SciFi for the MBA

Gods, Monsters, and the Lucky Peach - Kelly Robson

It used to be that libraries had a section they called “Fantasy and Science Fiction,” but most libraries and bookstores now separate the two. I don’t know the official difference (Wikipedia probably does), but in my world, fantasy is derived from “sword and sorcery” and Science Fiction involves speculation about how the scientific advances will change humanity’s future. Ignore Steampunk and VampRom for now – that’s what I do. Fantasy demands the willing suspension of disbelief; good SciFi is a prediction. We aren’t likely to develop into sorcerers and magicians any time soon, but progress marches on: that’s why we have more computing power on our wrists these days than could be developed in a middle-sized room in the era of punch cards. That may be why the best science fiction authors are scientists themselves… not people with English and “multimedia” degrees like Kelly Robson.

The Cult of Pain

Halcyon - Rio Youers

You’re such a pain… playing through the pain… what a pain in the neck… no pain, no gain… Pain, it seems, is an integral part of everyone’s existence. For Valerie Kemp (aka Mother Moon), pain is her pathway, a bridge of sorts to the… place? dimension? existence? she calls Glam Moon. Kemp’s mantra is, “The end of pleasure is pain.” Halcyon, the tiny colony Kemp has founded on a remote Lake Ontario island, is supposed to become one end of her “bridge.” The only qualification for joining the population of Halcyon is that a candidate must have suffered immeasurable pain in his or her life.

Martin Lovegrove knows about pain. His daughters Edith and Shirley know about it, too: the fourth Lovegrove, wife and mother Lauren, died in a hail of bullets; yet another victim of a school shooting. Sixteen-year-old Shirley has descended into teenage angst complete with dyed-black hair, slamming doors, and curfew-busting nights. As for Edith, she’s retreated into her world… You see, Edith has a “condition.”  Some might call it a gift, but would you really want a gift that – for lack of a better analogy – lets her sense “disturbances in the force”? a condition that allowed her to watch her mother die from miles away, before it even happened? No, that’s no gift: it’s a condition.

When Martin and the girls arrive on Halcyon, Mother Moon senses that her long and arduous quest for the final piece of the puzzle, her bridge to Glam Moon, lies within her grasp. All she needs is another great burst of psychic pain; a burst like the ones she has already caused…and Edith and Shirley are the key pieces of her puzzle.

Martin Lovegrove has come to Halcyon ignorant of the dark evil that wreathes the island, unaware of the secrets Valerie Kemp keeps concealed from her followers. On the other hand, Valerie Kemp has not counted on the strength of love.

It’s been a while since I read a book that held my interest like Rio Youers’ Halcyon has. It’s the British/Canadian author’s fifth standalone novel, following 2017’s The Forgotten Girl – a novel I immediately sought out and placed in the to-be-read stack. Yeah: this was that good…

There’s no other way to say it: Youers’ premise in Halcyon is fascinating. Oh, the characters aren’t all that unusual – we’ve seen a lot of these people before. Edith might as well be Charlie from Stephen King’s Firestarter. Mother Moon is any silver-tongued cult leader from Jim Jones to Marshall Applewhite¹. The Lovegrove marriage is the stuff of golden-age sitcoms (before every sitcom featured a fat husband with a foxy wife). Heck, even the horrors of mass murder are no longer unfamiliar to American readers.


It’s not the pieces-parts that make this novel, though, it’s the way that Youers assembled those parts. It’s the dark secret of the colony called Halcyon and the back-story of its charismatic leader he plays out over many chapters that will bring chills to your spine. When you've finished, you will understand, and you will believe: the end of pleasure is pain...

Highly recommended.

¹ Jonestown (1978) to Heaven’s Gate (1997) 
Confidential to RY: it’s highly unlikely that there’s granite on an island in Lake Ontario west of Oswego. Maybe limestone?

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Strange Title, Big Book, Long Reach

Noumenon - Marina J. Lostetter

You’d think I’d know by now, wouldn’t you. Yep, the more superlatives heaped on a debut novel, the less I’m going to like it. Who knows: it might have something to do with the way literature has changed since my debut novel (the first one I read, anyway). Whatever. The reviews for Marina J. Lostetter and her (alleged) first novel, Noumenon, were glowing. They compared it to Arthur C. Clarke’s Rendezvous with Rama (a comparison obviously made by someone who hadn’t read that novel) and Neal Stephenson’s Seveneves. They also compared it to Hugh Howey’s Wool, but I haven’t read it – my one exposure to Howey was unsatisfactory. But we’re not here to talk about Howey (or Stephenson), we’re here to talk about Noumenon…

Anderson Harp's "Retribution": The Spy Novel Comes in from the Cold

Retribution - Anderson Harp

When the Cold War sputtered and came to a halt, espionage thriller writers found themselves scrambling for new plotlines. A few ignored the change and some began writing historical fiction, but many moved the spying from politics to corporate espionage. The problem was simple: a Russian and an American (or Brit) pretty much look the same; but modern conflicts pit westerners against Asian enemies and natives of the Middle East. It’s tough to write a part for Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise as an Arab or Korean without invoking plastic surgery.

But then along came Bosnians and Chechens – Moslems who look less like Osama bin Laden and more like Zorba the Greek; some even with pale(-ish) complexions and light hair. A new breed of spies was born – and Anderson Harp’s man William Parker is at the vanguard.

Kill Game: definitive proof that quantity is not the same thing as quality

Kill Game: A Cold Poker Gang Mystery - Dean Wesley Smith

The blurbs for Dean Wesley Smith’s Kill Game: A Cold Poker Gang Mystery include one that describes it as an “exhilarating political poker thriller.” If you know who Harriett Klausner was you’re probably laughing at her grandiose description of yet another book she'd never read (she wrote dozens of book reviews a day). If you’ve read this particular book, well, you realize that not one word of her four is actually true.

Meet the Cold Poker Gang. Or perhaps not: supposedly a group of ex-Vegas cops who solve homicide cases while playing a weekly poker game, in reality only three appear in Kill Game (aren’t poker games usually among six or more players?). Two have strong connections to the cold case they’ve chosen to work on this time, however. Former Reno cop Julia Rogers is the widow of the man killed in Sin City twenty-two years ago; Stan Rocha was now-retired cop Bayard Lott’s first-ever homicide case. His murder remains unsolved all these years later.