the other John Ringo

East of the Sun, West of the Moon (2006) by John Ringo

Easily one of the worst novels I ever tried to read.

Neither the author nor his editor knows the difference between "lose" and "loose."

The novel consists of almost 100% dialogue, and almost all of that dialogue is inane.

I calculate the author does not have any descriptive ability, otherwise he would use it.

There is more action in the prologue than in the entire remainder of the book.

If Doc Holliday and the Earps had done a more thorough job against the original John Ringo in Arizona then maybe we would not be in this mess.

It is alleged that the original John Ringo eventually committed suicide. Maybe he had a premonition of what kind of novels his namesake was going to write.