
2 stars
It’s like gay James Bond or Austin Powers, but unlike this book, James Bond movies are at least somewhat believable and interesting and Austin Powers movies are at least funny and entertaining.
I love James Bond movies. Yes they have their parts where you have to suspend your disbelief, but it generally isn’t over the top (with a couple of exceptions). I love the action and thriller elements, and yes I like the suaveness of Bond. Austin Powers, while a total spoof of James Bond, is still pretty well done. They’re funny (at least the first two anyway), but they also have some depth at times. This book felt like it was trying to be so much and incorporate elements of both James Bond and Austin Powers, but completely missed the mark.
The main character is a down-on-his-luck actor who gets a random chance to join a secret spy society made up of gay people. He gets about 5 minutes of training before being sent on increasingly unbelievable missions. This is made worse by the fact that he’s just not an enjoyable character. Yes, pop culture references can work, but my god you do not have to insert them in every single paragraph.
Also, can we please stop sexualizing children? There’s a scene where Reggie and Andrew pretend to be priests on a train. While on the train, a mother and her 12 year old son come up and ask them for a blessing, and Andrew’s thoughts immediately go to believing the 12 year old is gay because he’s looking at them. And then, in trying to connect with the kid, he asks if he enjoys Spiderman. Jericho (the kid) replies that he does and his favorite is Tom Holland. Andrew asks why, Jericho stares at him, and Andrew thinks the stare indicates it’s because of the way his butt looks in Spiderman spandex. Like. The kid is 12. An adult imagining a 12 year old pining over a grown man’s butt is frankly quite disgusting. A 12 year old boy probably likes Tom Holland as Spiderman because those movies are the most recent and he can understand them better culturally. We do not need to be putting anything about children thinking about how butts look in spandex. For fucks sake.
To go along with the above, Andrew enters the Vatican and is placed in a room with several other priests to sleep. At first he’s offended because he’s sexually rejected by the priests (even though none of them have said a word to him and he’s just assuming this because they looked away while eating dinner), and then when they undress for bed he’s disappointed because everyone is wearing big t-shirts and billowing shorts, and not “Mormon-style chastity garments.” And then, as Andrew pretends to read a Bible, a priest asks him what he’s studying, which turns into a discussion on the Prince of Egypt and then ends up with all the priests talking about all the men they think are hot and such.
Look. I may not be the most religious person around, and I understand everyone has their own beliefs, but there is just something about pretending to be a priest, sexualizing a child, and then getting into sexual talk with priests that gives me the ick.
I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention after the above, and then when Andrew is snuck into the Olympics to be a double for a diver and then actually has to perform I basically gave up. I did somehow still finish the book, but it was mostly against my will. Maybe this will appeal to people who love ridiculous and unbelievable spy stories with an obnoxious main character, but it did not appeal to me.








