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Monday, July 17, 2023

Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming - Roger Zelazny and Robert Sheckley

   1991; 310 pages.  Book 1 (out of 3) in the “Millennial Contest” series.  New Authors? : Yes, and no.  Genres : Humorous Fantasy; Fairy Tales.   Overall Rating: 5*/10.

 

    It’s 1000 CE and you know what that means.  Well, actually you probably don’t, unless you’re a demon or an angel.

 

    Those creatures, for better and for worse, know it’s time for the Millennial Contest, a competition that takes place only every thousand years, and which will determine whether Good or Evil will control the universe for the next millennium.

 

    Azzie Elbub is a charismatic but malevolent demon who is determined to win the event for the Dark Side. His scheme is to reenact the age-old Sleeping Beauty tale but with a startling new twist: when Prince Charming finally makes it to where Sleeping Beauty reposes, his quest will end in disaster.

 

    Good luck, Azzie.  Somehow, I think this will turn out to be “too much of a bad thing.”

 

What’s To Like...

    Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming is a lighthearted 1991 novel featuring the collaborative efforts of two respected sci-fi/fantasy authors, Roger Zelazny and Robert Sheckley.  The other two books in the trilogy are If at Faust You Don’t Succeed and A Farce to be Reckoned With.  ANAICT, none of these are available in e-book format.

 

    The storyline is an amusing depiction of the differences, and similarities, between the nature of good and evil.  There are also several fairy tales – Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Aladdin – worked into the tale..  Azzie is a fun-to-watch protagonist; he may be an evil demon but he’s carrying out a noble mission, albeit for the dark side, and is repeatedly beset by the underworld's bureaucracy and his own ineptness.

 

    There are drawings, usually of one of the characters, at the start of each of the 10 parts.  Each part has between 5 and 13 chapters, with an average length of just about 5 pages per chapter.  There are critters galore to meet and dread, including talking ponies (as well as talking swords and talking spells), dragons, Harpies, Valkyries, dwarves. and the Morrigan.  Most of the settings are in Western Europe in 1000 CE, with an excursion or two into the Underworld.

 

    The book is a vocabulary-lover's delight.  There are a bunch of highfalutin ones such as: palaverations, fuscating, quiddities, ensorcelled, congeries, aftertides, scansions, ensor, and those were just the ones that dazzled me after I started keeping writing them down.  A couple more are listed below.

 

    The trivia details were also neat.  Mad King Ludwig, Peer Gynt, and Turkestan get mentioned, as well as the ancient Irish legends Finn McCool and Cuchulain.  Cuisine-wise, nachos and pho make an appearance, but so does fermented dragon poop.  And I’m definitely going to get me a pair of Seven League Boots, although they do have their drawbacks.

 

    You can pretty much figure out which side will emerge victorious in this contest, but the fun is watching Azzie getting vexed the all snags in his that crop up in his scheming.  More about the ending in a bit.  There’s a cute Epilogue at the very end.

 

Ratings…
    Amazon: 4.5*/5, based on 36 ratings and 15 reviews.

    Goodreads: 3.74*/5, based on 3,638 ratings and 136 reviews.

 

Kewlest New Word…

Bosky (adj.) : wooded; covered by trees or bushes.

Others: Seneschal (n.); Caitiff (n.).

 

 

Excerpts...

    “I love you; the bad enchantment has ended at last, and we can be together again, just as you have always wanted and I secretly have wanted, too, though I said otherwise.”

    “What enchantment?” Ylith said.

    “Did I mention an enchantment?”

    “You said, ‘Now the bad enchantment has ended.’”

    “I said that?  You’re sure?”

    “Of course I’m sure!”

    “Well, I shouldn’t have,” Azzie said.  (pg. 109)

 

    “Where is your sword?”

    “I need to get it.”

    “You’re supposed to have a sword on your person at all times.”

    “Give me a break, it’s my wedding day.”

    “Well, go get your sword, but be quick about it.”

