I've been hiding a dark secret, and I figured by posting it here, the word would dance around a bit... then sort of die out ... but my secret would no longer be a , um ... secret.
What the heck is a secret whenever it's no longer a secret? Is it a retired secret, a blown secret? I don't know... or care.
The thing is that tonight I was drinking some wine (maybe that's why I'm doing this) and updating my website and discovered that my reviews were ... still are ... kind of screwed up.
A website problem, not that they were bad. But links were wrong and it's just kind of a mess. So I'm trying to unravel the screw ups and I ran across something that I've been diligently hiding from my readers.
Ya' wanna hear what it was?
Too bad, because I'm typing, not talking, so you'll have to read instead.
Anyway, it was a review by Byron Merritt from FWOMP reviews. You've probably never read it, at least not on my site, because it's...
... dare I say...
Okay, here goes, it's my only ... NEGATIVE review.
Yeah, I buried it pretty deep, so no one could see it, but after watching the political debates and the lies and stuff, in the interests of full disclosure I felt I needed to come clean.
I'll blog it and post it on my website, too.
So that's it. My secret. It's out.
Ah, i feel better already.
So here ya' go, the only negative review of one of my books:
Reviews at FWOMP.Com
The Adventures of Guy
by Norm Cowie
reviewed by Byron Merritt
If you’ve got a few lazy days to enjoy a ridiculous comedy, then you might want to give The Adventures of Guy a go.
The premise is thus: A guy named ...well ...Guy, has this brother who gets his brain stolen by some unknown evil force. Might’ve been telemarketers. Might’ve been attorneys. Might’ve been the tobacco industry. Regardless of whom the thief is, Guy, along with his roommates Thurman and Knob, are going to track down the dastardly culprits and get his brother’s brain back. With them comes the top-heavy Warrior, a well-breasted mother that wields PMS as her primary weapon. Along the way they all learn about their own superpowers (with the exception of Guy who is “the nonbeliever”). Thurman becomes ‘The Harry Potter’ of the group, intoning incantations of ludicrous proportions and often moving the group of heroes to a McDonald’s. Knob is the elfish man with a backpack full of wondrous supplies (from lemon flavored wipes to encyclopedias) and often gives them what the group needs ...or not.
Moving through the world and otherworld, our gang meets up with the “true” telemarketers: crab-like alien creatures with serious attitude. They also run into attorneys who try and trap their minds by spouting legalese, only to have it fail against the mail idiot brain. Then there’s Judge Wopner, the lead council for the attorneys who turns up and has to try and reason with Guy and his entourage in hopes of creating a peace between two bizarre warring factions (I told you it was ridiculous).
Sound interesting? It is in some sense, and in others it isn’t. Trying hard—perhaps too hard—to mimic the nonsensical style of Douglas Adams (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy), the story felt forced several times. And I felt that the author wasn’t in control of the plot (if, indeed, it had one). I did laugh during my reading of The Adventures of Guy, but there were several dry spots (Saharas, really) where the comedy was repetitive or over-over-the-top.
Even so, I’m glad I read it. It was breezy and I got through it in a few short days. If you’re an Adams fan, you might find this one entertaining enough to hold your interest.