Just Superlative

I happened to pick up a debut novel titled Singularity, penned by the unfortunately-named Bill DeSmedt. The jacket flap copy on this novel had three all-caps headers:

A MAVERICK ASTROPHYSICIST
(this character “fingered the culprit”)
A ROOKIE SECRET AGENT
(a woman! and fresh out of secret agent school, where she probably double-majored in w.m.d. and jujitsu, but men still describe her as pretty)
AN UNCANNY CONSULTANT
(consultants are bad enough, but the uncanny ones… those you gotta watch out for.)

How come no one ever says
A ROGUE GRAPHIC DESIGNER
A MAVERICK PASTOR
AN UNCANNY PONY?

But it gets better. In ONE sentence, DeSmedt uses all of the following: elaborate ruse, infiltrate, and dangerous gambit.

It leaves me quite breathless.

I hope there’s a hoax, a sanitorium, a near-meltdown, a supercollider, and some amnesia. I’m also thinking an exotic locale, a caravan, an epic journey, and a talisman.

And something will undoubtedly “go awry.” Oooooo! Shivers.

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