FLAMES... Smoke, pungent and stinging, in his eyes and nostrils, made him cough and retch. Blade, his head a mass of pain, opened his eyes and saw fire devouring wooden beams high above him. He lay on hot stone, the floor of a vast temple. Naked, unarmed—stunned by his trip through time, Blade had never before been so physically weakened, so nearly paralyzed by the electronic restructuring of his brain cells, Me was in Dimension X again, in imminent danger of being burned alive or crushed. It was to be another hellish ride into and through a new dimension on the very edge of the incredible. ... This Is the seventh volume In the Richard Blade series, a new; and original book, never before published. It is the latest in the continuing saga of a modern man's exploits in the hitherto uncharted realm of worlds beyond our knowledge. Richard Blade is everyman and. at the same time, a mighty and intrepid warrior. In the best tradition of America's most popular fictional heroes—giants such as Tarzan, Doc Savage and Conan—Richard Blade is once again In print and battling man, beast and forces unnamed.
"her heaving breasts up against his massive chest..." uh, you get the picture. Pulp Fiction from the '70s, if I was a fifteen year old, I'd probably really like it. Fast read, a plot that facilitates fighting and sex, a British agent sent to Dimension X by a computer to claim valuable things for England? Why would you send someone to another dimension to find something valuable in a time consistent with ancient Greece or Rome? Why not send to an advanced world and gain technology secrets? But logic does not apply here. There are 37 of these books in the series so they must have been popular.
I'm always faced with a dilemma when I have to assign a star rating to these Blade books. 4 and 5 star reviews are likely never going to happen. But 3 stars "I liked it" seems disingenuous. Does one like or dislike any Blade book? I feel I can't be alone in reading these things only to witness the horrifying spectacle of misogynist mayhem practiced so utterly sincerely in these pages, in between the genre-staples. It's like bad background tv or something. Very enjoyable, for that, but do I "like" it? Yet 2-star "It was okay" or 1-star"dislike" seem equally inadequate to desribe my relationship with these things. Richard Blade's horrible adventures in Dimension X exist outside the 5-star rating system.
Hopefully this isn't the start of a downward trend.
Lyle Kenyon Engel appears to be the author of this one. He seems to have gotten the gist of the story and decided to go his own way. Subtle things seem different about Richard Blade. Personally I did not care for his style or execution. From the end of one chapter Richard Blade is ready to take charge, to the beginning of the next chapter Blade has amnesia from a head wound and knows about as much as we do at this point. Big gap in story, not sure why.
Didn't enjoy it. Don't recommend it. Barely adds anything to the main story.
What can I say? The Richard Blade books are truly terrible and yet utterly addictive in true pulp fiction style.
So lets see, Blade, discontent and since Zoe ditched him, under-sexed (if that can be believed!!! this is Blade after all) has a passionate underwater!! sex with an incognito super-star actress Lady Diana at the seaside before being summoned to the secret base by L & J. Along the way he gets a tabloid and learns who Diana really is and that she's run off from her much older husband... again.
He gets transported to Dimension X for the 7th time and yes... it's YET ANOTHER world of barbaric splendour - he's dropped right into the middle of a war between three nation states: Thyrne, Samosta and the island of Patmos. Without boring you with the details he hooks up with a mercenary solder called Nob! who becomes his loyal companion, makes an enemy of Ptol one of the head priests and has torrid sex on an altar at one point with Juna the living embodiment of a goddess. Thyrne in true Trojan style falls and Blade & co escape to the island of Patmos. Here he's imprisoned for a bit, finds favour with (and has sex with) Juna's immortal grandmother Izmia - whom he has to kill so she can reincarnate in Juna.
The ritual includes Juna being penetrated with a magic sword coated in a concoction including dust of a crushed magic pearl and Blade's semen - subtle this book is not. At one point this sword is described as the hilt coming up to Blade's chin - with the blade on the floor - now we know Blade is a giant well over 6 feet so this sword is huge and apparently Juna takes it to the hilt inside her - WTF? The mind boggles.
Another WTF? moment happens between chapters 7-8. So at the end of chapter 7 Blade's all invincible ready to fight Hectoris' forces and seize power. Beginning of chapter 8 he wakes up with a fracture in his skull and amnesia and we've missed the entire battle. - (Slave of Sarma book 4 also does a weird time jump - we go to the year 10536 AB (After Blade) in that one!!! this isn't quite so WTF? but still pretty - for god's sake why?) So Blade has to re-learn everything for no apparent reason other than to recap readers on what's happened so far, but honestly its a really simple plot for Blade, so why bother?
He gets up to speed, fights Hectoris in gladiator style single combat has sex with Juna one more time before her apotheosis and then gets transported home. He's been away 9 months because L had trouble locking on to his brain patterns due to the amnesia. The upshot is of course that Lady Diana gave birth to Blade's son but he can never see her again as she's back with her husband. still he's smug as his immortality is assured.
This one's as misogynistic as ever - although of Blade's 3 conquests in this one surprisingly none are evil or insane.
Language gets a bit verbose at times and its as well to have a dictionary on hand, but its nowhere near as bad as some of the other titles.
The plot is a lot less fractured than the previous books with less genre splicing although its still spy fiction meets sword & sorcery - for the most part its very Edgar Rice Burroughs (Ptol the priest, the drug Penthe, the single combat with an evil warlord for the girl, all classic ERB) - The goddess in the volcano is reminiscent of Tanith Lee's The Birthgrave. There's very little spy stuff in this one.
Overall the Richard Blade Books are Bond meets Edgar Rice Burroughs meets John Norman. So wrong and very much of their time yet trashily addictive.
I described the previous book in the series as charmingly wacky, and this one continues to live up to that precedent. There's also plenty of the gross machismo (with little to no self-reflection on the matter) that nearly defines the Sword and Sorcery genre, but much like the cheesy and lurid genre movies that were coming out around the same time, you find yourself turning the pages in shock, anticipating the one-upsmanship of the next cheap kitschy thrill.
There's nothing particularly good about these, and I would recommend them only to the Heroic Fantasy fanatics that have a good sense of humor about the genre, but they really must be seen to be believed.