The big guy upstairs allowed Franks to remain what he is because Franks has its uses, and one of the tasks Franks was charged to do ended up being what could be his longest gig ever: he has served the US government – covertly, or as least as covert as a homicidal wrecking ball can be – since the days of Benjamin Franklin, as the big guy who does the dirty work of the Monster Control Bureau, taking out bad spooks that terrorize humanity.įranks doesn’t do this out of the goodness of his heart, mind you. What his creator didn’t know back then was when Franks the stitched-together body parts was animated, the “soul” that took over the body was that of a fallen angel who chose to remain on Earth to avoid being sent back to Hell. He is, after all, the real thing that inspired Mary Shelley to write that book.

I love it, I love it, I love it.Īgent Franks has lived for a long, long time. This book is almost X-rated in how violent and gory it is, to the point that I feel that this book isn’t sci-fi or fantasy as much as it is mayhem porn, and I like it.

But after a while, my brain gloriously melts down in light of the sheer testosterone just flooding the pages of this book, and I think I grow some chest hair as a result.

I have never read any book by Mr Correia prior to Monster Hunter Nemesis, and this is part of a series, so in the beginning, I’m a bit lost, especially when some of the characters have similar-sounding names (the villain Stricken has a henchman named Stark, for example). Mr Correia’s success in getting them all outraged to the point of mass psychosis group hug has me so amused that I just have to pick this book up as my silent show of support. I do agree with him on one point: the science-fiction and fantasy community has been unfortunately bogged down by too many crazy new generation so-called social justice activists whose modes of operation include being permanently outraged, blisteringly antagonistic, heavily reliant on hyperbole and strawman arguments, and generally behaving like constipated mastiffs trying to squeeze out square rock-solid turds. Bad boy Larry Correia, the Ross Perot to the SFWA and the blister on the rear end of the Hugo committee, has been making such a fuss lately, riling up those people who really do deserve riling up now and then, that I am vastly entertained.

Monster Hunter Nemesis by Larry Correia