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It Came from Hangar 18 Paperback – February 3, 2012
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About the Author
SCOTT FULKS is a mad scientist bent on world domination, or maybe just bent. Hobbies include building flying saucers, re-creating retro subcultures, sewing, and goth dancing. His cover identity is that of a highly paid software engineering director, thus using his considerable management expertise to fund his nefarious activities. www.itcamefromhangar18.com WILL “THE THRILL” VIHARO is a freelance writer, pulp fiction author and B movie impresario. His novels include A Mermaid Drowns in the Midnight Lounge, Chumpy Walnut, Down a Dark Alley, Lavender Blonde, Freaks That Carry Your Luggage Up to the Room, and the “Vic Valentine, Private Eye” series. He loves jazz, cats and cumulus clouds. He hates fake boobs and CGI werewolves. www.thrillville.net/fiction
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I have one nit about this 514-page, self-referential novel, and it's relatively minor: whenever Radon and Adam Brayne have their "hard science" conversations, they run way too long, almost bring the story to a screeching halt (even Brayne complains about the down-the-rabbit-hole feel of these exchanges). While I admire the authors' ambition of updating - providing fresh wrinkles - to this Fifties B-movie novel and I understand how cerebral Radon can be, his exchanges with Brayne ramble for pages when a relatively few, concise lines would suffice. Yes, some of these conversations, a mixing of nerd-tastic science and smutty sex comparisons, are funny, but early on they take on a filler-not-thriller feel.
As I noted before, this is a minor nit in a work that's one of the most gleeful, imaginative, bordering-on-epic novels I've read this year. "Hangar" expands the notion of a "genre blender," takes it to new, heady heights. If you can get past the rambling sections - seventy-five pages could have easily been cut - this is the book you should be buying right now.