“How could a book about such an exciting topic be so boring? I'd be reading, and all of a sudden I'd find myself on my phone looking at Facebook with no memory of putting down the book. Or maybe that was the aliens, not wanting me to find out the truth?
Col. Corso details how he was given a filing cabinet full of alien artifacts from the Roswell crash and put them into production--items such as fiber optics, Kevlar, integrated circuits, circuit boards, night vision goggles, lasers, and more supposedly passed through his hands and into the world at large.
But the whole book is bogged down by an irritating amount of Cold War paranoia, the KGB, the CIA, working together, and poor Corso must battle them as well as hide the alien artifacts' origins from the public and from most of the military. Even if that part is true, it sends the book over the line into a parody of itself. The extremely dry, humorless writing style also detracted from the information.
Are there aliens? Probably. Will this book convince you of that? Doubtfully. ”