So there’s an author named Stephen Hunter who has written a number of truly exceptional thrillers over the past decade or so. Point of Impact may be the single best page turner I’ve ever read.
I just read his newest book, I, Sniper, and all of a sudden, the book has turned from “here’s a exciting adventure starring a super-badass ex-marine” to “liberals are evil and stupid, and a super-badass ex-marine is better than them at everything, but they assume he’s a redneck because they’re stupid and evil. And the press is stupid and evil. And liberals all hate guns.”
Weird thing is, exactly the same thing happened to Vince Flynn a few years back, although Flynn could never hold a candle to Hunter in the first place.
Here’s the overall plot of this book (spoilers aplenty) (but you should read this, it’s pretty hilarious):
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So Ted Turner (yes, it’s very very obviously exactly Ted Turner, just using a different name) used to be a damned dirty hippie. And while he was a damned dirty hippie, he was the backup man in a bank robbery, and shot and killed some innocent bank guards. This was caught on film, and for many years a different aging hippie hung on to this film. Eventually, one aging hippie died, and some other aging hippies got ahold of it. Of course, being aging hippies, they were unethical scumbags, and they didn’t either give it to the cops or destroy it. Instead they tried to use it to blackmail Ted Turner. So he did the following, which has to rank high up there in the pantheon of idiotically overelaborate villainous schemes:
(1) hires a bunch of ruthless mercenary snipers
(2) has them kidnap a famous veteran former marine sniper (not our hero)
(3) keeps him sedated for a few weeks, steals his credit card and gun
(4) murders, sniper-style, several prominent aging vietnam-era peace protestors
(5) frames the kidnapped sniper for these murders, kills him, makes it look like suicide (ie, old sniper goes crazy, starts killing people who thought he was baby-killer 40 years earlier)
(6) among those sniped during this faked killing spree are the people who are blackmailing TT, during which the incriminating film is stolen back
(7) also among those sniped is Jane Fonda. That’s right, Ted Turner has his own ex-wife murdered
(8) Then TT takes this incriminating film and… keeps it rather than destroying it
So our hero is called in as a consultant on the case before the FBI find the “suicided” other sniper. At which point, they (and everyone else) initially assume they have their man, because of the wealth of fake planted evidence, but our hero, knowing that no marine sniper could possibly ever go bad, finds some inconsistencies in the faked evidence, unravels the entire conspiracy, outsnipes the mercenary snipers (despite them having super-high-tech sniping equipment), and, in a gloriously silly climax, actually has a mano-a-mano old west six-shooter quickdraw showdown with TT and… shoots the gun out of his hand so he can be captured and brought to justice.
So if TT had just not shot Jane Fonda in the first place, his name would never have gotten into the story, and that connection never would have been made. And if he’d just had the two hippies murdered in a normal non-sniping-related way, and their house robbed, there never would have BEEN a story in the first place.
Meanwhile, there’s a lengthy subplot about TT’s paid political henchmen and how much influence they wield, yada yada yada. Also, there’s insanely in-depth slavishly detailed descriptions of lots and lots and lots of guns.
Truly, an awful, awful book.[/spoiler]
I googled up some online reviews to see if I was the only one to have this reaction, and one made an interesting point, which is that Glen Beck has kind of become the Oprah of thrillers. If he recommends them, lots of people buy them. So maybe Stephen Hunter is writing specifically for that audience?