I was thinking about writing a full and proper review of the Star Trek: New Frontier novels by Peter David. It was not necessarily going to be a review full of sunshine and happy thoughts (the prose and plotting are both sloppy; the characters are frequently off-model; the exposition is clumsy and redundant; the continuity is inconsistent and contradictory), but I was certainly enjoying them as pulp fiction.
But having just finished the fifth book (Martyr) I’m afraid I’ve hit the straw that broke my back:
Robin Lefler’s mother was kidnapped by an alien race called the Momidiums? Her MOM was kidnapped by the MOM-idiums?
No. Sorry. After a book filled with clumsy puns, you have officially crossed the line from “eye-rolling” to “Cheap Xanth Knock-Off”. And I want no part of it.
I think you should go ahead, I’ve always enjoyed the book reviews, and I ended up reading the first 4 books of the New Frontier back when I was young. They never quite caught on with me, but I always enjoy reading your literary analysis, merciless thought it often is.