Last week I wrote about how my summer-reading theme seemed to be “disappointing science fiction,” and I claimed that I was giving up on the genre. Unfortunately, I still seem to be stuck in my theme.
Someone recommended that I read Vicious, so I gave it a try. Vicious isn’t technically science fiction, but it’s probably close enough that I should have been wary. It definitely was disappointing.
This book is a superhero novel (which henceforth shall be a genre dead to me along with science fiction). Two college roommates discover how to give people superpowers, so naturally they begin with themselves. Unfortunately neither of them turns out to be a hero. One of the roommates goes to jail for ten years plotting revenge on his old friend. The other spends those ten years trying to kill as many superpowered people as he can in order to protect the world.