Review: Originated Under Twin Suns, by Michael Pickard
I'm notoriously nitpicky about my sci-fi. I've been a fan of all versions of Star Trek since before I knew how to properly pronounce Rene Aberjoinois. I like Star Wars, but I don't feel the need to wear my light saber to work. Other than that, I really am more into Tolkein and Butcher than Bradbury or Asimov. When I received Michael Pickard's novel, billed as "space satire," my ears perked up a bit. The first chapter made me chuckle, so I threw caution to the wind and decided to dive in. The Good Mr. Pickard's experience as a previously published author made this book's quality a definite cut above most self-published books. The text had good flow and a defined voice. Language use by the Frobs were consistent and had voice. It was filled with clever puns that made me chuckle. There were parts that reminded me of Monty Python, which always brightens my day, even if it doesn't involve fish slapping, silly walks, or shrubb...