If you want humans fighting to save the world every sci-fi book does it better. If you want a book about how great music is, Soul Music does it better. If you want a talking cat, Dungeon Crawler Carl does it better. I would not recommend this book to anyone. The narration was good too although the foreign accents weren't great. What little of the story there is amongst all the crud is ok. I'm not sure it would survive having most of the prose cut out though. If the editor had limited the author to a maximum of one list per chapter it would have vastly improved the book. List of qualities, lists of what ifs, lists of aliens, lists of music genres, lists of people, lists of reasons, lists of descriptions. What was even more tiresome was the lists. Honestly, there'll be some line like "Two heads are better than one." then some alien species invented for a cameo appearance about that line like "Except for the flarglewargs who had one antimatter head and one matter head and would have rather had just one." Just endless alien species invented and discarded like that, incredibly tiresome.
If the author sat down for a pop quiz I doubt she could name 10% of the alien species in the story, definitely not 20%. Don't read it just to see if the ending goes like you think it will, it does. Like, had I written it myself based on that I think I'd have been fairly close. The plot is exactly what you would imagine it to be from the blurb. The author's blunt, inaccurate handling of racism actually pulled me out of the story. There are some racist/monarchist characters who are caricatures of anyone you would ever meet in real life. None of the side characters are memorable either. They spend a lot of time ineffectually bickering and they are almost non-existant in the first half of the book. Very little happens for the initial 5-6 hours and the entire final act whizzes by in the last hour or 30 mins. The fate of Earth lies in their ability to rock. This year, humankind has discovered that it must fight for its destiny not with diplomacy, gunships and stoic councils - but with glitter, lipstick and electric guitars.Ī washed-up glam-rock trio from London, Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeroes, has been chosen to represent humanity on the greatest stage in the galaxy. Part concert, part contest, all extravaganza, species far and wide gather to compete in feats of song, dance and/or whatever facsimile of these can be performed by various creatures who may or may not possess, in the traditional sense, feet, mouths, larynxes or faces. To bring the shattered worlds together in the spirit of peace, unity and understanding, the Metagalactic Grand Prix was created.
Finalist for Hugo Award for Best Novel 2019įinalist for Locus Award for Best Science Fiction Novel 2019Ī century ago, intelligent space-faring life was nearly destroyed during the Sentience Wars.
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