A review by tsteele93
Infinite2 by Jeremy Robinson

4.0

Greatness mixed with inanity

There are moments that are brilliant. Simply brilliant. Around page 218 if I recall correctly, and Benford’s is worth the entire tedious book. It’s raw genius. Unfortunately it is surrounded with impossible to believe stories, and even worse, non-stop, constant, mind numbing suspense that loses its effect after far too much of it, and far too many rules of any reality being broken.

This is so on need of editing. It could be some of the best sci-fi ever written if it were only reined in so that the suspense could be real and the story could be believable.

Even on a human level, having a pair of women and one guy, creating a “third wheel” takes much of the fun out of the love story as well. Again, this could be brilliant.

I acknowledge that I don’t have even a small portion of the raw creativity that Mr. Robinson shows in his books. But he direly needs someone to remove the excesses and make the stories more important or impactful by limiting the suspense and danger to a level where the reader really worries about whether the protagonists will prevail or not.

When they survive their hundredth death and escape their thousandth tight spot, the reader becomes so jaded, so distrusting, that it becomes impossible to trust that the characters are actually in peril.

Finally, it is impossible to accept that dying horrible, painful, excruciating deaths over and over could ever become something that could be casually experienced and quickly recovered from again and again. It just doesn’t pass any believability test and slowly but surely saps the reader’s interest or trust in the author.

THAT SAID, it is still a very good book with elements of raw genius and worth reading. Just be sure to read INFINITE1 first, it is even better and almost a required prerequisite for INFINITE2.

I highly recommend this if you can bear the over abundance of suspense, gore and universe rule breaking that you have to wade through to get there. I sped read through much of the excess as though I was gnawing through fat and gristle on the outside of an exceptional steak because the meat itself was so exquisite.