Starbase: The Rockets

You know you’re off to a rip-roaring start when the third paragraph of a novel contains the following line of dialogue: “Suzie, you’ll be glad you came along when we get to Star Base – and you have your pick of all those horny, love-starved men.” This is exactly the sort of messaging NASA needs to secure its funding for the next century. Quantum physics or origins of the galaxy? – much too dull. Hot sex with a murder investigation thrown in? – here’s the checkbook Mr. President.

I’m going to take a guess and say that author J.T. Starr had her tongue about as far in his cheek as it would go while writing Starbase: The Rockets. I know there are occasional security lapses at the best of times, but for a pot-smoking rock band to sneak aboard a spaceship bound for a secret Starbase using secrets gleaned from Roswell…well you know, NASA really needs to tighten up hiring procedures.

If you don’t mind checking your brain at the door, Starbase is loopy fun. The writing style is Tom Swift by way of Henry Miller, so if that’s your bag you’ll have a good time here.