    “Frike, you were practically a father to me.  How can you do this?”

    “Well, I’m playing a pretty traditional role,” Frike said.  “The crippled servant who is slightly sympathetic but still has a fatal bias toward evil.  Nothing personal, but we must fight it out with swords.”

    “Well, rats,” Charming said.  “Wait right here.  I’ll be back with my sword.”  (pg. 277)

 

“Cowardice is nothing to be ashamed of, Prince Charming. (…) It is like measles—most people get it at least once in their lives.”  (pg. 279)

    As expected in any fairy-tale/fantasy story, there’s very little cussing.  I noted just 4 instances in the first third of the book, and those were relatively mild ones.

 

    The writing style is adequate, the early hiccups to Azzie’s plans are humorous, but the main storyline drags and after a while I just wanted to get on with the Millennial Contest.  There is a decent amount of wit – that’s a trademark of both authors – but it seemed aimed at a junior-high reader, adult readers may find it simplistic.

 

    The big problem is the ending.  When we finally get to the climax of both Good and Evil’s projects, they both fizzle out.  Babriel’s is barely mentioned and a complete flop, and Azzie’s “Napping Beauty” scenario plays out in the worst possible way for Evil.  Both are without an iota of tension or excitement.  I was expecting more action and adventure in a book titled Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming.  Maybe each author expected the other one to come up with a boffo ending.

 

    5 Stars.

Friday, February 18, 2022

Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Bottled Brains - Harry Harrison & Robert Sheckley

   1990; 248 pages.  Book 3 (but Volume 2) (out of 7) in the “Bill the Galactic Hero” series.  New Authors? : No, and Yes.  Genres : Science Fiction; Humor and Satire.   Overall Rating: 3*/10.

 

    Central Headquarters needs a volunteer and Space Trooper Bill is the perfect fit.

 

    Maybe it’s that pair of Deathwish Drang fangs he sports.  They’d scare a Chinger right out of its lizard pelt.  Of course, since Chingers are only seven inches tall, that's not saying much.

 

    Maybe it’s that alligator foot that the military surgeons at Camp Diplatory have just attached to Bill’s leg.  Alligator feet are quite powerful.  But since Bill only has *one* of them transplanted so far on him, all it does is make him walk lopsided.

 

    Maybe it’s because Bill’s a part of the famous “Fighting 69th Deep Space Screaming Killers” unit.  But heck, there’s fifty thousand such troopers stationed here at Camp Diplatory.  So what makes Bill so special?

 

    Actually, it’s because Bill’s been classified as expendable, and that’s exactly the kind of soldier needed for this next mission.  It’s a trip to “Tsuris”, a mystery planet where objects passing nearby – even starships – get plucked from space, disappearing into thin ether, only to reappear again millions of miles away.  Someone needs to go there and reconnoiter, even if they also get zapped to who-knows-where and are never heard from again.

 

    Someone expendable.

 

What’s To Like...

    Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Bottled Brains is the third book in Harry Harrison’s 7-volume humorous sci-fi series, and the first to feature a co-author, which then became the norm for subsequent entries, although the co-authors change from one book to the next.

 

    The book is first and foremost a spoofery of other Sci-Fi series, most notably Star Trek (with Captain Dirk and Mr. Splock) and Star Wars (with Ham Duo and Chewgumma).  Bill gets introduced to time-travel, thanks to a gizmo called a "Temporal/Spatial Displacer", and a bit later experiences getting sucked into a computer as well.

 

    The writing is a vocabularian's delight, featuring some kewl words I’m familiar with (such as “simulacrum” and “tintinnabulation”) plus some that were new to me, a couple of which are listed below.  The multifunctional expression “bowb” (it can be used as a noun, verb, interjection, and/or adjective) is back; I think it should be added to everyone’s vocabulary.  I enjoyed the nod to Robert Heinlein by having Dirk “grok” things, and of course the journey back through time to Carthage and the encounter with Hannibal resonated deeply with me. 

