(pb; 1988)
From the back cover:
“Even before the murder of the world’s most detestable cult author, Rubicon was destined to go down in fen history as the most outrageous fantasy convention ever. The great chronicler of the fantasy adventures of the noble Viking warrior, Tratyn Runewind, was suddenly no more. Appin Dungannon was dead – a bullet through his heart and a spilled bottle of scotch at his side. Who hated him enough to kill him? The answer: Practically everyone.
“James Owens Mega, creator of that deathless tome, Bimbos of the Death Sun, dons the role of Dungeon Master, and solves this uproarious whodunit in the ultimate role-playing game climax.”
Review:
Less a mystery than a good-natured spoofing of geekdom, Bimbos focuses on humor, not murder.
Read strictly as a mystery, Bimbos fails. The writing’s good, but the identity of the killer is obvious way before the Thin Man-like finale. Combined with its comedic elements, it’s an innovative (with its con backdrop), fun beach read.
Worth your time, this.
Followed by Zombies of the Gene Pool.
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