Soon I Will Be Invincible

Soon I Will Be Invincible

by Austin Grossman

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ISBN-13: 9780307279866
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date: 06/10/2008
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 262,371
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.02(h) x 0.69(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Austin Grossman is a video-game design consultant and a doctoral candidate in English literature at the University of California, Berkeley, where he specializes in Romantic and Victorian literature. He lives in Berkeley.

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CHAPTER ONE

FOILED AGAIN

This morning on planet Earth, there are one thousand, six hundred, and eighty-six enhanced, gifted, or otherwise-superpowered persons. Of these, one hundred and twenty-six are civilians leading normal lives. Thirty-eight are kept in research facilities funded by the Department of Defense, or foreign equivalents. Two hundred and twenty-six are aquatic, confined to the oceans. Twenty-nine are strictly localized—powerful trees and genii loci, the Great Sphinx, and the Pyramid of Giza. Twenty-five are microscopic (including the Infinitesimal Seven). Three are dogs; four are cats; one is a bird. Six are made of gas. One is a mobile electrical effect, more of a weather pattern than a person. Seventy-seven are alien visitors. Thirty-eight are missing. Forty-one are off-continuity, permanent émigrés to Earth’s alternate realities and branching timestreams.

Six hundred and seventy-eight use their powers to fight crime, while four hundred and forty-one use their powers to commit them. Forty-four are currently confined in Special Containment Facilities for enhanced criminals. Of these last, it is interesting to note that an unusually high proportion have IQs of 300 or more—eighteen to be exact. Including me.

I don’t know why it makes you evil. It’s just what you find at the extreme right edge of the bell curve, the one you’d get if six billion minds took an intelligence test and you looked at the dozen highest scores. Picture yourself on that graph, sliding rightward and downslope toward the very brightest, down that gradually gentler hill, out over the top million, the top ten thousand—all far smarter than anyone most people ever meet—out to the top thousand—and now things are getting sparser—the last hundred, and it’s not a slope at all now, just a dot every once in a while. Go out to the last few grains of sand, the smartest of the smartest of the smartest, times a thousand. It makes sense that people would be a little odd out here. But you really have to wonder why we all end up in jail.

Wake-up for me is at 6:30 a.m., half an hour earlier than the rest of the inmates. There’s no furniture in my cell—I’m stretched out on the painted green rectangle where I’m allowed to sleep. The way my skin is, I hardly feel it anyway. The facility is rated for enhanced offenders, but I’m the only one currently in residence. I am their showpiece, the pride of the system, and a regular feature on the governor’s tours for visiting dignitaries. They come and watch the performance, to see the tiger in his cage, and I don’t disappoint.

The guard raps on the plexiglas wall with his nightstick, so I get up slowly and move to the red painted circle, where they run a scan, X ray, radiation, and the rest. Then they let me put on clothes. I get eight minutes while they check the route. You can do a lot of thinking in eight minutes. I think about what I’ll do when I get out of here. I think about the past.

If I had writing materials, I might write a guidebook, a source of advice and inspiration for the next generation of masked criminals, bent prodigies, and lonely geniuses, the ones who’ve been taught to feel different, or the ones who knew it from the start. The ones who are smart enough to do something about it. There are things they should hear. Somebody has to tell them.

I’m not a criminal. I didn’t steal a car. I didn’t sell heroin, or steal an old lady’s purse. I built a quantum fusion reactor in 1978, and an orbital plasma gun in 1979, and a giant laser-eyed robot in 1984. I tried to conquer the world and almost succeeded, twelve times and counting.

When they take me away, it goes to the World Court—technically I’m a sovereign power. You’ve seen these trials—the Elemental, Rocking Horse, Dr. Stonehenge. They put you in a glass and steel box. I’m still dangerous, you know, even without my devices. People stare at you; they can’t believe what you look like. They read out the long list of charges, like a tribute. There isn’t really a trial—it’s not like you’re innocent. But if you’re polite, then at the end they’ll let you say a few words.

They’ll ask questions. They’ll want to know why. “Why did you . . . hypnotize the president?” “Why did you . . . take over Chemical Bank?”

