Saturday, April 14, 2012
My brain hurts. It is a weird throbbing pain, as if I had just glimpsed (while experiencing a massive acid overdose) into the collective brains of Neil Gaiman and Stephen King (with Christopher Moore thrown in for good measure) with glasses whose prisms were ground by whoever directed the movie Phantasm. The drug that caused this mental state is David Wong (Jason Pargin)'s wildly weird, yet funny and grotesque, John Dies @ the End. Like some rubbernecker driving past the scene of a massive pileup, I simply couldn't look away. This fantasy/horror/humor offering is like nothing I have tried before, and am not sure I want to try again. Please someone, let me have the antidote! Still, it is an engrossing read, and you want to find out the reason for the madness (almost like a self-medicating bipolar). No doubt Kafka and Heller are laughing at me right now. Do not pick up this book if you are squeamish, or a member of PETA. For those who enjoy their brains being turned inside out, and smacked with a wit bat, well. . .read at your own peril. Enjoy.