ROGUE WARRIOR: VIOLENCE OF ACTION

Tenth, we think, in the outrageously vulgar Rogue Warrior series and the first solo effort by Commander Loose Cannon Marcinko in years (he usually writes with John Weisman). These are matchlessly blazing bomb-blasts, once based on now-retired Marcinko’s 30-year history in the US Navy and his Black Ops bloodlettings as a SEAL. All the realism of the original Rogue Warrior (1992) and Rogue Warrior II (1994) has long since morphed into trigger-happy dementia, stranglings, assassinations, and big knives sending bad guys to the boneyard. Even so, for many readers a lippy new Marcinko block of plastic explosive is a BFD (“Big Fucking Deal”). This time out, he’s got a new team of looters and shooters as he goes on a counterterrorist mission to chase down a missing nuke known to be aimed at a major American city. Before Marcinko gets his ear blown off and rises up blistered, beat to hell, scraped, and bruised, he’s found the travel-size 30-pound suitcase with the nuke in it but faces an anti-disturbance device inside that won’t let him disarm the f***ing world-ender.

Sleep well, America.