Now here's an odd beast: Alien Wind from the Stars by Dimitrios Molfetas. The basic plotline is: the country (the nameless third-world country) is in rebellion, with the rebels and government forces more or less evenly matched. An alien saucer lands in the middle of the battle, neutralizes all electrical equipment and guns, zaps all the combatants with hippy peace beams. That's evidently a dry run, 'cause in an off-screen aside the aliens go do that to all humanity and invite us to join the Galactic Confederation.
And it takes some insane number of pages to do that. The book is mostly wandering through the past and present of a number of the combatants: the famous doctor who escapes from the capitol city and joins the rebels gets a very long chapter.
As character sketches, they're somewhere between adequate and tedious. There's far too much detail: "His [sic] is escorted by Conway's personal cook, who serves the two generals, the colonel, the lieutenant colonel doctor, the fifth to a major, who is sitting next to Linda, and the last to a captain who is standing behind Valentino." (These officers are never mentioned before or again.) It's very repetititititititive: the non-events and fine points of the situation get rehashed and re-rehashed, more or less without extension or elaboration.
There's practically no surprise. Events unfold just as you'd expect given the skeleton of the situation. The author seems to take every measure possible to keep the dramatic tension down to a minimum.
Rating: one floating metal saucer out of five: the bottom 20% of books that I have bothered finishing. It's bad, but at least it's painlessly bad.