Everybody who calls the ‘hero’ on his crap are shallow and stupid and need shaming. The ‘hero’ browbeats his woman. He’s not sweetly amoral and his self-obliteration goes on, as does his self-honouring. This is all manipulative artifice. Nobody has the best intentions. This is the hollowest thing and is entirely meaningless. The ‘heroine’ is a crowing hen, who along with the ‘hero’ behaves cruelly. Nobody has a capacity for shame or moral calculus.
This long novel is a journey to inevitable disappointment. This isn’t heartfelt and no wonder no more books in this saga have been published. The ‘hero’ is a complete and utter disaster of a human being who always escapes from the consequences of his actions. People have no serious intention about finding a viable solution to the aliens in this less then compelling 1992 dud.
One has to have total compliance to the whims of the ‘hero’. Also America is brilliant and always right and anyone who doesn’t agree is disgraceful. More discoveries about the Chtorr are made but they’re over-shadowed by the chapters of author tracts and creepy sexual politics. This sucked as the ‘hero’ insults the mentally disabled, shrugs off child abuse, beats women and is okay with underage sex and invading other countries. Thank god no more of this crap was published.
“Establish a biological foothold.”
“Incorporated our perceptual environment.”
“Food isn’t supposed to fight back.”
“Trolling the urinals.”
“Ruminating, chewing and farting.”
“Didn’t they teach manners at that fancy eastern school you got kicked out of?”
“Too stupid to live without help.”
"Look upon and despair, for yourselves, for your families, for your children unto the last generation.”