Up front, the last Spider Robinson "Callahan" book I read was nearly 20 years back... and I enjoyed it (then). As I am always up for reading a variety of books and authors, this one caught my eye.
Admittedly, I had forgotten who Callahan was, so this story left me bewildered as to where in Spider's universe I was headed. I tore through the first of the four micro-tales making up the larger book detailing what becomes of Maureen/Mo, our heroine that guides us through the book. She is a working girl and ends up in a brothel. Before you ask where's the Sci-Fi in that... don't worry it's in here, all over the place, yet subtly written.
By the time the second story has begun, Maureen is one of the brothel's workers, prompting this tale and the next in relation. Spider gives us sexualized science as a conundrum, which felt shocking for shocking sake and not very engaging. Maureen saves the day in both situations and yet it didn't help the book increase my interest. But I am nearly done with the book, and have only one story left to engage, onward we must.
The final tale was a crime noir-ish double cross effort about counterfeit cash and Tony Donuts, gangster extreme, in more ways than one (with contrived written-as-spoken dialogue added for effect. Not a fan of this method.) Within in this portion, we sort of get where the title comes from, as Mike (Callahan) is present for the summary preceding the events. Unfortunately, I wouldn't know Callahan if he knocked on my front door. That's more against me and my reading selections than Spider.
All through the book, I felt as if I was reading something meant for a small clique who knew all the references and inside jokes, winks included. I understood the plot, settings, actions, etc., but did get the "why" of it all, as there was no real point... just a collection of short mundane stories wrapped in a supposedly important co-related setting within Spider's previous creations.
Which brings me to the Pun Section (most of the book, actually, for no other reason than it was.) Again, with the missed point, the puns while erstwhile funny in attempt, weren't. And for me the book continued to smoke and wheeze until it died of exhaustion.
The characters were readable, stereotypical, and cartoonish for effect. But I never felt connected to any of them. The situations were rudimentary and uninspired. And beyond Maureen guiding us through with her insight, there was no real plotline to follow, or any big ending sequence to look forward to. More like a list of errands to run before getting back home to make dinner. You remember running errands, went some places, but would you remember it all or write about it later? And would anyone, including yourself, care?
No, definitely not. Same for this book.
Unless you must read all of Spider's works, skip this one.
Thanks for reading.