Review: Redshirts

RedshirtsRedshirts by John Scalzi
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

This is a DNF-quality novel that I read to the end in order to figure out why it won a Hugo. I’ll never know.

Why do I despise Redshirts? First of all, my initial impression was spot on. This is the calibur of fan fiction. Scalzi is not even TRYING to hide the fact that it’s Star Trek satire, which is tired and hackneyed. Scalzi takes it into an even more-unlikely realm by suggesting the characters are alive in another universe. GIVE ME A FREAKING BREAK, Scalzi. That’s a load of garbage and you know it. And you were bestowed a Hugo for this steaming pile of crap. (Kudos to SFWA for seeing it for what it is and not making the same political mistake).

Why do I hate it? Why? I don’t hate Scalzi, but I do not like his literary smirk. Everything he writes is to be read with a grain of salt. It’s ALL comedy. Even the badly-reviewed Old Man’s War: People, this is sarcasm directed against science fiction fans. THAT is why I hate it.

No, I take it back, I do hate John Scalzi’s work, entirely. Not just Redshirts. The more I think about it, the more I’m realizing Old Man’s War and everything else he’s done is a great big middle finger directed at all sci-fi fans everywhere. And now that–somehow?–it was taken seriously and given awards, he’s sitting back with a smug smile on his face, thinking, God, these people are stupid.

They might be, but I know sarcasm, pal. And it’s not funny. What’s your problem, anyway? Why do you hate sci-fi? I wonder about your childhood… I’m going to shelf this under SELF-HELP and FANTASY.

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