Instead of the usual hero introductory opening chapter, this one kicks off by establishing the threat. A lonesome rider arrives at some godforsaken village/oasis in the middle of the desert and finds all of its population dead. None of the victims has visible wounds, but they are all bloated and starting to decay. And right away, we get the first LOL moment. Because I don't think you have to be some badass secret agent to figure out that those unfortunate souls were killed with some sort of a nasty WMD and get a fuck away as soon and as fast as possible. Instead, this idiot takes his time to unpack his gear and starts sending Morse (!!!) encoded messages to his headquarters. Sure enough, the body count meter starts rolling.So we need to wait for a chapter to meet the Baroness. And it's well worth waiting. She buys a horse for a million bucks at a high society auction in Kentucky and then fucks some aristocrat. In his stable! And why? To make this guy's stud horny so it would fuck her recent acquisition!
Great stuff, I was hooked! Unfortunately, it fails to sustain such madness and loses much of its initial momentum as it progresses. You can read all the details on the ultimate source for Men's adventure novels at Glorious Trash, and there are some helpful links on the author's website, so I'll just list some of my major likes and dislikes.
Our heroine herself is, of course, uber-cool, but she should be more bitchy! All the aristocratic and modelling crap somehow doesn't fit her, although some of those "darlings" are pretty funny. It needs to be said that the villains in this one definitely steal the show from her. The pair of them is so delightfully insane that I decided to add the 'bad guys' section to the facts. Have been considering this for some time, and these two loonies are perfect for its inaugural edition. Scroll down for details.
Next cool thing - Gadgets! And more Gadgets! And even more crazy Gadgets!
- Wearing computer (=computer that one wears) with millions of built-in MOSFET devices. MOSFET? Metal-oxide semiconductor field-effect transistor! And the crazy part is that they actually exist. To save you some googling, you can find the specs here. Considering this was published 40 years before the iWatch was invented, dare I say that Sonic Slave was ahead of its time?
- Silent microphones (they pick up vibrations of the larynx). To use them, Baroness and her team need to "subvocalize".
- Radio transceiver built inside the mouth (powered by saliva!)
- Drugs like Puromycin (erases the immediate memories before they become permanent) and Etorphine (ten thousand times more potent than morphine).
- Ultrasonic buzz saw
Funny enough that I can't quite decide about the sex. There should be more of it (after that stable stud arousing thing, she fucks just one more guy). Still, at the same time, the scenes are too long They both take several pages, and although the language is pretty crude and the author certainly doesn't shy away from the occasional fuck or cock, the style is far from sleaze or porn. Wikipedia describes it as a "graphically poetic pulp tradition", which I think it's accurate enough for stuff like this:
Her melonlike bizaz was digging into his chest, and the little man between his legs was stretching and waking up.
[After already "climbing in the pulpit four times so far"] she reached between his legs and found the axe handle sprouting there... and after a couple of pages... she reached down for the torpedo shape protruding between her legs
But all in all, it was great fun, and I will most certainly check out the others in the series. Wish they were a bit cheaper, goddamn!
I'm off now to sign the petition to make these novels available as e-Books.
4/5
Facts:
Hero:
Penelope St. John-Orsini, aka Penny, aka The Baroness. Code name The Key
The Baroness was a compelling beauty whose face had been seen on all the major fashion magazines. A glossy black mane framed wide sculptured cheekbones, enormous emerald eyes, an exquisite nose and a generous mouth with strong white showing now in a dazzling smile. She was a tall, supple-bodied woman in her early thirties, with broad shoulders, tapering torso and flared hips. There was an athletic bounce to all her movements.
Most women would have struggled, or tried to kick the man behind them. But the Baroness had a set of of one hundred and twenty-four possible reflexes programmed into her nervous system to deal with the problem of being grabbed from behind. The basal ganglia in her brain automatically chose the correct response for the situation.
"The sheik tells me you're bad woman," he said.
"Positively wicked, darling," she said.
Bad guys:
Octave Le Sourd is a crazy/genius scientist with ultra-hearing capabilities who wears a bat in his hair. Yes, you did read that correctly. I'm not sure how it is possible, but he indeed wears a fucking bat in his hair!
But the undisputed star of craziness and extravaganza is the Emir of Ghazal. Horny bastard with 347 children. With Terry Gilliam-esque thrones (one is a converted dentist chair, and the other is the golf cart; needless to say, both are covered with priceless jewels). With a couple of dwarf servants wearing diapers (wtf ?!??) and turbans. He has an obsession with his pet falcon named Fakim. When Baroness kills this darn bird, the poor, devastated Emir feasts one day in honour of its memory and then declares a national day of mourning!
