Review: “Naked in Death” by J. D. Robb

Neither thumbs up nor thumbs down for Naked in Death by J. D. Robb. Science fiction romantic suspense.

This is going to be one of those reviews in which it seems I didn’t enjoy reading the book. That is not the case. It was an immensely fun page-turner, which I plowed through in three sittings. Nora Roberts knows how to tell an engaging story. That said: man, I could write a paper on this. It would be called “The problematic shadow of the ‘Alpha Male’ trope and dated standards of consent in Liberal-utopia near-future science fiction.” I like that she wrote it at all, but half of my fascination with it was analyzing the ways in which it’s broken. I’m not going to write the paper. If you do, please send it to me.

It gave her a chance to browse the books, to puzzle over the titles. Some she had heard of. Even with a state education, she’d been required to read Steinbeck and Chaucer, Shakespeare and Dickens. The curriculum had taken her through King and Grisham, Morrison and Grafton.

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