Dorsai!

I'm still in recovery from the eyerolling that happened for the last chapter of this book. I'm gonna go ahead and spoil this one out in the open. Donal Graeme, of the planet Dorsai(!), is an intuitive superman. I wish those weren't the exact words used, but they are. He's so awesome that everyone else's ideas are dumb and he just intuitively knows the right course of action. Must be why he was such a dunderhead with the one (ok...there was one and a half) female character in the book. He was intuitively building himself up to be the greatest man in the galaxy and he must have intuitively known that she was genetically programmed to, at the moment of her maturity, gravitate to the most awesomest man in the universe and secure him as her own. She of course, as a Woman, can appreciate this without understanding it (paraphrase, not extrapolation, of a quote from the book).

Mary Fucking Mother Of God. Fuck. I couldn't wait to be done.

If you are into reading contrived tactical puzzles where Donal intuits his way out perfectly, this might be the book for you. For me, I'll skip the misogyny and close out my 1950s challenge. Here's to the 60s.