Cirsova – How Thaddeus Quimby the Third and I Almost Took Over the World
Posted On July 9, 2019
Bruh. That title.
There’s a recent fad going around the midwiteratti where they crown thier snoozefest Hugo bait stories with wuh-wacky long titles that are LOL so random:
- The Rose MacGregor Drinking and Admiration Society
- The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington
- The Tale of the Three Beautiful Raptor Sisters, and the Prince Who Was Made of Meat
Just to be a few of more recent vintage. Long titles like that are tryhard, and don’t bode well for what follows. They really only work as a tongue in cheek introduction to a good old fashioned gag story, and thankfully that’s exactly what Gary K. Shepherd delivers.
As you can see, we get a modern day Rooster-esque command and his dimwitted palooka of a sidekick who get a fancy-dancy copy machine when it falls off the back of a space truck. Their efforts to use the thing for I’ll purposes turns into a short story that’s pretty much a set-up for the punchline.
Thaddeus speaks throughout with one of those forced colloquial tongues that a bit New Jersey and a bit Old South. You’ll have to retrain your brain to interpret the usual dropped word endings, added apostrophes, and smashed words. Some readers have a real problem with authors that resort to this old stand-by, but for my money it’s a great way to paint a character without actually describing him. Thaddeus talks like a meaty, hairy thug, and you can easily visualize him as the muscle part of a two-bit crime duo. It saves some description, and does it in an efficient manner. The way these near-hobos act as near-royalty who just happen to be a little down on their luck adds to the ludicrous nature of the story, reinforcing that Shepherd isn’t delivering the second coming of Dune here, he’s just entertaining you with a fun read.
It’s a nice change of pace to get a light-hearted piece like this after a lot of blood and thunder of the earlier stories. A bit of a palette cleanser before we dive back into the heat of battle.