Status Updates From Hail Hibbler

Plazreview is pending.

This book is painful. In addition to multiple occasions shocking racism and a bit of ephebophilia, I can now add bestiality to the list of offences in the name of “comedy”. And we haven’t even gotten to any Nazis yet.

This is set in the fire flung future of mid June 2003 A.D.. Where things are made out of plaz, sewdosilk, and plyowrap, and a private detective named Jake, trying to eat his soybread in peace, is assaulted by Italian stereotype robots for the crime of trying to mix his own salad. ‘“Makea fun ofa Mama Rosa!” oofed out the andie.’