What a weird little book. Coolest part was the half lobster half woman mascot on the front.
"You still reading that lobster book?"
"Finestkind."
A whole box of mixed feelings I think, but at it's core it's just kind of fun and maybe even a tiny bit nice and good but don't talk about wholesome little Maine towns. Maybe if you take out the extremely shocking and outdated racism chapter, the most bizarrely racist little clusterfuck of a writing piece I've ever seen, but it still has a bit too much drinking and sex.
Another thing I should note was that tacking the word M*A*S*H onto this book didn't add anything except an instance of pleasant alliteration when it goes along with the word Maine in the title. The only thing in common, it seems, with any form of M*A*S*H but also it's own prequel, are the character names. A shot of deja vu it seems, as the original M*A*S*H book has also been described as nothing like the Mash show except the character names.
The setting of course is way different, but the humour and maybe even a bit of the writing style is changed. Most strange of all though was that the personalities seemed to be different, in particular our friend Alt Hawkeye and Duke Forrest, the two main characters of the last book, and Spearchucker, who came along for one chapter only to be be the butt of every racist joke ever. Alt Trapper was his usual Alt Trapper self, though, which was comforting. However, the rest of the characters in Spruce Harbour were definitely the focus and so I can forgive it a little.
So in the big fat M*A*S*H family tree (familial senority and relation based on quality) there reigns Mash the tv show as Big Daddy at the top, next with it's deranged step son M*A*S*H (1970.) Then comes the M*A*S*H book which can be like the first cousin once removed. M*A*SH Goes to Maine would then be considered maybe first cousin thrice removed.
Here's a hint. Listen to Blue Water Line by Brothers Four and imagine it turns to an ear rape version at random intervals for about 7 seconds and then turns back. It's Wrong Way Napolitano's theme song but after listening to it a couple million times while I was finishing up the book I think it's a decent song for the whole thing. Listening to it casually, it doesn't seem that menacing but it's that type of thing where when you pair it up to the book it gets this manic kind of ironic joy-energy that can only be described as, yes, menacing. Just give it a try.
So, the main bag of humor I think would be medical humor, character comedy, and best of all, golf humor. I fucking hate mini golf but have never played real golf, and so did not get many of the jokes but all the characters seemed to get a kick out of it so that was nice for them. Medical humor is also pretty subjective perhaps, and so character comedy, the best point of all though, was left for me to chuckle my head off at.
In particular, I liked:
- Jocko Allcock or whatever his name was, who reminded me of a discount Milo Minderbinder without all the horny energy.
-The lovely Alt Trapper and his lovely wife Lucinda, the two inhabitants of Theif Island, who were weird but also very endearing despite their habits pertaining to a certain cranberry bog.
- The Finch-Browns, who all looked like muskrats or chipmunks depending on age and gender, and of course old Chipmunk Moore who I loved even though he only existed in fond memories.
-Moose, who was chill, but who's chapter was so out of place in the whole mess that I couldn't really appreciate him for the only wholesome character in the only wholesome chapter in all of the 192 pages.
-Wrong Way Napolitano and Tip Toe Tannebaum, two pilots who are the complete opposite of each other yet provide so much air travel and plane humor that it became clear the author had no many good jokes that he had to split them in half and apply them to whichever character seemed better suited to pull it off.
Capers include dropping godly fish on Trapper and Lucinda's wedding and having people pay to see Trapper and Lucinda "reenact ancient Native American fertility rituals" as they flew over Theif Island in a plane.
So a weird little book. Probably wouldn't read it again. Had a few real good parts though, so if you see it around be sure to grab yourself a half lobster half woman.