Superego: Fathom is Frank J. Fleming’s second book in his Superego SF hitman series; I finally got around to starting it this afternoon. It’s good: Frank’s main character has a highly entertaining mindset, as long as it’s not aimed at you. Well worth picking up for the Kindle.
I hadn’t realized that Frank J Fleming had written another book (Sidequest: In Realms Ungoogled). Fantasy: I’m about a third through, and it’s pretty good. And I need to get on the ball here, huh? I ain’t getting any younger.
Seriously, check it out.
Sure, sure, Superego (science fiction, hit man, interstellar politics) was written by Frank J Fleming of IMAO fame; and sure, he also wrote Punch Your Inner Hippie: Cut Your Hair, Get a Job, and Make America Awesome Again, which I interviewed Frank on and everything. But I liked Superego on its own merits. It’s a bit of a challenge to try to make a sociopath a sympathetic, let alone heroic, character without appealing to the reader’s dark side; and I think Frank pulled it off. Plus, it was funny and had a decent, fast-moving plot. I’d read more in the series, if Frank was planning to write them. Check it out.
Frank J is in rare form here:
…back in 2008, Barack Obama was elected president with a Democrat-controlled House and a filibuster-proof majority in the Senate. Many of us correctly knew this was like having a toddler armed with power tools. Others, though, didn’t see the danger and cooed, “Oh, look at that little guy. He’s so industrious! He’s going to get a lot done,” while the rest of us were freaking out, worried about him getting near anything valuable. And before we could yell, “No, little Barry, no!” he went right after health care with his drill, and it’s basically all ruined now.
So in 2010 we voted to take away his power tools by turning the House over to the Republicans. Obama was still a destructive little tyke who just refused to listen, but at least now it was a bit harder for him to burn the whole house down or something. In 2012, we — well, I don’t know how to stretch the analogy — had the option to exchange little Barry at the kid-trade-in emporium and get a better kid who might not be as dumb and destructive. I guess we had grown fond of the little dummy, though, and thought maybe he was finally learning. We were just being sentimental, of course. We really should have done the smart thing and sold the kid to gypsies.
…by the great Frank J. Fleming of IMAO. Obama: The Greatest President in the History of Everything is a nice little book, and a steal at a buck ninety-nine. Check it out. Buy it. You know you want to.