dare rated King of the Swords: 3 stars

Michael Moorcock: King of the Swords (1986, Berkley)
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Michael Moorcock: King of the Swords (1986, Berkley)
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Definitely a product of its time -- a bunch of short stories, where the protagonists are physics and general left-brain approach to problems. The writing is bare-bones, the characters are paper-thin, the politics are facepalmingly dated. My three stars are because I like physics in my sci-fi, but it's more like 2.5 stars really.
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The whole book is a treatise on how people turn themselves into tools for the powerful in search of machismo. I have no idea if it was intended, but that was how it read to me. It wasn't a bad book in itself, I was never bored, only somewhat repulsed.