More black-and-whites.
Can't find the exact thread, but there's been assertions made on the Underground that Chris Claremont was once a good comics writer, and that his decline into self-parody has been gradual. Reader; t'ain't so. Exhibit A:
"A novel-length science fiction spectacular in the tradition of Robert A. Heinlein," trumpets the cover, and the depth of the insult depends on how you feel about Heinlein, I guess. Just a few choice bits of dialogue, here:
"You killed my twin on Cinnibar, Pretty-Pretty. I'm grateful for the chance to repay you kind-on-kind."And it's all like that—just that formulaic and over-familiar. And this is 1977, friends: Claremont is young and fresh and at the alleged height of his alleged powers, supported by the slick Byrne/Austin artwork... and the script is one trademark Claremont cliché after another. The tough, free-spirited heroine (an ex-thief, naturally) shouting "Goddess!" in moments of stress: the sentient ship named "Ship": more buckos, boyos and m'loves than can be recounted here."Their lives were precious--if only to them."
"His... mind.. only in-instant's contact... but so full of... so--evil!
and the ever-popular
"Allez-OOP!!"
The evidence is damning.
Chris Claremont's talent has not declined.
