Though Hank was pretty much immobile by the end of book 3, somehow another mutant was able to give him a new body.
… Hank’s greatest facet as the series’s hero is how despite the changes that occur all around him, the major shifts in the dynamic of his setting, he remains immovably the same.
Hank is Hank, and will always be Hank.
His character is the (sometimes literally) immovable object around which every major event in the series finds itself orbiting. …
These books might not ever be featured in any overly self-important critic’s list of must-reads or forced on future students of literature as cultural classics, but they’ve certainly earned a place in my personal hall of fame as one of the most thoroughly entertaining reads I’ve ever had the pleasure of burning away free time with. …
This is book 3 in the series. It’s even funnier than the first two. Laugh out loud.
Hank is not very smart. Yet he skewers both economics and politics most effectively in this book.
Many love Hank. Yet the author is still self-published. You have to buy Steven Campbell books online. About 95% of his sales are eBook. Audio is better, in my opinion, as his reader is superb.
An increasingly crippled Hank struggles to keep the various factions of Belvaille in check after the collapse of the Colmarian Confederation.
Hank, as Supreme Kommilaire and Secretary of City, has several hundred police to try and maintain order among the millions of inhabitants on the space station while simultaneously preparing for Belvaille’s first ever election. He thinks it is an impossible task.
Every year the city, and even the galaxy, falls further into chaos as he himself succumbs to the debilitating effects of his mutation. With economic turmoil everywhere, a dirty election in the works, and the galaxy’s foremost assassin hunting him, Hank has to decide if he can save Belvaille. Or if it’s even worth saving.
Before he was the self-proclaimed King of Barbecue, in High School Ron was Safeway’s produce guy.
Of my friends, he was the first foodie.
He cooked the first truly great hamburger I’d ever eaten.
AA refused him membership, I seem to recall. Irredeemable they called him.
Now that Hef is gone, Ron is one of the few old harassers not yet under police investigation. 🙂
I first met Ron in Grade 7. He and family were already producing radio dramas on tape. An early podcaster.
He was into music too at a young age. I vividly recall the day he phoned to tell me to cycle over as fast as I could. He’d acquired Queen II (1974) – “Side White” and “Side Black”. He rightly called them genius.
Ron convinced me to buy a subscription to Rolling Stone.
Though I was the jock, Ron Shewchuk certainly took part in some epic athletic adventures. Hiking, cycling and very long runs out of Rocko’s farm.
Ron Shewchuk has been one of the 3-4 people who influenced me most over my lifetime. I do appreciate that. And I do want to wish him a HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK.