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I was willing to tip my rating of this book over to three stars for all the casual representation of queer people and women, but a main character ending up not-dead-after-all for what I think was the third time made me roll my eyes a little too hard. You can kill characters to raise tension if you've got a whole group of rag-tag heroes, you know. There's a little known indie movie called Star Wars that does this!
Star Wars: Aftermath is a well-paced adventure novel that hardly ever slows down. Let it be said to Wendig's credit that I got a good feel for the characters from their actions over the course of the story. Good job! The happy battle droid Mr. Bones is a funny guy. Cool set pieces, pew pew action, basically what one would want from a Star Wars experience. The author's choice to tell this tale in the present tense certainly adds an element of immediacy that (in my mind) had long since left stale-ass Star Wars.
Anyway, the fast pace and somewhat interesting occasional look into random scenes of galactic citizens dealing with the Emperor's death are offset by two things:
1.) The occasional dip into blog/social media style writing. I don't know if ever wanted a former Imperial torturer's internal monologue to include "(Because gross.)" Yes, parentheses included. There are many parenthetical asides in this book. By the way, it's the idea of a talking skeleton that is gross. Wouldn't that be weird or scary? Apparently it's gross.
2.) A few interludes in, I realized that not only was I getting cool little vignettes illustrating life in a post-Endor SW universe, I was also being sold cool new characters whose books will soon be available near me.
Screw you, buddy!
The book ends on a sequel-baiting teaser that reveals the true mastermind behind the Imperials' plan was a "You mean... he's not dead?!" character referred to only as Admiral. I'll eat my hat if they're not planning on re-doing Thrawn for the new canon here.
For Dexter Jettster aficionados, the reference to Dex's Diner occurs at location 3970 of the Kindle version of the book. You're welcome. Perhaps fittingly, it comes at 69% of the book. Hot under the collar as well, eh? Hmmm... my... pahket book...
Star Wars: Aftermath is a well-paced adventure novel that hardly ever slows down. Let it be said to Wendig's credit that I got a good feel for the characters from their actions over the course of the story. Good job! The happy battle droid Mr. Bones is a funny guy. Cool set pieces, pew pew action, basically what one would want from a Star Wars experience. The author's choice to tell this tale in the present tense certainly adds an element of immediacy that (in my mind) had long since left stale-ass Star Wars.
Anyway, the fast pace and somewhat interesting occasional look into random scenes of galactic citizens dealing with the Emperor's death are offset by two things:
1.) The occasional dip into blog/social media style writing. I don't know if ever wanted a former Imperial torturer's internal monologue to include "(Because gross.)" Yes, parentheses included. There are many parenthetical asides in this book. By the way, it's the idea of a talking skeleton that is gross. Wouldn't that be weird or scary? Apparently it's gross.
2.) A few interludes in, I realized that not only was I getting cool little vignettes illustrating life in a post-Endor SW universe, I was also being sold cool new characters whose books will soon be available near me.
Screw you, buddy!
The book ends on a sequel-baiting teaser that reveals the true mastermind behind the Imperials' plan was a "You mean... he's not dead?!" character referred to only as Admiral. I'll eat my hat if they're not planning on re-doing Thrawn for the new canon here.
For Dexter Jettster aficionados, the reference to Dex's Diner occurs at location 3970 of the Kindle version of the book. You're welcome. Perhaps fittingly, it comes at 69% of the book. Hot under the collar as well, eh? Hmmm... my... pahket book...