After turning the last page of this book, I'm still wondering what I was reading--a sci-fi romance, a social critique or perhaps both. Even though New Concepts Publishing markets this title under its interracial Harmony line. I just kept wondering if the author had some personal issues with interracial relationships because there were parts of the book in which it seemed she had no idea if she was for them or against them. I really couldn't say if race was the plot because it seemed to get mixed-up with everything else this novel was trying to be.
The premise definitely had potential and had this been a longer book might have gone some interesting directions. Set in a dystopian future where cataclysmic natural disasters have disrupted normal life for the remaining inhabitants, there's social unrest in the streets and the corporations are running everything (oh wait, that doesn't sound so futuristic to me...) Within this milieu, scientists have unlocked the secrets of genetic manipulation and can now eliminate diseases and other disorders. They also can for those who have the means to pay for such things, alter one's body shape, size, hair and/or eye colour. Once this technology is available to all, thoughts of discontent become whispers until rumors begin to circulate that the government is replacing people with clones.
Into this setting comes the heroine, Lena Silverstone, who is described as a "purebred neg", meaning that she's black (don't let the blue eyes and genetically-altered long hair on the cover fool you). On her way to visit her guardian Morris, an old codger who lives on the not-so-shady side of a city divided by race, she's nearly attacked by street toughs and is rescued by a tall, blonde, brooding but impossibly good-looking man who doesn't seem to think much of damsels in distress.
Morris, a "purebred cauc" is unbeknownst to Lena part of a rebel movement that knows the government is replacing people with clones. Taking one look at Lena's altered hair, he expresses dismay that she allowed scientists to tamper with her genes. Lena's answer that her straight flowing locks are easier to maintain lets us know that even in the future, black women will still have good hair/bad hair issues and want to toss their tresses back a la Farrah Fawcett. Morris also observes that Lena couldn't seem to stop staring at the scowling stranger who saved her and remonstrates with her saying, "You promised me you'd give me some beautiful neg grandbabies to dandle on my knee..."
One of just many lines in this book that made me go "excuse me?"
Now for our hero--the differences between Dax and a Neanderthal are almost nonexistent. There's alpha males, then there's alpha males who need a good spanking (guess which one this guy is). Most of the book is spent with Dax scowling, glowering or just generally being pissed off about something. He was worse than one-dimensional. He wants Lena, then doesn't want Lena, thinks she's actually human, thinks she's a really good clone and basically just wants to have sex with her or kill her or both. The "f" word pops up in his vocabulary a lot, sort of the way we use "like"--as a noun, a verb, an adjective and interestingly enough in Dax's case--an endearment.
This guy is definitely not the flowers and candy type, although I will give kudos to the cover artist because long-haired, scruffy men are one of my weaknesses.
I like my heroines to be aggressive, take charge types and Lena wasn't even close. As I waded through several pages of graphically-described torture scenes including a near gang rape and Dax once again coming to Lena's rescue by faking a sexual encounter (which makes Dax wonder if he's starting to fall for Lena), normally a strong and savvy heroine gains some sort of backbone and starts kicking tail. Not here. Most of the time Lena's either painfully self-pitying or screwing the strong but silent Dax or bemoaning the fact that she's screwing the strong and silent Dax who obviously wants her, but is also willing to kill her if she can't prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's fully human and not a clone. She's the typical damsel in distress who can't seem to tie her own shoes without Dax telling her to.
If there was any "romance" between Lena and Dax, it might have been at the end of the book for most of it was spent with Dax not trusting Lena, believing that she's actually a clone - even though she'd pretty much jumped through hoops to establish her identity.
The biggest problem with this book was that for such weighty subject matter, the author didn't simply balance the sci-fi and the romance equally. At times it seemed the romance was tossed in just for kicks. It was far too short and ended too abruptly. Dax and Lena make nice and everything's okay.
Oh Octavia, where are you when we need you the most?