GULP? As the Earth tilts on its axis, precipitating a new Ice Age, hordes of rabid lemmings race towards Europe. Meanwhile a time-travelling Hitler emerges in sleepy Devonshire and proceeds to clone himself in preparation for the march on London. Will a Fourth Reich rise to strangle the Mother of Parliaments? Or will London be devastated by a nuclear accident on the Tube?GULP? As the Earth tilts on its axis, precipitating a new Ice Age, hordes of rabid lemmings race towards Europe. Meanwhile a time-travelling Hitler emerges in sleepy Devonshire and proceeds to clone himself in preparation for the march on London. Will a Fourth Reich rise to strangle the Mother of Parliaments? Or will London be devastated by a nuclear accident on the Tube? The luckless crew of Spaceship Earth have no time to pose such questions as an epidemic of demonic possession and prophetic visions erupts in the USA and an approaching envoy from a distant galaxy broadcasts the following message: YOU EARTHLING SCUM ARE THE DREGS OF THE UNIVERSE. WE COME TO ANNIHILATE YOU PAINFULLY AND RAPE YOUR PLANET EARTHDOOM! is the disaster novel to end 'em all. And not before time . . ....
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Humor is subjective. Reviewers, when confronted with novels that do not align themselves with their personal idea of humor, are allowed to complain a little. So let me simply state that I’ve enjoyed David Langford’s work before, like his collection Different Kinds of Darkness, which got a Hugo nomination. And I was therefore singularly unprepared for the intentional farce that is Earthdoom.Earthdoom is not Different Kinds of Darkness. It tries, and mostly succeeds, in parodying every single sort of disaster movie and story ever written or made, all at once, in one slim volume. It’s a bit much. It’s like someone tried to cram too much in there, and then forgot their safe word. Yes – words fail.The running gag where Death, who can see what is probably coming and succumbs to repeated giggle fits feels overdone the first couple of times. Not to mention the sex-obsessed characters—male and female. Then there is the time-travelling Hitler who wants to clone himself into an army, the Cornish-language enthusiast-cum-terrorist, the lemming-obsessed scientist, the anti-matter comet, the obvious but ignored super-caldera . . . I might run out of room to list all the improbable disasters.But the most representative disaster can be found on a doomed space station, soon to crash into the Earth, with its lecherous male American astronaut who has turned the only way to warn the world into an alcohol still. His pursuit of the female cosmonaut halts as he realizes they will soon die, but he is not sure if this has caused him to lose his erection, since, as he has repeatedly noted, “. . . there is no up or down in space.” Similarly, I can neither make up nor down, nor heads nor tails (giant, Galactic lemming tails), of this over-the-top novel.Read it at your own risk. Who knows? You’re not me and the humor might actually appeal to you.