I just finished reading two novels that sequentially made a very interesting reading experience. The first was The 9/11 Machine by Greg Enslen. I am not including a link to it, because I don't want anyone to accidentally buy it. In fact, I am going to ruthlessly spoil it in the hope that it will help you decide to avoid it. To be fair, if you picked up a paper copy for free, it could still be used to prop up a desk or bookshelf on an uneven floor, so it's not completely useless.
The second was Starter Villain by John Scalzi. I'm including a link to the Wikipedia page rather than the Amazon page because the Amazon link had such a long extension that I felt like I was sharing too much information.
T9/11M was a tough read. On Amazon the average rating is 4.3 stars out of 5, which I find puzzling. I would rate it 2 stars, because the plot was constructed well enough that I wanted to know what would happen next, and how it all eventually ended. This gave me the patience to continue reading, or at least skimming, as our protagonist, Doctor Don Ellis heroed his way through this shit-show of a time-travel story.
Yeah, the 9/11 machine is a time machine, and Doctor Don Ellis (there's no way I can make you as sick of his name as I was by the end) is the only one clever enough to invent it. Ever. He does it in the 10 years after 9/11 because his wife and daughter died in that event, and he is determined to save them.
The time travel theory in this book seems to be the single-stream version, in which whatever you do changes the future, wiping out the future that you had previously experienced. Somehow Doctor Don Ellis figures this out before he takes his first big trip, so it does not bother him to murder his project manager before he leaves. Sure, he could have waited until the guy went home, but he wanted to make sure no one else had access to his time machine, and burning down the building and erasing all the plans would not have been enough.
Up until this point, it had been a struggle for me to maintain interest in Doctor Don Ellis, in part because he suffered from Main Character Syndrome. Murdering his project manager made me hate him, and wish that he would fail. It was very disappointing, though hardly surprising, that he did not fail. At one point he got severe radiation poisoning, and I thought, "Excellent, now he can send his journals and notes back to his younger self and redeem his shitty life and I will be satisfied as his body falls apart." Of course, that did not happen. He cleverly sent himself into the future, with a timer sent to bring him back, and happened to choose a time and place right outside a very high-tech hospital that treats people with severe radiation burns and makes no demands of them and installs a f**king skin-computer in your forearm that makes your plot armor even more robust.
He finds three different versions of his wife and daughter in his travels, all with different versions of him, of course. He makes creepy observations and is quickly accepted, as one would expect an obsessive dick-head of a time-traveler to be. Anyone who talks with him either kisses his ass or is quickly put in their place. When it's an alternate version of him, sometimes both. At times, I felt like Eslen was on the verge of realizing that Doctor Don Ellis was a colossal a$$-hole, but never quite got there.
In "Groundhog Day" Bill Murray's character becomes insanely competent and empathetic by living the same day over and over, for at least 8 years, maybe more like 34 years, and wouldn't surprise me if it was longer. In the Andy Samberg movie "Palm Springs," he is trapped long enough that he can't remember what his job was before the loop started, and Cristin Milioti's character has time to learn a lot about something very complicated. I won't spoil Palm Springs, because it is very much worth watching, and the less you know, the more fun it is.
Doctor Don Ellis makes four loops by the end of this novel. He has been cured of fatal radiation poisoning, restored to a youthful appearance, and therefore seems capable of replaying history as much as he wants. It also doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest to write off branching timelines, including the one that upgraded his body. When an alternate version of his wife gets mad at him for not stopping the "final" version of 9/11, he says he tried. He tried really hard. And it always went wrong. All four times. Then she says, "Oh, well then, if you tried, I guess it's okay."
When I got to the end of the story, it felt good. Like when you have been hitting your thumb with a hammer over and over, then stop. I was so happy, just knowing that I would never have to read this dumb story with it's annoying protagonist, Doctor Don Ellis, ever again. Then I realized that there was still five or six percent of the book left to go. It was notes on the real 9/11, and the conspiracy theories, and descriptions of the event, and... I am not sure what else. I started skimming, then stopped even that, because I just couldn't take any more. All of that research, and yet somehow Doctor Don Ellis never figured out that Iraq did not have weapons of mass destruction, or didn't give enough of a shit to steer the USA away from invading it.
My friends, I have not had a good hate-read in a long time. That will do me for a while. Maybe forever. That book had been on my Kindle since 2012, with the first 3% read.
The advantage to reading T9/11M was that my next read was Starter Villain by John Scalzi. My expectations were high, based on his novel Redshirts and a handful of short stories. SV exceeded expectations: the characters were likeable, it occasionally made me laugh out loud, and the pacing was perfect. I was sad when it was finished, but it does not need a sequel, and Scalzi is wise enough to not write one. Amazon lists it as 268 pages, compared to T9/11M's 337 please-kill-me-now pages. I finished reading Starter Villain within 24 hours, whereas T9/11M took me approximately forever to read, and made me wish that I had a paper copy so that I could throw it across the room, out the window, into the toilet, or perhaps a furnace. I do hope that I bought it on sale, or got it for free. Back in 2012, there were lots of free books out there, and one reviewer said that it was free.
The frustrating thing is that the premise of T9/11M is not bad: a man who invents a time machine because he wants to fix the past. The constraint of having our 9/11 be the best of all possible worlds is a tough one to work with, and I don't believe Enslen was up to the challenge. It felt like he had only a passing familiarity with the time-travel genre, but also an unhealthy fixation on his hero, Doctor Don Ellis, who was the only character that was painted with any depth, in spite of which I found him detestable.
You have to take the good with the bad in life. Sometimes you even have to seek out the bad, and go through it, to appreciate the good. Reading The 9/11 Machine (stupid title as well, but I suppose The Time Machine was taken and the author had trouble holding more than two ideas in his head at once) is not absolutely necessary to read in order to appreciate other books, but mentally dismantling a bad piece of art is one way to appreciate the good ones.
And look, I started writing this review nine hours ago. I've done other things, including reading the last hour or so of Starter Villain, helping Quinten to read Jurrasic Park, watching an episode of "The Expanse" (which may be my new favorite science fiction t.v. show) and some other reading as well. A pretty good day!
