Phil Gigante sounds like he’s having fun with this offbeat sci-fi pulp adventure featuring a thief named Slippery Jim diGriz. This long-running series contains much first-person dialogue, making it ideal for audio. Satire rather than character development, a focus on problem-solving, and a sardonic twist of romance are the story elements that result in a canvas of melodrama that will remind listeners of the Golden Age stories of L. Ron Hubbard and the exploits of Han Solo. Gigante capitalizes on his opportunity to summon a full range of emotions and to demonstrate various humorous accents as diGriz confronts robots and aliens. J.L. 2011 Audies Winner © AudioFile 2011, Portland, Maine
The Stainless Steel Rat by Harry Harrison - All human history shows that not all humans are men; some are mules, and some are wolves-and there are always a few rats.
When the office door opened suddenly I knew the game was up. It had been a money-maker-but it was all over. As the cop walked in I sat back in the chair and put on a happy grin. He had the same somber expression and heavy foot that they all have-and the same lack of humor. I almost knew to the word what he was going to say before he uttered a syllable.
"James Bolivar diGriz I arrest you on the charge-"
I was waiting for the word charge, I thought it made a nice touch that way. As he said it I pressed the button that set off the charge of black powder in the ceiling, the crossbeam buckled and the three-ton safe dropped through right on the top of the cop's head. He squashed very nicely, thank you. The cloud of plaster dust settled and all I could see of him was one hand, slightly crumpled. It twitched a bit and the index finger pointed at me accusingly. His voice was a little muffled by the safe and sounded a bit annoyed. In fact he repeated himself a bit.
"... On the charge of illegal entry, theft, forgery-"
He ran on like that for quite a while, it was an impressive list but I had heard it all before. I didn't let it interfere with my stuffing all the money from the desk drawers into my suitcase. The list ended with a new charge and I would swear on a stack of thousand credit notes that high that there was a hurt tone in his voice.
"In addition the charge of assaulting a police robot will be added to your record. This was foolish since my brain and larynx are armored and in my midsection-"
"That I know well, George, but your little two-way radio is in the top of your pointed head and I don't want you reporting to your friends just yet."
The Stainless Steel Rat by Harry Harrison - All human history shows that not all humans are men; some are mules, and some are wolves-and there are always a few rats.
When the office door opened suddenly I knew the game was up. It had been a money-maker-but it was all over. As the cop walked in I sat back in the chair and put on a happy grin. He had the same somber expression and heavy foot that they all have-and the same lack of humor. I almost knew to the word what he was going to say before he uttered a syllable.
"James Bolivar diGriz I arrest you on the charge-"
I was waiting for the word charge, I thought it made a nice touch that way. As he said it I pressed the button that set off the charge of black powder in the ceiling, the crossbeam buckled and the three-ton safe dropped through right on the top of the cop's head. He squashed very nicely, thank you. The cloud of plaster dust settled and all I could see of him was one hand, slightly crumpled. It twitched a bit and the index finger pointed at me accusingly. His voice was a little muffled by the safe and sounded a bit annoyed. In fact he repeated himself a bit.
"... On the charge of illegal entry, theft, forgery-"
He ran on like that for quite a while, it was an impressive list but I had heard it all before. I didn't let it interfere with my stuffing all the money from the desk drawers into my suitcase. The list ended with a new charge and I would swear on a stack of thousand credit notes that high that there was a hurt tone in his voice.
"In addition the charge of assaulting a police robot will be added to your record. This was foolish since my brain and larynx are armored and in my midsection-"
"That I know well, George, but your little two-way radio is in the top of your pointed head and I don't want you reporting to your friends just yet."
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BN ID: | 2940159520586 |
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Publisher: | Scott Miller |
Publication date: | 08/17/2023 |
Series: | Lost Sci-Fi , #144 |
Edition description: | Unabridged |
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