I’m the smartest man in the world. Once I wore a cape in public, and fought battles against men who could fly, who had metal skin, who could kill you with their eyes. I fought CoreFire to a standstill, and the Super Squadron, and the Champions. Now I have to shuffle through a cafeteria line with men who tried to pass bad checks. Now I have to wonder if there will be chocolate milk in the dispenser. And whether the smartest man in the world has done the smartest thing he could with his life.

I stand by the door in a ring of armed men while my cell is checked by three specialists with a caseful of instruments. From the tiers come yells, shouts of encouragement, or catcalls. They want to see a show. Then I march, past their eyes, followed by two men in partial armor with bulky high-tech sidearms. They have to wait until I pass before their morning lineup.

There’s a lot of prison talk about my powers. Inmates believe my eyes can emit laser beams, that my touch is electrical or poisonous, that I come and go as I please through the walls, that I hear everything. People blame things on me—stolen silverware and doors left unlocked. There is even, I note with pride, a gang named after me now: the Impossibles. Mostly white-collar criminals.

I’m allowed to mingle with the general population at mealtimes and in the recreation yard, but I always have a table to myself. I’ve fooled them too many times by speed or misdirection. By now they know to serve my food in paper dishes, and when I turn in my tray they count the plastic utensils, twice. One guard watches my hands as I eat; another checks under the table. After I sit down, they make me roll up my sleeves and show my hands, both sides, like a magician.

Look at my hands. The skin’s a little cool—about 96.1 degrees, if you’re curious—and a little rigid: a shirt with extra starch. That skin can stop a bullet; it stopped five of them in my latest arrest as I ran up Seventh Avenue in my cape and helmet, sweating through the heavy cloth. The bruises are still there, not quite faded.

I have a few other tricks. I’m strong, much stronger than should be possible for a mammal my size. Given time and inclination, I could overturn a semi, or rip an ATM out of a wall. I’m not a city-wrecker, not on my own. When Lily and I worked together, she handled that part of it. I’m mostly about the science. That’s my main claim to life in the Special Containment Wing, where everything down to the showerheads is either titanium or set two inches deep in reinforced concrete. I’m also faster than I should be—something in the nerve pathways changed in the accident.

Every once in a while a new prisoner comes after me, hoping to make his reputation by breaking a prison-made knife against my ribs, a stolen pencil, or a metal spoon folded over and sharpened. It happens at mealtimes, or in the exercise yard. There is a premonitory hush as soon as he steps into the magic circle, the empty space that moves with me. The guards never step in—maybe it’s policy, to alienate me from the prison population, or maybe they just enjoy seeing me pull the trick, proof again that they’re guarding the fourth-most-infamous man alive. I straighten a little in the metal chair, set my single plastic spoon down on the folding table.

After the whip crack of the punch, there is silence, ringout, the sighing collapse. The heap of laundry is carried away and I’ll be left alone again until the next tattooed hopeful makes his play. Inside, I want to keep going, keep fighting until the bullets knock me down, but I never do. I’m smarter than that. There are stupid criminals and there are smart criminals, and then there is me.

This is so you know. I haven’t lost any of what I am, my intrinsic menace, just because they took away my devices, my tricks, and my utility belt. I’m still the brilliant, the appalling, the diabolical Doctor Impossible, damn it. And yes, I am invincible.

All superheroes have an origin. They make a big deal of it, the story of how they got their powers and their mission. Bitten by a radioactive bug, they fight crime; visited by wandering cosmic gods, they search for the lost tablets of so-and-so, and avenge their dead families. And villains? We come on the scene, costumed and leering, colorfully working out our inexplicable grudge against the world with an oversized zap gun or cosmic wormhole. But why do we rob banks rather than guard them? Why did I freeze the Supreme Court, impersonate the Pope, hold the Moon hostage?

I happen to know they’ve got practically nothing in my file. A few old aliases, newspaper clippings, testimony from a couple of old enemies. The original accident report, maybe. The flash was visible for miles. That’s what people talk about when they talk about who I am, a nerd with an attitude and subpar lab skills. But there was another accident, one that nobody saw, a slow disaster that started the morning I arrived there. Nowadays it has a name, Malign Hypercognition Disorder. They’re trying to learn about it from me, trying to figure out whose eyes are going to be looking out at them from behind a mask in thirty years.

I have a therapist here, “Steve,” a sad-eyed Rogerian I’m taken to see twice a week in a disused classroom. “Do you feel angry?” “What did you really want to steal?” The things I could tell him—secrets of the universe! But he wants to know about my childhood. I try to relax and remind myself of my situation—if I kill him, they’ll just send another.

