Well, this was a roller coaster ride. Sorta. I mean, a roller coaster has to go up and not just down. This was more like a log flume. Into a deep well. At the bottom of which was another well. I started out thinking this was going to be a solid 4-star book with a real shot at a fifth star, and then the sheer misanthropy started hitting me, and finally the excruciatingly bad "romance". And six-hundred pages.
The premise is engaging enough. You've got some prison bad-asses on earth who come up with a scheme to take over the prison they're in—I mean in a sneaky sort of way, where they're running all kinds of rackets from inside the walls while still keeping up appearances that it's actually a legitimate prison—while light-years away a prison ship full of aliens come up with a plan to take over their ship and escape to someplace remote and safe (earth, of course).
Around page 140 or so, I began thinking to myself, "This is what the kids today call 'edgelord'." The earth characters in the book are ridiculously badass, speaking almost entirely in racial epithets and handling every problem with murder (or threatened murder). Of course, they have to be hyper-competent at nearly everything: combat (of course), flight, computers, biology, you name it. Heinlein was fond of this sort of ubermensch.
And much like Heinlein, it's not long before you realize that all the characters talk alike, and all of them exactly like the author—whom they're all stand-ins for—with all pretty much the same emotional reactions (plus a little window dressing for the "female" characters, which I'll get to in a moment). But I was okay with this, at first. I'm going to try to recreate my thoughts and feelings as I went along.
First part. OK, this is going to be a fun, violent, space opera/type adventure where some really nasty earth characters get mixed up with some nasty alien characters.
Huh. All the aliens seem like decent beings who have essentially been framed or set up by the system. The two human protagonists are literal mass murderers who rather indifferently kill lots of innocents. All right, let's roll with it.
OK, the author likes to spend a lot of time with lengthy pseudo-science explanations of nonsense.
All right, the aliens get to earth but they've learned about us and are unable to withstand our mighty nuclear weapons. Oh, okay, at least the author is making a nod toward the ridiculousness of that. He's saying earth nukes are more powerful than the forces a ship in space traveling at FTL speeds would encounter.
OK, that's the story he wants to tell, fine. Otherwise maybe we got no story.
Now it looks like our prisoners and our aliens are going to team up. That could be interesting. They can apparently turn the prison into a super-secret alien base, without detection, all because of their superior competence and management skills.
Their management skills consist of: Killing anyone who looks cross-eyed at them. At one point, one of the characters scoffs at the notion that the best loyalty is bought with money. He doesn't say what it is best bought with, but I'm guessing he thinks a certain camaraderie and like-mindedness—okay, it's probably murder.
I'm just gonna bring it home again: Our protagonists are capable of outsmarting every government in the world, managing hundreds of the worst criminals in the world, running international trade, and manipulating The System—yet the reason they ended up where they are was because The System done them wrong, and the only solution they could come up with was: mass murder.
Okay, so we're having a big confab and our formerly mild-seeming aliens have turned into little more than animals it seems. Have a brutal rape at a dinner party—in front of every one—which results in a gory death.
Oh, all right. It seems that one of our protagonists preferred solutions to the alien problem is for them all to be dead. One is no longer surprised by this.
Well, except that it's stupid in an unacknowledged way. Up to this point, when I would think "Well, but that doesn't make sense because X," the author would at least say "X doesn't apply because Y." Now, "Y" was often a pretty dubious explanation but I can roll with a lot of that.
Exploiting alien technology is potentially a fine plot device. But it's like Ash taking his Oldsmobile back to the middle-ages (Army of Darkness): You're fine until you need a tire or a spark plug. And if you don't even have Ash, you don't even know you need a tire or a spark plug.
As the story is straining credibility, I'm noticing that there's very little suspense anywhere in this. The Marty Stu nature of leads means they never actually seem to be in danger. It's one thing for them to be cool and collected, and to operate at their best, but it began to seem like the circumstances of the story were themselves timorous about threatening them.
And I realize I keep making excuses for the author: This is the story he wants to tell. But I realize, it's a terrible, terrible story about how awful human beings are. There's a big reveal at the beginning of part V (which I saw coming in part III) which is as hoary a device as exists in science fiction but I had to ask myself why it would have any affect at all on the humans who witness it, who are (as noted) mass murderers, torturers, slavers?
Oh, it's amped up to 11—nonsensically—and it's graphic enough, but it's not much worse than what has already been described, and is accepted by our "heroes". In the midst of this horror, we get the sort of detached survey of the human criminality that—well, "edgelord" comes to mind again. Did I mention that the really graphic passages are marked off with asterisks so the squeamish can skip them? Edgy! Lordy!
Ultimately this behavior will be rationalized, as with all bad behavior in the book, as "humans are worse, tho'."
I figured I was through the worst of it, and from a gore standpoint, that was mostly true. By the end Caidin is just phoning in the nigh-pornographic slaughter of hundreds of people. But there was worse, in the form of the two female characters who react to mass murder with the same stoic reserve as our hardened killers do. A little window dressing, but underneath it all, what's a little mass murder between you and the guy you've had two dates with?
The Japanese girl is just an embarrassment. She's perfect. Because her father wanted a son, I guess.
Then there's a scene of alien technology where, once again, we're reminded (for the third time) of the vast power at the hands of our heroes and how there should really be not the slightest concern for slow-moving earth technology, but we need some kind of close call.
I guess you could say, this one wasn't for me.