by John Ringo
Review by Dave Goldfeder
Baen HCVR ISBN/ITEM#: 0743436040
Date: 01 May 2003 List Price 25.00 Amazon US / Amazon UK / Show Article /
John Ringo has had interesting timing with his writing career and his latest book, Hells Faire, reflects it. Hellís Faire is the fourth book in a trilogy. This is not a disparagement but a statement of fact. Mr. Ringo was writing the third and ďfinalĒ book of the trilogy, When the Devil Dances, on September 11, 2001. After that day, writing a book describing a brutal war on American soil was not as pleasant as it had been. In addition, a good bit of energy was diverted into a new career as an opinion columnist and television commentator. The net result is that publishing deadlines loomed and When the Devil Dances was cut short and ended just before the climactic battle. After sufficient time had passed and other commitments met, he returned to Mike OíNeillís story. The final bit of interesting timing is that as I review this story of war on American soil, our troops are fighting in Iraq. I donít know if Ringoís timing is good or bad, but it is interesting. From official release/information:
Product Description: Once more unto the breach . . . With the defenses of the Southern Appalachians sundered, the only thing standing between the ravening Posleen hordes and the soft interior of the Cumberland Plateau are the veterans of 555th Mobile Infantry.
Dropped into Rabun Pass, with a couple of million Posleen behind them and fourteen million to the front, the only question is which will run out first: power, bullets or bodies.
But they have a hole card: far to the north the shattered SheVa Nine is undergoing a facelift. Rising from its smoking ashes is a new weapon of war, armed with the most advanced weaponry Terra has ever produced, capable of facing both the Posleen hordes and their redoubtable space-cruisers. Capable of dealing out hell as only SheVa Nine can.
If Mike O'Neal and the other members of the 555th are going to survive, it will come down to how much Posleen butt Bun-bun can kick.
Prepare to eat antimatter, Posleen-boy.