
Just finished Red Shirts by Jon Scalzi, a Star Trek satire about the disposability of side characters in sci-fi. Not a bad book, by any regards, but had a very simplistic writing style that got tedious at times. The best part of the book was when the narrative finished 75% of the way through the novel, then it spent three chapters exploring three of the minor characters from the narrative and the repercussions the plot had on them. This made the book worth reading, but I still felt a little unsatisfied at the end.
I’m now reading Alien Clay by Adrian Tchaikovsky. I’m only two chapters in, but so far, this looks much more up my street. Earth has become a fascist technocracy that sends its political prisoners to far off planets to endure forced labour. The descriptions of acceptable losses in the first chapter made the tense descent of the main character to his new prison planet all the more so. Interested to see where this one goes.
Starmer is such a weak centrist cuck.