DO NOT READ THIS BOOK!
Or do, go ahead, but if you want to get incredibly invested in a beautifully detailed budding romance just to get hit over the head with nazi propaganda halfway through, knock yourself out. Maybe nazis don't bother you.
The first half of this book is a very sweet and very sexy gay love story that follows the weirdly irresistible hurt/comfort format. It is well written, the world building is satisfying, and I got very involved in the two characters, so much so that I found myself anxious to get home from work and continue their stories. WELL, LEMME TELL YA, THIS TAKES A DARK TURN.
After enough book has passed that the first half could have served as a nice stand-alone novella, it's revealed that the narrator's love interest is essentially a space Hitler come to save Earth, a "garbage planet" , from the evil and idiocy of women (utterly useless!) and careless breeding with the wrong people (it's not explicitly stated, but it is very obvious that Nader is talking about mixed race couples). There is so much barely coded proselytizing about racial purity, which should have been less shocking, considering the robots in this book aren't actually mechanical men but biologically engineered super-men. However, these super-men are ostracized and some hunted and killed; in fact, the first half of the book concerns the taboo of loving a "robot," so Chrome at first read as a compassionate examination of the marginalized, but NOPE, apparently that compassion only extends to white gay men. I had hoped that Chrome, the titular narrator and Space Hitler's beloved, would convince him and his hottie space youth followers the folly of their ways, but again, no. I confess I couldn't finish reading this, but 3/4 of Chrome behind me and another goodreads reviewer convinced me that Nader means business. Yes, "robots" were made loveless pariahs, but Chrome, a shining and especially advanced example, gets the eugenics ball rolling again.
And I really want to emphasize that I am aware that gay people can be evil hatemongers, too. I mean, we have Milo Yiannopoulous and, lamentably, Douglas P. (of the band Death in June), as glaring examples of homo nazis! However, it is very easy to look at these people as cartoonish, albeit evil, villains, incapable of love and compassion (for the right people). Would it were true! The first half of this book is beautifully human, and that's why I felt so violated by the second half. Whether we like it or not, nazis are people, too, and along with their disgusting worldview comes the capacity to love and feel. Problematic thinking is far more insidious in literature than in film or tv-reading puts the material straight into your brain. You can't look away, you can't leave the room. You develop a relationship with the author, whether or not you are conscious of this. I was very disturbed to have shared a brain space with George Nader after his worldview made itself abundantly clear. In fact, I was disgusted to be in the same apartment as the physical copy of Chrome, and if it wasn't a friend's copy I had been borrowing, I would have thrown it in the recycling bin.
Anyway, save yourself the heartache and don't bother with this, unless you hate women and people of color. I can read and watch sci-fi of another era that is problematic, but holy moly, mild misogyny, racial stereotypes, and casual homophobia are not the same thing as a document that espouses eugenics, the suppression of women, and the maintenance of racial "purity."