Gentlmen,
Is our Completist Fever so great that we must dream and scheme for the release of the final book in what can charitably be called one of the most mind numbingly awful science fiction trilogies every actually printed?
I read a LOT and I am at a loss to say when I have read two physical books worse than Mr. Brunette's dreck. Sure, there is plenty of utterly wretched fan fiction strewn about the 'Net these days; a fellow posted two .pdfs to the TML earlier this year that read as if English was his third language with the first two being whale songs and FORTRAN, but the TNE's so called 'novels' were all the more appalling because they are actually printed.
Think of it... men were hired, press time rented, ink bought, and trees actually died to bring those novels some unholy approximation of literary life. The mind truly boggles. That the manuscripts actually passed what was then passing for muster at GDW makes the mind boggle even further.
I can presume that the success of the D&D Dragonlance books was in GDW's minds when the Mr. Brunette dropped off his manuscripts to be read; no doubt in a biohazard suit complete with it's own air supply. However, the formulaic and almost mediocre Drangonlance series was closer to Cervantes, Conrad, and Conroy to the TNE work.
Let me state this plainly: The Brunette novels are not books to be discarded lightly, rather they should be thrown away with great force.
The only thing that kept me reading until I finished both was my multi-decade love of Traveller and even then it still took several attempts to complete both.
There are truly Things That Men Are Not Supposed To Know. Why open the ichor dripping tomb in which the third so-called novel is said to reside in some faint hope that the work might actually be worth the few hours of your life it will take to read it? Let the sleeping horrors lay. The paper should crumble in a century or so and then humanity will be safe.
Time is to short to read crap,
Bill