. She was game, obviously, but we found that
their description was sadly lacking in detail or the characters were
contortionists of some kind. So in a rather accurate way, reading this book
directly caused me to hurt my back.
Additionally, the writer used the word ‘impale’ as a sex-verb during a
vigorous session. I’m not up on the romantic fiction meta-game but I sort of
remember a television interview with Fabio around 20 years ago (my memory works
weird). He said that word wasn’t viewed favourably by the female
demographic. If this reference was true then the book may have been aimed at a rather
specific male demographic. A male demographic who was into science fiction and
who want their scenes sprinkled with mental trauma, angst and lots and lots of
wordy sentences about ever changing emotional states. Call me old
fashioned but I prefer my space opera simple: someone pointing a laser gun at
someone and then quipping, “Enjoy the light show”, before firing.
And if there needs to be fucking then by all means get busy, but I’m
not sure anyone needs to be impaled.
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