Status Updates From The Sixth Nik

this book has been an unreal adventure

Everything in this book is in service of shock value and yet every major plot development is painfully predictable. Sure, we hadn't gotten self-mutilation yet, why not?...have we hit the vomit into an open wound mile marker? Oh right, yeah, after she wakes up from being raped by a sentient space ship. Just--so much has happened, hard to keep track of all these highlights.

We're supposed to forgive the contrived plot because it's so clearly not the point, the unimaginable gore is all we should be focused on, forget empathizing with characters or maintaining suspension of disbelief, who needs that stuff?

Knew the dog's death would be grisly and unnecessary and unjustified, but to make it such a footnote on top of everything else.

I was not aware that bio-horror or splatter-scifi were genres. Now, I'm aware. Thanks, Daniel.

Oort Behemoths are the sandworms of this universe, in the worst possible way--repeatedly referenced with no real description or discernible purpose. Another thing this book shares with Herbert's writing is that it makes 200 pages feel like 400. We've progressed from John Carmack presents David Cronenberg's Alien, and now we seem to be fully into Ridley Scott territory.