In retrospect, taking the Voyager 1 space probe back to the JPL lab in Pasadena, CA was a bad idea. Plucking it from the icy Alaskan waters of the Behring Sea was an even worse one. If it had been left submerged, millions of people would still be alive and would have avoided the horrendous undignified and painful death that they suffered. But Sitara, the NASA scientist who retrieved the probe, couldn’t have known that. Just as she couldn’t have known that she was an asymptomatic carrier of a rampant alien virus – a biological weapon to soften up humanity in advance of an alien invasion by the Argons.
Fearing that she is the lone survivor of the ensuing pandemic, she is overjoyed at finding out that others are still alive when she meets up with Jason, a British ex-paratrooper, and an alien, Stap, who opposes his people’s invasion of Earth. They head for Washington DC, picking up an Amish family on the way, believing that there must be some kind of organised resistance there – after all, it is the country’s capital.
When they get to DC, they find that the city is infested with Argons – what can they do now? Just surviving will be a major achievement.
I started writing about a recent trauma that I'd experienced in the hope that it would prove therapeutic. It didn't. However, I did discover that I enjoyed writing. I wrote an (unpublished) contemporary thriller but realised that i should perhaps be writing science fiction stories instead. I've always had a passion for science fiction, ever since I used to watch the BBC science fiction series Doctor Who, starring William Hartnell as the first Doctor. I don't believe I watched it from behind the sofa (as science fiction lore would have us believe was the practice of anyone under ten years of age) although I'm sure a couple of episodes probably had me watching through my fingers.
Eight years later, I've penned ten novels, two novellas, and five short stories.
My writing philosophy is that a story should be as long or as short as it needs to be. I refuse to pad my stories out just to reach an arbitrary word count. In my opinion, to do so would be dishonest and disrespectful to myself, the story and - above all - the reader.
I share my life with Eliene (a successful amateur distance runner), our cat, Tabitha, our dog, Sophie, and another cat, Jess, who kept invading our house until we let her stay. I'm also an avid Tottenham Hotspur fan (nothing comes between me and my TV when they're playing).
The Schrödinger enigma is another great invasion story by Greg Krojac. Here you have it all in the form of two apocalypses back to back: a mysterious virus that practically wipes humanity followed by an alien invasion. In other words, you really don't have to choose which you prefer since you have them both.
As usual the writing and editing is practically perfect although I found this book a little rougher than the others he's written. Maybe it's because the story itself asked for it. I mean, it's tough. People first die from the virus then from the alien. It's not a simple walk in the park.
Anyway, if you liked his other work, you should also like this one and if you haven't tried his books yet, The Schrödinger Enigma is a great one to start with.
Well, this was a bit pathetic, really. Not to be blunt but ... Here's just a few reasons why. Spoilers coming.
First, let's deal with Schrödinger. So many books have used his thought experiment that it's par for the course now and nothing special. here, it's used to try and explain how 1 thing can be in 2 places at once, even though the original experiment was referring to quantum states of being rather than physical locale. Of course, that's fine, except it crops up very early on in the story, is resolved (through dialogue, we're told not shown) and then there's an absolutely ridiculous link back to a real, physical cat at the end of the book, holding absolutely no relevance to anything that's gone before. It's a bit like Carl Rackman's book Voyager, not actually being about Voyager. This book is not about Schrödinger, Schrödinger's cat, or an actual enigma. But hey, it is about Voyager, more so than Voyager ever was, which is kind of cool.
So what else: "Siroll had fought like a woman possessed, with just as much vigour as her male colleagues." Sexist, much? And what sort of name is Siroll? Thought they were a death metal band, but maybe it's a singer...
The explanation for a tool that can both mend broken bones and blow up buildings is just, well. Probably one of the worst clangers ever to fall out of a scifi box of tricks.
Oh, and of course, we meet the Miller family for the first time, who are amish, but Sitara has already decided to load up on female sanitary products for them without knowing who she was going to see . She's not your typical white Christian chick on paper, but despite throwing in a few prayer names, the only real discussion of her faith was how inconvenient it all was and that it should be suspended for the duration.
And then there's the ending. The mysterious aliens we've heard so much about appear and put everything to rights, well, apart from the millions who were killed (the book does try to give us a number, but gives up a third of the way through).
I cannot remember something I've wanted to finish less in recent memory.
Because authors put a lot of effort into their books, I don't rate anything below three stars as a rule...But I would rate this a lot lower, really. This just had a lazy feel to it, a lot of tropes, etc. I wouldn't recommend this one.