Full disclosure. I am eating two perfectly grilled cheese sandwiches with smoked paprika turkey on them as I write this review.
Yes. There is dipping sauce.
That said...THIS BOOK WAS THE SHIT! I've never read anything by David Wong before. Apparently, he's the dude that wrote the book that the mediocre movie was based off, John Dies At The End. I'm being a little harsh here, I know I have seen John Dies At The End, but I can't really remember it. It could actually be a better movie than what I think...but if it was...wouldn't I be able to remember it better? Whoa. That's some Matrix/Inception shit I just spouted off there!
Anyways - I've never read John Dies At The End either, and dollars to donuts, the book is better than the movie was...so...Huzzah!
Seriously. This is a really good sandwich. I used aged cheddar. Nice and sharp.
I'm gonna be honest. I'm really just treading water here. I have no idea what kind of rating I am going to give this book. I'm in as much suspense as you guys right now.
I never hated it. So that rules out one star. On the flip side, There was also some really incredible shit in here as well, so I could get all fired up over a nice, fat, five-star rating too!
But it's not a five. It's not, grilled cheese sandwiches with smoked paprika turkey on them, level kind of shit.
So what is it?
There were times that, as I was reading this, I kept thinking in my head, "man, this David Wong dude is writing his pants off right now! This is off the charts material!" Like - there was so much that I wanted to quote on my status updates, so everyone could see how fucking funny it was, but it wouldn't fit because the lead up to it, for it to actually make sense, was just way to long.
check it out:
I just want to tell you a story, if you’ll indulge me. Now this city, it can be real confusing for an outsider. I don’t care where you’re from, Tabula Rasa can make you feel like you’ve taken a train to Bizarro world. I remember my very first night here—and this is goin’ on fifteen years ago—I was takin’ a walk downtown, tryin’ to get a feel for the place. And I’m walkin’ through a construction site—and it was all construction sites back then, you understand—and I come across this hole in the ground, ’bout ten feet in diameter. I look down and I can’t see a bottom, so I pull a quarter out of my pocket and toss it down, and listen for a clink or a splash. Nothin’. Coin just tumbles into the darkness and disappears. So now I’m real curious, and I look around for somethin’ else to throw down there. And teeterin’ right on the edge of the hole is an old refrigerator. So, I circle around and I give it a good kick and it tumbles down into the hole. I hear it bang off the side a few times but once again, there’s no crash, no splash, like it just kept fallin’ forever. It was the strangest thing. So I figure this is the first of this city’s many unknowable mysteries and I start to go on about my way. But then I see the second strange thing—this goat, it goes flying past me, in midair. Like it was fired from a cannon. And now I think I’m losin’ my mind, like maybe it’s not just tobacco in my cigar, if you know what I’m sayin’. So I walk along and I come across a guy sittin’ on the curb and I say, ‘Holy cow, partner, did you see that goat?’ And the fella says, ‘Well, that’s my goat.’ And I say, ‘Well, I hate to tell ya, but I think it’s gone. It took off flyin’.’ And the fella says, ‘That’s impossible. I had him chained to a refrigerator.’ ”
Right?
And the book is full of gems like that.
It was a hell of a lot of fun to read. If there are to be any more books...which there could or couldn't be...I'm their hands down.
But I got a thing. And I think it's a fairly legit thing. I got this problem, and I see it a lot. It is enough to make me DNF a book. For reals. Luckily this book, though guilty of my thing, upholds everything else to a standard of awesomeness that blows my brain.
My thing.
I hate reading the dialogue in a novel like its a script.
Jon said, "blah, blah, blah."
Jane said, "More blah, blah blah."
Jon said, "blah, blah."
And that's a paragraph. Some descriptive text in the next paragraph and then back to the script-style dialogue.
It annoys the shit out of me. If I am reading a novel, I don't want to feel like I am reading a script. Immerse me motherfuckers. Pull me in. That kind of writing is lazy and only detracts my involvement from the story.
And there are a lot of people that write that way. Even more discouragingly, there are a lot of readers that don't seem to be bothered by it either.
I don't get it.
This was a five-star book, but I'm sorry, I gotta take one of those stars and tuck it back in my underbritches. The writing was rock solid, on point, and I loved the majority of it, but the execution of dialogue just really irked me at times.
This is a personal preference (I guess), and four stars is still an EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS BOOK kinda shout out, it's just that it could have been...should have been...five stars.
This is long.
See what happens when I eat grilled cheese?