It could be worse—there are stories villains tell one another about the secret facilities out in the Nevada desert, the maximum-intensity enhanced containment facilities, for the ones they catch but are truly afraid of, the ones they can’t kill and can only barely control. Fifty-meter shafts filled with concrete, frozen cells held to near absolute zero. Being here means playing a delicate game—I’m in the lion’s jaws. I mustn’t scare them too badly. But Steve has his questions. “Who was the first one to hit you?” “When did you leave home?” “Why did you want to control the world? Do you feel out of control?” The past creeps in, perils of an eidetic memory.

It’s a danger in my line of work to tell too much; I know that now. And last time I told them everything, giving it all away like a fool, how I was going to do it, how escape was impossible. And they just listened, smirking. And it would have worked, too. The calculations were correct.

By the time the bus came that morning it was raining pretty hard, and the world was a grayed-out sketch of itself, the bus a dim hulk as it approached, the only thing moving. Inside the bus shelter, the rain drummed hollowly on the plastic ceiling, and my glasses were fogging up. It was 6:20 a.m., and my parents and I were standing, stunned and half-awake, in the parking lot of a Howard Johnson’s in Iowa.

I knew that it was a special morning and that I should be feeling something, that this was one of the Big Events in a person’s life, like marriage or a bar mitzvah, but I had never had a Big Event and I didn’t know what it was supposed to be like. An hour earlier,  my alarm had gone off; my mother stuffed me into a scratchy sweater that was starting to itch in the late September warmth. We trooped out to the car and drove through the gray, silent town, the deserted city center, and turned into the lot by the mighty I-80. When my mother cut the engine, there were a few seconds of silence as we listened to the rain rapping on the ceiling. Then my father said, “We’ll wait with you at the bus stop.” So we dashed across the steaming asphalt to the plexiglas shelter. The rain sizzled down and cars and trucks swooshed by, and we stood there. Maybe someone said something.

I was thinking about how that fall everything would start without me at Lincoln Middle School. In a few days, everyone I knew would be meeting their new teachers, and the accelerated math class would be starting geometry, doing proofs. In June, we had gotten a letter from the Iowa Department of Education, offering to send me to a new school they were starting called the Peterson School of Math and Science. The year before, they gave a standardized test during homeroom, and everyone who scored in the top half a percentile got a letter. They gave me a talk about whether I would miss my friends or Mr. Reynolds, my math teacher.

I told them I would go. I didn’t think about how weird it was going to be, waiting for a bus with my clothes in bags. The kids at school would remember me as the kid who never talked, who drew weird pictures and always wore the same clothes, and cried when he dropped his lunch, who was supposed to be really good at math. . . . Whatever happened to him? Where did he disappear to?

The bus pulled in; a man got out and checked the fistful of signed forms I held out to him, then threw my bags into the compartment that opened in the metal side. My parents hugged me, and I climbed the steps into a warm darkness that smelled of strangers’ breath. I walked unsteadily into the dimly fluorescent-lit space, glimpsing faces passing in rows, until I found a pair of empty seats just as the bus roared and pulled out of the parking lot. I remembered to look for a last glimpse of my parents watching me leave, then we surged up the on-ramp and into through traffic. Suddenly I hated the sopping morning and the impersonal helpfulness of my parents, always a little held back, as if they were afraid to know me; and I was glad to be gone, glad to have no part of them, to be where no one knew me, away from the quiet of their house, their self-restraint. I had a dim inner vision of myself rising up in flame.

