Book Review: Gears of a Mad God: A Steampunk Lovecraft Adventure by Brent Nichols
“Now, don’t get all teary on me. You’ll spoil your dime novel hero image.”
Bit of a yawner. Not very Steampunk, thankfully not very Lovecraftian. The not-very-retro-future technology is consistent with early twentieth-century setting; the bad guys are evil, but not supernaturally so. Hilariously anachronistic cover art. No worse than most big-name author, big-name publisher novels.
Logical inconsistencies abound. “There’s only one ferry each day from Vancouver,” yet clearly other people arrive and depart at various times of day. “He gave her arm another twist, and it occurred to her that he thought he was hurting her.” There’s a difference between strength and pain.
“No more workshop,” he said sternly. “No more tools. I want you to stay at home and raise our children. I think we should have lots of children, don’t you?” Already established her liberated credentials. The boyfriend’s antediluvian attitude seemed like piling on.
“You don’t make progress by turning a disaster into a catastrophe. Sometimes you have to accept your losses and move on.”