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Eye of Terror (Warhammer 40,000)
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I'm always giving bks 4 star ratings b/c I tend to read things that're somehow important to me. I finished reading Thomas Pynchon's great "Against the Day" & lauded it for having positive anarchist characters. But I'm sick, so I wanted a break from intellect, so I started reading this piece of trash. I can only figure Bayley was desperate for money. This bk is "A Black Library Publication - Games Workshop", a "Warhammer 40,000 Novel". Apparently, these novels share things in common - Space Marines, etc - & authors are requested to write in a certain style. So there must be multiple Space Marine bks by multiple authors. Who is this stuff aimed at? Masturbating adolescent boys w/ fantasies of travelling the galaxies & hacking people up w/ laser-axes?! Beats me (pun intended). That there's actually money for publishing this garbage boggles my mind.
Here's a sentence from page 7: "For here it was, and here alone, that the scientific arts had been preserved for mankind during the long dark ages of anarchy when Earth itself had fallen into barbarism." I mean is this guy SERIOUS?! I had some hope when I read on page 48: "Slowly he seated himself at the control board, carefully removed Rugolo's boot brush, nail clippers and one or two rumpled, grubby small garments from it". That's a funny enuf evocation of domestic disorder in a spaceship. I had some hope.
Let me put it this way: I had pneumonia when I read this: I was weak, exhausted, almost beyond hope; MAYBE Bayley discovered that he has cancer, maybe he wrote this for the money to pay for health care. I mean, I forgive you Barrington & I hope you get better but, please, stop w/ the "dark ages of anarchy" shit, alright?! You shd be smarter than that!
Here's a sentence from page 7: "For here it was, and here alone, that the scientific arts had been preserved for mankind during the long dark ages of anarchy when Earth itself had fallen into barbarism." I mean is this guy SERIOUS?! I had some hope when I read on page 48: "Slowly he seated himself at the control board, carefully removed Rugolo's boot brush, nail clippers and one or two rumpled, grubby small garments from it". That's a funny enuf evocation of domestic disorder in a spaceship. I had some hope.
Let me put it this way: I had pneumonia when I read this: I was weak, exhausted, almost beyond hope; MAYBE Bayley discovered that he has cancer, maybe he wrote this for the money to pay for health care. I mean, I forgive you Barrington & I hope you get better but, please, stop w/ the "dark ages of anarchy" shit, alright?! You shd be smarter than that!
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Nov 07, 2012 07:35AM
Is it really necessary to say all those things about the book? Hardly a review and more of a personal attack. As you can see on my profile, I'm not one of those teenagers. It's possible to read 'important' books along with light reading. Life isn't black and white.
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Probably this reader doesn't know what Warhammer 40k is all about. The books are grim and dark. Hope is not a word familiar to warhammer writers. Even if it exists its just to delay the end. It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
