Homicidal Wendigos! Limb-lopping samurai! Ambitionless slackers! Marijuana! A redhead! Robo-Dick!
It’s been a few weeks since Benson returned to his parents’ home in the idyllic gated community of Grand Acres. He hasn’t seen them since. Ever since locking himself in the house with his supply of junk food and pot, he hasn’t seen much of anyone. When he’s finally coerced from the house and joins an ominous neighborhood group know as the Brown Shirts, Benson realizes things in Grand Acres aren’t nearly as tranquil as he thought. Even worse, there’s a samurai on the loose who is settling grudges in very violent ways.
Steve Lowe misses riding Big Wheels in the cul-de-sac. He is the author of a handful of Bizarro books, including MUSCLE MEMORY, KING OF THE PERVERTS, and YOU ARE SLOTH! Hey, look! That's him over there! No, the other way. Yeah, that's definitely him.
I gave this a four because I'm going to give the screenplay a five! The crazy sh!t going down in this florida retirement community cries out for film and a healthy special effects budget -maybe Tarantino WILL option it-who knows? But it seems more the territory of an Edgar Wright / Coen Brothers collaboration?
This is the story of what it is like to live a sheltered suburban life, where there is nothing more to do than smoke pot and basically ignore the world around you. It’s how Benson, the story’s narrator, is living his life. It’s how I lived my life back when I used to live in the suburbs. But sadly my time as a suburbanite was not as awesome as this book, not even close.
One day Benson wakes up from day-dreaming about hot redheads to a knock at the door. What he finds, after weeks of hiding out in his parents’ house, is not the world he remembers from before. Things have changed in the gated community of Grand Acres. The neighborhood is run by a group known as the Brown Shirts, and they are a violent and blood thirsty group of oppressors. They straight up murder people for the smallest of infractions. And Benson is not having any of that.
Enter: sacred Indian burial-ground pot, a cannibalistic monstrosity, a giant robot with the head of a man named Mr. Belvedere, tons of blood and gore and explosions.
This book is awesome, so very awesome. I loved every second of it. Highly Recommended. Seriously.
Steve Lowe is definitely a voice to watch out for in the Bizarro world.
Samurai Vs. Robo-Dick is a great redemptive story about a habitual masturbating pot head. He lost his job, his home and his spark. He's come home to lick his wounds from his current failures and loses touch with reality at the most inopportune time ever. The world outside has gone to hell but it goes completely unnoticed by Benson due to the ironfisted rule orchestrated by the Brown Shirts that patrol the streets of the idyllic Grand Acres. I loved the story and the characters Lowe introduces through the novella. Benson evolves from burnout to rebel leader in a manner not out of his character. I appreciate that Lowe doesn't make Benson break character in order to advance the story. Lowe is a extremely talented and creative storyteller.
Fun, quirky, kinda messed up and totally enjoyable! A great, albeit cynical, look at what could become of society in the not too distant future. Add in the drug use, booze, swearing, an amazingly accurate jab at Tarantino, gore, an incredibly like-able main character and you've got one solid read!
SAMURAI VS ROBO-DICK. The title evokes certain images and expectations. The book delivers something much different. This is no Japanese Kung Fu/Sci Fi mash-up. SvRD is a story that takes place everyday across suburban America.
This is the tale of community association oppression. Its done wonderfully. I'd like to say its over the top but oftentimes its problably not far from the truth. I would wager author Steve Lowe was himself a victim of neighborhood oppression.
The title doesn't come into play until the last quarter of this quick read. If your in the market from Jackie Chan shit, this one will come up short for you. But don't move on yet. Steve Lowe still has an engaging story to tell. If you live in a town home you will relate. If you haven't you will learn to stay away from these gated oasis of oppression. Live Free or Die!
So there I was cruising through the back streets of my Kindle, when I stumbled across Steve Lowe's Samurai Vs. Robo-Dick. Ah yes, I thought, I forgot about this bad boy. Let's give it a whirl.
A couple of hours later, I was immersed in a post-apocalyptic tale of crazitude. Like "The Walking Dead", but without the zombies. Like "Wayward Pines", but without the upcoming M. Night Shyamalan series. Like "War and Peace", but without the peace.
Read about the exploits of Benson, the rudderless beatnik who comes of age against the Homeowners' Association of Armageddon! You will be greatly rewarded (once Steve Lowe dies and becomes a saint).
What it is - trashy, stupid, somewhat pulp-ish and borders on insulting your intelligence. Certainly, you could be dumber after reading it. But it also has some dashes of genius and it plays out like sitting on the couch eating sugary kids cereal raw while watching Ren and Stimpy reruns. You enjoy the experience then wonder if you should feel guilty for it. Nothing to stimulate your intelligence and no apparent hidden messages, but that would have just got in the way anyway. No way I can give it a four but its better than a 3.
a nice entertaining read, solidly in the bizarro camp, i just kept finding myself wanting something a little bit more from it... it is hard to put my finger on it.
I don't think the ending was important enough to warrant its length. Regardless, it's a very funny book and definitely worthwhile to anyone with even vaguely punk sensibilities.
Fuck this book. I didn't even finish it and I don't care to ever speak of it again. I can read almost anything if it's written the right way, but Lowe fucked up good with this one.