Pure quality. Unforgettable!
She kicked him in the balls. But he didn't have any balls. The kick that would have disabled a normal man just left him standing there, looking slightly greenish.
"This is a knife that gelded my father," he said proudly. "He was chief eunuch before me, in harem of Emir's father."
"It's always nice to be mutilated by a family heirloom," she said dryly.
Hero:
Penelope St. John-Orsini, aka Penny, aka The Baroness. Code name The Key
The Baroness was a compelling beauty whose face had been seen on all the major fashion magazines. A glossy black mane framed wide sculptured cheekbones, enormous emerald eyes, an exquisite nose and a generous mouth with strong white showing now in a dazzling smile. She was a tall, supple-bodied woman in her early thirties, with broad shoulders, tapering torso and flared hips. There was an athletic bounce to all her movements.
Most women would have struggled, or tried to kick the man behind them. But the Baroness had a set of of one hundred and twenty-four possible reflexes programmed into her nervous system to deal with the problem of being grabbed from behind. The basal ganglia in her brain automatically chose the correct response for the situation.
"The sheik tells me you're bad woman," he said.
"Positively wicked, darling," she said.
Bad guys:
Octave Le Sourd is a crazy/genius scientist with ultra-hearing capabilities who wears a bat in his hair. Yes, you did read that correctly. I'm not sure how it is possible, but he indeed wears a fucking bat in his hair!
But the undisputed star of craziness and extravaganza is the Emir of Ghazal. Horny bastard with 347 children. With Terry Gilliam-esque thrones (one is a converted dentist chair, and the other is the golf cart; needless to say, both are covered with priceless jewels). With a couple of dwarf servants wearing diapers (wtf ?!??) and turbans. He has an obsession with his pet falcon named Fakim. When Baroness kills this darn bird, the poor, devastated Emir feasts one day in honour of its memory and then declares a national day of mourning!
Pure quality. Unforgettable!
Location:
Briefly set in Kentucky and Rome, but then it moves to a fictional Middle Eastern country called Ghazal.
Briefly set in Kentucky and Rome, but then it moves to a fictional Middle Eastern country called Ghazal.
Body count:
Can only do a rough estimation. Not counting:
The object of desire:
"You'll control the world's major oil supply. Europe and the United States will be at your mercy."
....
"Your secret agreement with Communist China will make them think twice."
...
"Yes. And when things have died down after a year or two, I'll wipe out Israel... The true successor of Mohammed."
Can only do a rough estimation. Not counting:
- entire populations of the two small "mud" villages
- approximately 50 death-row convicts who were killed on the hunt
- a bunch of tribesmen that Baroness takes on with a fucking tank!
- Mad Max-like desert battle where 3 tanks, several jeeps and even 2 Phantom Jets are destroyed. And there's a twist - all sounds are muted during the battle! (don't ask; it's a long story and too technical for us mere mortals to understand)
- Fakim, the falcon
The object of desire:
"You'll control the world's major oil supply. Europe and the United States will be at your mercy."
....
"Your secret agreement with Communist China will make them think twice."
...
"Yes. And when things have died down after a year or two, I'll wipe out Israel... The true successor of Mohammed."
Dames:
see 'hero'
Unconscious moment:
There was a blinding pain in her head, and then darkness, as final and complete as the end of the universe.
see 'hero'
Unconscious moment:
There was a blinding pain in her head, and then darkness, as final and complete as the end of the universe.
Title:
The sonic part has to do with the sound-based doomsday device. The slave part doesn't make much sense.
Edition:
Pocket Books, November 1974
Cover:
see 'hero'. Illustration by Hector Garrido.
Cool lines:
Almost, the blood drained from her face gave her away. She forced it back into her skin by concentrating on one of the simpler Yoga dharana exercises... She forced her mind into another Yoga channel, pranayama, and felt her breathing slow down. She was going to have to be fatalistic. If she was blown, she was blown.The sonic part has to do with the sound-based doomsday device. The slave part doesn't make much sense.
Edition:
Pocket Books, November 1974
Cover:
see 'hero'. Illustration by Hector Garrido.
Cool lines:
She kicked him in the balls. But he didn't have any balls. The kick that would have disabled a normal man just left him standing there, looking slightly greenish.
"This is a knife that gelded my father," he said proudly. "He was chief eunuch before me, in harem of Emir's father."
"It's always nice to be mutilated by a family heirloom," she said dryly.
