book: a thin sci-fi paperback called the long watch by some author whose name is half-rubbed-off the spine. found in the free pile outside a used-record store. cover has a robot looking sad at a sunset.
verdict: not good. but the not-goodness is interesting. the author clearly believed every word. the dialogue is stilted in a sincere way. the science is wrong but consistently wrong, like the author had a private theory of physics and committed to it for 240 pages.
best line, page 173: "the captain knew, in the way captains know, that nothing was going to be alright."
i give it four moths out of five. would not recommend, would absolutely keep.