THE WORLD WALKER by Ian Sainsbury

I am not sure what to say about this book.  I sot of liked it.  I didn’t like it.  It was strangely weird.  It was  properly strange.  Let me explain.  If I can.

Roswell, NM.  1947.  What seems to be an extraterrestrial  spaceship crashes in the desert.  A being is found, and whisked away to an unmarked secret facility, where it does absolutely nothing.  Until now, when it seems to wake up and just walk through the walls and leave.

A young man, faced with a cancer death sentence, walks out into the desert where he plans to kill himself.  Slashes wrist, is bleeding out on the ground.  Mysterious being approaches, heals him.

A magician in Australia finds he can manifest real elephants in his shows.

A pretty much secret international group of people who can work magic.  With a k.  Magick.  But they call it manna.  Using manna.  Another secret society using manna is the Sons of Satan.  OK, that’s not the name.  I forget the exact name, but something like that.  Nasty bunch.  Headed by a woman, who requires the unwilling services of young men hung upside down on Xs on pentagrams bleeding to death so she can do her spells.

A secret terribly powerful paramilitary organization with an awful lot of pricey high tech weaponry and equipment and helicopters.  Run by a guy who nobody has seen.

The young man in the desert now finds himself with massive superpowers, and the secretary military force is after him, and that Satan lady is after him because she wants to use him as her final sacrifice, and the young man, Seb,  also finds that with his superpowers comes himself divided into three parts, (Omnia Gallia in tres partes divisa est), one part of which claims to be his subconscious and acts like a whole separate person, and which I took to represent the ego, the id and the superego.  meh.

He now finds through his mentor that he has unlimited capacity for sex with no debilitating effects.  With multiple partners.  At the same time.  Sounds like every teenage boy’s wet dream.

OK, so we have a mash-up of aliens, alien technology, magic, violence, gratuitous violence, military stuff, Freudian psychology, lite porn, and ….  so’s we don’t leave out the ladies, …  a romance between Seb and a gal he knows, although why she would want him now since he is banging everything in sight is beyond me, but since it is written by a male writer, I can see why he would think so.

There was also a whole back story of his time as a orphan in an orphanage.  There was a whole lot of a whole lot. It felt like the Trope of the Week book, which my Dearly Beloved liked very much and I found annoying.  I was likin’ the whole alien thing, and then everything became about magic, and OK, are we going the fantasy route?  I can dig that.  But then we had the whole tearjerking orphan back story, and just when I was getting into that, we had the paramilitary, which while I didn’t love it, I could deal with it, when Enter Stage Left come the Satanists and their carnage.

It sort of all came together in the end, but really, superpowers?  And there are several more volumes to this?  The Dearly Beloved downloaded the next in the series, The Unmaking Engine,  which I am not sure I will bother reading.   I am not a big fan of gratuitous violence, being of the gamboling through the daisy-filled hillsides kind of a chick.

He wakes up and finds he has superpowers?  Sounds like every second-rate YA book ever written.

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