Title: Earth to Robert
Product review: I started this book with the anticipation of one standing atop the Devil's Tower - a Pulitzer Prize-winning author (Robert Olen Butler), a Y2K millennial satire of the "ultimate message to mankind" and a commentary on the human penchant for dreaming of better things. As I read, the story literally died in my hands. The TV-speak used by Desi (Mr. Spaceman) became suffocatingly annoying. The examples of human yearning were poisoned by the inclusion of historically trivial events. The messiah metaphor was bludgeoned by a heavy-handed analogy to the Last Supper. And the final death throe was a one-page, O. Henry ending. This book is an "open-and-shut" case. Murder one. The Butler did it. Hang the author and let the book rest in peace. Not recommended.
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