When I started this blog I thought I was invincible. Certainly there is no power greater than to anonymously critique others' works through the internet without fear of rebuttal. Is this not what makes our message boards such a potent weapon in the war on artistic expression?
Well I have seen the error of my ways. I have seen that I am not untouchable. For I have seen the face of Jack Slade. An author so terrible that after 6 months of attempted reading I could only make it through about 50 pages of his book. I suspect that Jack Slade is not a real person at all. Perhaps Jack Slade is the name of a secret organization dedicated to the creation of literature so artfully awful that it could potentially be fatal. Perhaps Jack Slade is a complex western novel writing computer program, and someone accidentally left the "unreadable" option box checked. Whatever the truth may be, I give humanity this one word of advice: If alien beings ever make contact with us as a race, please, please, make sure to hide and or destroy all copies of Gatling Three: Border War, before the aliens find it, and know the darkness that lies in mankind's mad ability to create such horrific literature.
Behold the face of true madness:
3 comments:
I enjoyed this review substantially more than you enjoyed the book.
I just started reading this series. They are the first westerns I've ever read.
If you are going to read a western, I highly recommend starting with something like Louis L'amore or Zane Grey. I think you can tell from my review how I feel about Gatling.
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