I Will Fear No Evil by Robert A. Heinlein

My rating: 1 of 5 stars

Boy, what a loser of a book! Johann Sebastian Bach Smith is a mega-rich 90-something who decides he wants to live on by undergoing a brain transplant into the otherwise healthy body of a recently dead person. What he doesn’t know, however, is that it’s his much lusted after secretary, Eunice. When he wakes from his surgery, the medical staff and his attorney won’t let him do much, but it doesn’t take long for him to discover he’s now a female and when he discovers he’s now Eunice, he’s horrifed — initially. Until she mysteriously starts talking to him in his head. And that’s the book. Ongoing dialogue between dead Eunice (how can she still be cognizant???) and transplanted-into-Eunice Johann, mostly about sexual mores. The book was published in 1970 during the height of the sexual revolution and it appears that Heinlein really jumped that train, because while I got to page 122 before giving up in boredom and frustration, other reviewers reveal that the book is made up of Eunice having sex with everyone under the sun — male, female, threesomes, foursomes, possibly a teenage boy and how Johann gets his rocks off doing this. It’s rather pathetic, in my opinion, and while I like sex as much as the next person, this just reeks of Caligula (the Penthouse version) and not much else. There’s no redeeming values in this book. That makes four Heinlein books I’ve read or tried to read, and I’ve only marginally liked one. He’s forever on my shit list. Overrated. This book is most definitely not recommended!

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