 

    There's some subtle wordplay, such as a capital city named “Graypnutz” and some hilarious mistranslations as Bill’s computerized translating device struggles with the idioms of the Tsurisian language.  I chuckled at some of the religious references, including the “Church of Very Little Charities” and the “Zoroastrian Winter Solstice Defloration Festival”.  Nowadays we call that latter one "Christmas".

 

    There are multiple plotlines to keep the action and excitement flowing: will Bill get a brain transplant?, will he fail the intelligence test?, can he successfully steal a temporal/spatial displacer for his superiors?, can he avoid being court-martialed and executed?  I guess the answer to that last one is self-evident, since there are four more books in this series.

 

Kewlest New Word ...

Zaftig (adj.) : having a full, rounded figure; plump,  (a Yankeeism)

Others: Crampon (n.); Concomitant (as a noun, not an adjective).

 

Ratings…
    Amazon: 4.2*/5, based on 11 ratings and 5 reviews.

    Goodreads: 3.42*/5, based on 811 ratings and 18 reviews

 

Excerpts...

    “Yipe!” Bill yiped.  “What the bowb are you doing with my ear?”

    “I’m fastening a translating device to your ear, so if you find any Tsurisians on Tsuris you can talk to them.”

    “Tsuris!  The place nobody ever comes back from?”

    “You catch on fast.  That’s the whole point of the operation.  Your non-return will give us the excuse to invade.”

    “I don’t think I like this.”  (pg. 16)

 

    “They’re giving me the Usladish look; you know what I mean?”

    “No, I don’t,” Bill said, desperation in his voice, a trapped feeling coursing through every fiber of his being.

    “I keep forgetting you weren’t born here,” Illyria said.  “An Usladish look is what we call a look that means, I know you’re up to something sneaky and rotten but I’m not going to tell anybody about it yet because I’m sort of sneaky and rotten myself.”

    “They don’t have that feeling where I come from,” Bill said.

    “No?  How curious.”  (pg. 22)

 

“When they handed out the brains you were in the corner picking your toes.”  (pg. 181)

    Sadly, there are a bunch of weaknesses in Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Bottled Brains.  Overall, the writing is bad, and the storytelling is even worse.  I felt like I was reading a high school student’s effort.  The various plotlines meander all over the place in the tale, and there is no overarching storyline to tie everything together.

 

    The first part of the book has some funny moments, but things soon devolve into just plain silliness.  I felt like the authors were trying to spoof Starship Troopers and its “so bad it’s good” reputation, but ended up instead with a “so bad it’s terrible” result.  I’m also at a loss to say who the target audience is; the book’s too silly to appeal to most adults, but it’s also got too much cussing and sexual references (tumescence, phallus, copulation, detumescing) to be appropriate for a YA audience.

 

    Summing up, there’s just too much wrong with this book, and the series as a whole, to recommend it.  The low Goodreads rating and the scarcity of reviews/ratings at both Amazon and Goodreads (B,tGHotPoBB has been around for 32 years now, and both Sheckley and Harrison are well-known sci-fi writers) should’ve clued me in that this was something to avoid.  I doubt I'll go any further in this series.

 

    3 Stars.  The book’s cover lists Harry Harrison and Robert Sheckley as co-authors, (with Sheckley’s name getting the smaller font size), while the Wikipedia article (the link is here) says Harrison was merely the editor.  Also, Harry Harrison’s comments in Wikipedia sound like he really didn’t want much to do with this series, likening it to “sharecropping”.

 

    Personally, the 72 chapters of Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of the Bottled Brains seemed like a friendly contest between the two writers.  I got the impression that one would write a chapter, but end it with a ill-fitting and superfluous sentence, and it would then be the other writer’s challenge to somehow make it fit.  For instance, Chapter 60 ends with this sentence: “Surprisingly, the answer was to be provided by a single long-stemmed blue rose.”  Oy.  Good luck making that segue smoothly into the next chapter.