by Warren Murphy
His name was Remo and he knew what justice was.
A Gross Business
Wesley Pruiss was just a misunderstood and misled publishing entrepreneur. The dirtier his little magazine got the more money he made. There seemed to be no limit to the dirt of the money. His full-color monthly, called Gross, soon spawned a chain of raunchy nightclubs ("Gossouts") and now a spectacular motion picture was being planned. Disgusting. UnAmerican, even.
Enter Remo and Chiun. Not to destroy, but to protect! Disgusting, but very American.
Who'd want to kill a dirty publisher? Why worry about the rottenest, most depraved publication in history?
Because of the oil industry and their concern over the growth of solar energy, obviously. Oil makes the world go 'round. It's be perverse to think otherwise.
...as you'll quickly learn in this thirty-sixth volume in the violent chronicle of the Destroyer, the invincible shatterer of worlds from Sinanju.
Review: This is a thoroughly mediocre book. It's a standard "protect the target from the unknown assassin" theme again. The only thing unusual, is that the protectee is based on Larry Flint, the publisher of Hustler. There are some good scenes, but overall, there is little special about Power Play.
Power Play runs out of juice and gets ½.