Jazz Bashara is a criminal.
Well, sort of. Life on Artemis, the first and only city on the moon, is tough if you're not a rich tourist or an eccentric billionaire. So smuggling in the occasional harmless bit of contraband barely counts, right? Not when you've got debts to pay and your job as a porter barely covers the rent.
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2/5
Hold on, this one is going to be a doozy. There are a lot parts that I completely checked out of. I feel like it should have ended a good 75 pages earlier than it did. You get to the climax and... but WAIT THERE'S MORE... OH AND HERE'S MORE .... AND MORE until it fizzles into a complete mess and I was over it.
Did we really need page after page of the description of welding?
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The humor was not my thing. Yes, we women can be just as crude as men if we want to be, and there's nothing wrong with it, but every single vaguely sexual non-sexual remark doesn't need the "that's what she said" approach taken to it. (That specific phrase isn't uttered, but that's basically what it is.) It might have worked if it had been a character thing in actual conversation, but it's Jazz's inner monologue to us. At some point, you have to say enough.
Another pet peeve of mine is Sci-Fi far in the future to have "current" (using the term loosely) pop culture references. While Star Trek in all it's forms may transcend time and space... Scooby-fucking-Doo should NOT.
I did like Jazz for the most part and seeing how different cultures might mesh into a city on the moon. The penpal bits were fun and a nice break between chapters without being too indulgent.
Even though I'm 0 for 2 with Weir's books, this one shows some promise and I'll still probably try a third should it come out.