Peter Clines is good for light and accessible reads, generally fun and even sometimes funny. Even if 14 was exceptionally silly, (Tesla secretly keeping world eating monsters at bay with a byzantine machine), it made for a pretty entertaining ride. The Fold surprised me. It wasn't marketed it as a sequel to 14, so I bought it on a whim and was somewhat surprised that it was a sequel of sorts, and again followed the pattern of silly but entertaining, character driven. I was going to keep this as spoiler free, but the title tips its hand. (I'll mark clearly spoilers).
Dead Moon, however, is a mess. Unlike typical Clines books, where likable characters tend to banter off each other (often aplomb with pop culture references), there's hardly anything that builds the character or even sense of mystery. Clines sprints through the get-to-know-you-phase, seemingly bored with characters and world building. There's a moon base (no history how or why) and people living on the moon! Neat... I guess. The moon is inexplicably used as a graveyard as earth crowded, and cremation is polluting.... which is absurdist considering their rocketing people to the moon and the amount of pollution that'd generate let alone the economics. Don't worry about it, Peter doesn't care so why should you? Want explore what it's like to live on the moon? Read Artemis. Want more fleshed out characters? Probably should read Artemis as it has that as well.
We meet our main character, who's already in transit to the moon on a once-in-a-lifetime experience, to live on the moon for 2 years. It's not a bad place to start, but there's little-to-no thoughts on how she feels about this other than somewhat excited. There's not much to her other than the fact she's a little too voluptuous for her cover-alls, and seems to avoid revealing much about herself, putting herself in a self-purgatory. It's divulged rather quickly she's taking up the job of gravedigger and makes a friend or two. The absurdity ramps up as much later as it turns out that only 300ish people are full time moon-residents, making the idea of even a position as a caretaker a once-ln-a-lifetime experience, and extremely exotic but instead it's treated as mundane. We skip ahead weeks, and a meteor strikes. And with less than 1/8th of the book down, start going south for our moon characters.
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Spoiler alert
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The crisis if it wasn't already given away by the graveyard and the book's title is space zombies. It's totally idiotic. Repeatedly it's mentioned that the zombies stare with "frozen eyes, and corpses being rigid implying the zombies are frozen stiff but also... able to move. Which is it Clines? Oh right, you don't care. Characters who we barely knew start dying. The sense of impeding doom is squashed by near anonymity of the people who die.
Zombies also do not fit with the with the previous two novels. For a series that features , 7 legged green cockroaches, barren desert alternate universes ravaged by telepathic world eating Cthulhus, and science masking humanity from said creatures, it sounds goofy to complain about when put in this context, but the series was previous sci-fi...ish. Undead are magical. The limp tie in seems to be trying to get readers onboard with Clines borderline obsession with zombies.
The series devolves from an eerie sci-fi to a terrible b-movie script. Why? What happened? Want mystery? Our hero's dark secret? As soldier he accidentally killed three very young boys in Afghanistan. Our heroine? She failed at being a ballerina because... I kid you not, her body type was wrong due to her being too voluptuous, wide hips and large breasts and all. She mentions she was offered modeling or possibly acting gigs (cuz she's hot, duh!) but was so heartbroken her only choice was commit herself to self-exile as a grave digger on the Moon. That's how a woman scorned would think, instead of pivoting another career in the arts like acting, she'd prefer isolation. Thus of course starts lame sexual tension between the two characters right before our heroine has to swap helmets in the void the Moon's vacuum. Yep, right before both people could die, characters are now making sexual advances. Again, Clines suuuuure knows how to write a woman.
The tie-in with the other books is paper-thin, other than the small tentacle monster there's absolutely nothing to do with the other two entries in the series.
I like Clines as he's a favorite guilty pleasure of mine, I even read his incredi-dumb ex-Heros series, so clearly, my bar here isn't high. In the previous two books, he takes his time to craft likable characters, some goofy dialogue, rogue scientists and sense of foreboding mystery but when you remove all those and toss in zombies? You get Dead Moon.
It's not the worst book I've read (that isn't a compliment) but it's certainly one of the biggest letdowns I've experienced, making it a solid one-star. Hopefully this garbage doesn't kill the series and is never mentioned again. This book is trash.