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J_Blaze_Magic More than 1 year ago
I loved this, and I don't even like to read. It was such a cool idea, all the comic book cliches were fantasic, right down to the over-used lines such as: "You'll never stop me!" and "It's over for you!" Doctor Impossible was the best character. He was all the greatest and funniest super villains rolled into one. I also really liked Mister Mystic and Black Wolf - way cool. If you like comic books or movies based on comic books you HAVE to read this!
Esmeralda_Gypsy More than 1 year ago
I adored everything about this book. The characters were so much fun and so colorful, but completely stuck to the "comic book" genre ideas of how good guys and bad guys act toward each others. There were many comflicts amongst the Champions - the good guys - and Doctor Impossible - the bad guy and self-proclaimed "Smartest man on the planet" - had problems with them and all of his own ideas. He was definitely the coolest character. The twist with Lily was cool, too, and I really liked Damsel and Blackwolf. If you even kind of enjoy comic books or super hero sagas, you must read this! It is a great way to spend a rainy day!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can't recommend this novel highly enough. One of the most satisfying reading experiences I've had in a very long while. It embraces the conventions of superhero comics and lovingly re-creates them, and the author has the confidence to take the subject matter seriously and avoid either pretense or mockery. Despite the growing appetite for superhero stories amongst the general public, I sense that there seems to be some unwritten rule that says that the genre is still primarily some glorified sub-section of children's literature. I've read way too many reviews for this book that seem almost apologetic for being positive, like somehow WIlliam Faulkner and Herman Melville are rolling in their graves because adults are reading a novel that has characters in it who can fly, and that such a novel was written without children as their primary intended audience. That's a load of bollocks. It's an insult to the intelligence of both the author and the readers. The former knows damn well what he's doing, and most of the latter are probably smart enough to know that they aren't reading Moby Dick.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Austin Grossman's debut novel Soon I Will Be Invincible rests on two points of view: that of super villain Doctor Impossible, who has an IQ of 300 and rookie superhero female cyborg Fatale. And there is the battle between good and evil, with people trying to take over the world in one way or another, but it's not always clear exactly who is doing what. Addressing childhood, shame, love, lust, and the weird twists of fate that make us who we are, the book shows how sometimes the difference between one path in life and another might be a chance word, a bit of kindness, and someone understanding. My daughter wasn't too fond of the writing, though for the most part I enjoyed it, with trite comic book dialog craftily placed to create a kind of character chiaroscuro, only the contrast not being between literal light and dark, but the metaphoric public and private parts of someone's psyche that help define the whole person. There were times that I thought the story got badly out of hand - for example, one character realizes the real identity of another and states it, when a hint would have done the trick and left one area of tension and suspense for resolution at the end for greater effect. But overall, worth the read and a book I can recommend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Love the book, the comic book cliché¿s the ingenuity of the evil Dr. Impossible. Can¿t help to feel sorry for the bad guy on this one, you actually root for the guy most of the times. It does remind me of the Disney movie 'The Impossibles'. I am tell you this is a must read if you one day thinking about ruling the world.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed 'Soon' immensely. It paid homage to not just comic book super heroes, but comic booke readers anyone who considers themselves a fan of comic books should read this. Austin Grossman adds a level of reality to his characters that has never before been attempted in comic book literature. In essence, he casts his characters in a very human light when they are, indeed, more than human. My only problem with teh book (so noted by the score of 4 out of 5 stars) was the terribly weak ending. Ambiguity is a comic book staple, however the climax was, well, anti-climactic. The only way this would truly suck is if Austin Grossman left it there: If he writes sequals, I will forgive him this transgression. Enjoy this fun and funny read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was one of the best books I've read in a very, very long time. The story of a comic book evil genius that has you hoping that he WILL dominate the world. Few books have made me laugh so much! I highly recommend this book - it will be well worth your time.
snarkhunt on LibraryThing 7 months ago
It's light, it's fun, it's about superheroes and supervillains. But where I like idea literature, this is character literature, and it seems that it mainly succeeds by calling out the common tropes. By the end, I didn't really care what happened, and the twists were pretty easy to spot out on the horizon.But it is fun.
flipside3 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Taking the superhero tale and twisting it a bit, we get to see the super villain's perspective as well as the up and coming hero. I found it interesting that, although a Superman type character is a part of the story, he was noticeably not the main character. Though his influence on the events in this tale are firmly felt.While some of the book felt a tad muddled, it was a very interesting tale. I really liked the super villain and was hoping he'd grow a little more than he did. In the end I was still left smiling.
