I mean think about it...so what if you're reading a friend Whom you met through a site about a certain movie based on a book by Bret Easton Ellis (Hold on kiddies there'll be another reference to him later on) Might you not think Hmmm I'd enjoy that maybe too...
Anyways that little ramble leads up to this, A book Report of Sorts:
Treks Not Taken, a Collection of short stories written in the style of various western authors.
The intended point of this book is that these were Lost story ideas that had gotten pitched during the years of ST: TNG. There is impressive mimickery of the style of Anthony Burgess ("A Clockwork Data"), Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller ("Trek-22"), James Joyce, J.D. Salinger ("A Crusher in the Rye"), Tom Clancy, Michael Chriton, Anne Rice ("The Vampire LaForge" which is a Brilliant parody of IWTV and even manages to poke fun at some of Anne's little quirks) and Bret Easton Ellis ("Less than Data")
The two that most impressed me Were the Burgess, and the Rice. The following excerpt is from "A Clockwork Data":
"Make it so, then, eh?"
There was me, that is Pickhard, and my three crew, that is Wort, Georgie, and Datum (Datum being really datum), and we sat in the Enterprise Ten-Forward making up our rassoodocks what to do with the episode, a rank flip Fall Sweeps bastard though wry. The Ten-Forward Served Moloko Plus. That is, it served Molokos plus Klingons plus humans-in short, O my viewers, the Ten-Forward served anyone. You could peet it with synthehol or chase it with schnapps which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring the Big Window and All Its Hurtling Stars with lights bursting all over your sensors so that none of your words made sense at all any more.
and now "The Vampire Le Forge"
"I can't see..." said the engineer thoughtfully, and slowly he walked across the engine room toward the bow. For a long time he stood there against the hurtling lights and the passing specks of matter. "Not the way you think of seeing, anyway," he said at last. "For me the spectrum includes lush infrareds and prose-purple ultraviolets. I see residual heat and I see..." He stopped for a moment, then turned and looked at the young man with a private smile.
"Energy," he finished.
He gestured with an elegant hand at the tricorder on the table. "Is that on?" he asked. "I want to tell my whole story..."
To me this is one of the best forms of Literature analysis, to see what it is that makes a writers book an obvious book of that writer. and then this also adds the element that it also doesn't take some of these literary gods too seriously. I picked up my copy of this book at Half Price for five bucks.
Published in 1998 it is called. Treks Not Taken; a Parody by Steven R. Boyett.
a book I throughly recommend.