Andy Brown

The Year of the Locust is like reading a Steven Seagall film. The main character is a behind enemy lines spy who can also pilot a nuclear sub. He speaks Arabic, Russian and oh yeah …he can time travel too. But only to stop mutants infected by space metal. Worst of all it takes nearly 800 pages for this arse gravy (thank you Stephen Fry) to truly reveal itself. It is as if the real writer was kidnapped halfway through this book and replaced by the script writer for Police Academy 6.