bumpish on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I loved this book. It was one of those books where I got a little sad towards the end because I knew it was coming to an end soon. I am a lifelong comic book fan, and this book fell right in that sweet spot. The characters were interesting, the plot was interesting, and the universe that they inhabit is very much a twisted mirror of our own. I would recommend this to anyone who likes superhero stories, but has a little bit of villain stuck deep down inside them, begging to be fed.
kaythetall on LibraryThing 8 months ago
As a novel, fairly innovative. Explores the mundane aspects of a world full of superpowers and magic from comic books. But entirely derivative of 'realistic' comic books. It lifts themes directly from Watchmen, Powers, Ultimates, and Astro City. The plot is not terribly gripping, but some nice character touches keep you interested.A summer beach read, for better and worse.
Liberuno on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This book was a fun/light read. My main qualm with this book was that most of the characters were not very detailed and could have been developed further.I do love Dr. Impossible as a character however and the chapters from his point of view were definitely my favorites.
rpuchalsky on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A good comic book pastiche whose high points are the attempts to make the mad scientist supervillain psychologically plausible. The other half of the narration, by an upcoming superhero, doesn't work as well, and there are occasional overexplanations, but in general the book succeeds at what it's trying to do.
Shrike58 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is more of a playful homage to the superhero genre then a deconstruction of it (read "The Watchmen" if you want that), that mostly works because the author appreciates that the villains are almost always more fun then the heroes. In this case particularly since Dr. Impossible is so driven by his resentments and ambitions and enthusiasms (Wil E. Coyote could have been his godfather) that he dominates the book, whereas the team of heroes tasked with bringing him to justice, yet again, are so suffering from the thousand-yard stare that they've lost much of their flair, but they haven't quite yet become anti-heroes. The exception is the new gal Fatale, a cyborg ex-intelligence operative who sees the Champions as a meal ticket (it takes a lot of upkeep to keep a half-machine girl going you know), and who has the cynical and conflicted anti-hero pose down pat. Much of the payoff of the novel comes in the form of Dr. Impossible and Fatale having their own personal moments of insight, and moving beyond mere obsession and embracing promethean drive. If I have a particular problem with this book it's that early on Fatale reminds me too much of Justina Robson's character Lila Black, though Grossman does wind up with a character that's considerably different in outlook from Robson's take on the half-machine girl.
conformer on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A neat and attractive concept for a niche audience that can't seem to get enough superhero crap, but at the same time a reactionary product to add to the encroaching trend of comic book adaptations, original and otherwise. Full-text novelizations of graphic novels are nothing new, but they all are hampered by the removal of the graphics, leaving that up to the reader, the seasoned of which should have no problem filling in the blanks.While the group dynamic of the Champions superteam members is believable enough, their legacy and backstory is as rich as any canon from the Golden Age, and and telling the story from the viewpoint of the new recruit is a clever method of exposition, the book ultimately falls flat when in the hands of its antagonist. Despite being the archetypal evil genius, (which is niftily explained as a legitimate psychological condition) Doctor Impossible gives us no reason to either cheer or jeer him. Blame this on the mishandling of his secret origin, which just makes him come across as a bitter nebbish with an inferiority complex. In the end, the inevitable battle royale between heroes and villain is little more than a catch-and-release program on a secret island base.Not bad, but not great, either.
lmichet on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Profoundly unmoved by this one. The premise was excellent, but to a degree it all felt like an extraordinarily-long buildup to a single punchline-- an incredible punchile, but a punchline nonetheless. I could have done without the superhero's point of view, really. Grossman does Doctor Impossible so well I wish he had simply stuck with him. But I won't complain too much-- it was good entertainment. I just wish I hadn't bought it.
Vedesangles on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The book was quite enjoyable. All the characters were well fleshed and you even found yourself rooting for the villain at some points. I also enjoyed the alternating POVs. It added some flavor to the story telling. Overall, a great read!
sturlington on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I am not a big comics reader, but I think this book would have been a lot more enjoyable if I were. I¿m sure there were a lot of plays on superhero tropes and comic book cliches that went over my head. As a result, I felt like I was constantly missing something as I read it. Oh, well.
crazybatcow on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I don't know how I ended up with this book to read but... I liked it. It's a super-hero book but is not childish or silly like I expected. It actually looks at characters and their motivations from a mature perspective. If it weren't for the supernatural talents the characters have, it could have been like a traditional thriller with well-developed characters.I think that's the surprising part of it all: how believable the characters were in a book that has characters who have unbelievable abilities. And the moral isn't as light as one would think, coming from a comic book.
