I've put off reading this book for about 18 years now. And with there being a notable lack of Star Wars novels coming out since Disney took over and said none of that ever happened, I figured I'd go back and try to finish the X-wing series.
I really liked the first four books by Michael A. Stackpole. Mostly because I was already a fan of Stackpole's other non-Star Wars books at the time, and because the idea of the X-wing series intrigued me. Star Wars books, in the Star Wars universe, but NOT about the Star Wars characters. It was a great series. Stackpole is a great writer, and he had some very good ideas for the X-wing series. It turned out pretty well. All new characters that were great, all new villains that were great, side characters from the movies returning in leading roles. And then the series ended. It was a pretty great ending. I really liked it. And I wasn't the only one. The X-wing series sold a ridiculous number of books. Fans of the Star Wars Expanded Universe looking for something fresh and new in the series they loved ate it up. So, with the story told, and the creator of the series moving on to other things, they decided to keep going for another five books with another author. Aaron Allston who is like the Stephenie Meyer of the Star Wars authors, took over and said, hey, you like all those new characters in the X-wing series? Yeah, sorry, they're gone, and I'm going to replace them all with stereotypes and jokes... bad jokes... jokes that will make your soul hurt. Seriously, replacing Michael A. Stackpole with Aaron Allston is like replacing Harrison Ford with Ben Afleck... oh... right... that happened... uh, it's like replacing Harrison Ford with Chris Pine... oh... right... that happened too... Fuck Hollywood!
Anyway, back in the day, I read about 3 chapters of this book and was like, yeah, no, you're tossing out everything I liked about the first four books, namely the new characters and villains, and replacing them with characters I don't really like, and vague villains that are just sort of mentioned, but never really seen to be doing anything villainous. Plus, like I said. Aaron Allston is like the Stephenie Meyer of the Star Wars Expanded Universe. He's an absolutely terrible writer. Hhis books are amongst the worst of the SWEU. He technobables more than an episode of Star Trek Voyager, knows nothing about characterization, and he thinks that the definition of humor is having his cardboard cutouts of characters repeating lines from the movies completely out of context.
Anyway, I figured I bought the book, it's been sitting on my shelf for 18 years, I don't have any other Star Wars Books left to read, eh, I might as well. I'm not really reading it because I'm interested in what it's about. I'm more reading it in the same way someone would watch M. Night Shyamalan's The Happening. If you haven't seen it, please do. That movie is one of the greatest unintentional comedies ever made. It's freaking hilarious.
Anyway, I'm about 25% through, and so far this book is like a herald of all the bland mediocrity, terrible writing, lack of characterization, technobabble, and just plain dumb, boring or lacking plotlines that was to come with the formation of Lucasbooks a year after its release.
50% through... oh my god... this book is actually WORSE than I remember it being. Back when it came out, I was not the crotchety asshole about writing and storytelling I am today, and even my younger, stupider self was smart enough to stop reading this crap after a few chapters. This is really slow going. There is not a single character in this book. Like not one. There is no one with a personality. No one. The "characters" in this book barely even qualify as stage props used by the author to move events along. You notice I didn't say "move the STORY along" there. Well, that would be because there is no story. Things happen, usually because reasons, but there's nothing really stringing them together into a coherent narrative. There's no driving force behind them. THERE'S NO REASON FOR ANY OF THIS TO BE HAPPENING EXCEPT TO CON A FEW MORE BUCKS OUT OF LOYAL FANS OF THE FIRST FOUR BOOKS. It's almost as if the author made it up as he went along. This is not the fun space adventures of the first four books, that knew when to be light-hearted, when to be serious, when and how to develop characters, and how to tell a cohesive narrative with it all. No wonder I never finished this book. It's absolute garbage. I always feel bad thrashing a book by an author who has recently passed away, but good GOD. I've read more interesting college textbooks! This task I've set myself, finishing this book that I bought but never read, has really just reaffirmed why I've never liked Aaron Allston's books. He's absolutely terrible at telling a story, creating interesting and sympathetic characters, and generally doing ANYTHING to keep the interest of the readers. This book is a perfect example of how corporate greed can absolutely ruin a good thing. It's proof that the series should have ended at book four.
When reading books that I, personally, don't enjoy all that much, I can usually see in it what other people may find enjoyable, even if I don't really care for it. The Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, for instance. I find it to be one of the most pretentious, arrogant pieces of garbage I've ever had the displeasure to read. But I understand why so many people enjoy it. I can see in it all of the things that people point out as good, and I can say to myself, well yeah, that makes sense. I can see why someone would like this book because of that. I can't see anything in this book that justifies the 4 star rating it has here on Goodreads, and the hundreds of positive reviews from people who can't give it enough praise. I honestly cannot understand why anyone would find this book, in any way, to be good, enjoyable, or entertaining in the slightest bit.
70% done... I can't do it. I keep trying to force myself to finish this book, but it's so unappealing in every single way that I can't bring myself to continue. I actually started reading Rogue Squadron, book 1 of the x-wing series instead before I realized what I was doing. Yeah, in one chapter, Michael A. Stackpole did what Aaron Allston could not in 300 pages. He made me give a crap about the characters and what was happening to them. He made me feel dramatic tension, and as if something was at stake. He gave me a likeable and sympathetic character with goals, dreams, and difficulties to overcome. The contrast is so great that I can clearly see why I read a few chapters of this book when it came out then set it on my self and forgot about it for twenty years. Because Wraith Squadron is absolute garbage compared to the four books that came before it.
I sometimes look on the Star Wars Expanded Universe post New Jedi Order and think to myself, where did it all go wrong. Well, my friends, I think it went wrong when Lucasbooks trusted Aaron Allston with so much of it. It descended into bland mediocrity, and bland mediocrity is Aaron' Allston's specialty. He wrote six of the volumes between Legacy of the Force and Fate of the Jedi if I remember correctly, and played a large part in series planning for both series. Every single Star Wars book I have read from him has been absolute crap. So is it any wonder that there was a steep decline in quality when he became one of those responsible for shaping the future of the series? I've not read any of his non-Star Wars books, but frankly, I don't think I want to. I really don't care to see the new heights of ineptitude he might soar to when he doesn't have the backbone of an established series and characters to fall back upon.
So yeah. I'm done. I think I'll take this one my local second hand bookstore, because I sure as hell am never picking it up again.