jedisakora on LibraryThing 8 months ago
** spoiler alert ** First thing first i wasn't sure what to think coming into this book. I got this book from bookswamp on a whim and have had it sitting on my shelf for awhile. The other day i decided i wanted to read something different and grabbed it. I'm so very glad i did. First props to Austin Grossman for staring out with Doctor Impossible's POV. If it was Fatale's POV first i'm not sure i would have been as hooked as i was. Mainly because Doctor Impossible was the star of the book for me. I loved him and would have been just as happy reading only from his POV. Being that this book is a satire of the superhero genre i would have to say he was a mix of Magneto and Lex Luthor. Though in my mind since i read DC Comics and Dark Horse he was more of a parody of Lex Luthor mixed with some Riddler, Toyman, and the Penguin. I don't really read any Marvel. That being said of course CoreFire was a direct parody of Superman/Spiderman if i ever saw one. Away from that, most Superhero books rarely ever go into the minds of a villain. If they do it's often one dimensional. The same cannot be said for Doctor Impossible. You really got to see him dive into his psyche and see's what drives him. And the thing about it as a reader i could associate myself with him more than any of the Superhero's. Whom among us who were picked on or ignored at school would love just to be a super villain and rub it into those people's faces. Course the sane ones of us don't. One thing i really loved about Doctor Impossible is that he's not insane. He just knows he's better and smarter than everyone-else and why not flaunt it. Therefore when he breaks out of prison why not take over the world. He's obviously the right person to run it. At least in his head.Now onto the Superhero crowd. First things first, i didn't like Fatale or any of the superheroes much. They pretty much all annoyed me. I found Fatale to be a bit to whiny and the other hero's dull. I will admit i share Fatale's wish to hurt Elphin and kinda of wanted to see Rainbow Triumph die. They were all such one deminsion. The only one of interest was Regina. Whose story was a direct rip of Narnia. Still she was the most interesting for some reason. Plot wise sometimes "Soon I will Be Invincible" lagged. As in speed it up. The beginning went quite fast and the end was very much a page turner. Especially the twist with Lily. That was something i never saw coming. You hear about two separate people the whole book and not once do you put them together. Till you read it and it all makes since. What type of superhero book would be without a Joker like beginning.All in all, i'm looking forward to the next in the series. ^^Final rating: 4 stars. Interesting plot and characters that left me wanting to read more. Does have some corny bits to it though.
staceyh55 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I picked this book up because I liked the cover. I now recommend it to everyone because of the story. Though it is a sci-fi story per se, it is appealing to a broader audience due to the nature of the characters. Grossman creates people that you can relate to and a world that seems entirely possible. Going back and forth between the first person perspective of the established Super Villain and the newly emerging Super Hero, Grossman's story compels the reader to the finish.
frazle on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Terrific book!! Really funny and well written. I loved the supervillian perspecitive. :)
jmeisen on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I find it interesting that so many compare this book to Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons's "Watchmen," because in truth this book is the converse of "Watchmen." Moore's premise was: What would the world *really* be like if there were costumed crimefighters? If there were an invincible, superpowered hero? He took the world of comic books apart.Grossman, on the other hand, accepts the comic-book universe in all its glorious and inglorious silliness: super-science, mysterious aliens, alternate continuities, time travel, lab accidents creating superpowers, magic, and supervillains who always lose in the end. Then he tries to give characters in this world believable, human, motivations and emotions.He is not entirely successful at this. Fatale, the cyborg who is one of the two viewpoint characters, never feels as fully fleshed out (if you'll pardon the expression) as the other viewpoint character, the villain Doctor Impossible. (Lily would have been a more interesting character, but it would have been nearly impossible to use her for viewpoint while keeping secret her big reveal at the novel's climax.) And he strikes the occasional false note, as when Fatale, early on, refers to someone as resembling a "Star Trek" villain -- I don't think "Star Trek" would exist in the world he has presented us with.However, on the whole "Soon I Will Be Invincible" is an enjoyable, compulsively readable, and -- strangely enough -- believable novel. Nearly every subplot and character arc is brought to a satisfying climax, and if at the end we are left wanting more Doctor Impossible, that dedicated scientist would have it no other way.
SatansParakeet on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This is an interestingly semi-realistic look at what beak a super freak would really be like. These are people who are are weirdos adn sometimes powerful because of it, but they're still weird.
Semenchantics on LibraryThing 8 months ago
An entertaining read which appeals to the initiated comic book reader. However, some clumsy wording prevents this story from rising above.