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Kill Kill Faster Faster
After spending more than seventeen years behind bars, Joey One-Way believed there was only one way he was getting out of prison, and that was in a box. But that's not exactly how it plays. While serving time Joey wrote a jailhouse drama that became a Broadway sensation. Now big-time producer Markie Mann is staking his reputation to spring and back Joey, counting on him to turn his scripts into Hollywood gold. Joey wants nothing more than to do right by Markie. So it's too bad that he falls so hard for Markie's young wife, Fleur. Now Joey's heading for trouble at high velocity. KILL KILL FASTER FASTER is a crime novel like no other. It has the heart and soul of the blues, the hard-boiled edge of classic pulp noir, and the voice of a man whose heart beats too loudly for his own good The story grabs the reader from the opening passage, never letting go, even after the violent end.
224 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1997
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March 9, 2018
(2/31)
A nice and quick read. Edgy, transgressive, and with a dead-on psychopathological dialect that at turns chills, arouses, humors, and resonates with you. Short chapters, lyrical verse... Definitely gonna be looking out for this author’s other work.
A nice and quick read. Edgy, transgressive, and with a dead-on psychopathological dialect that at turns chills, arouses, humors, and resonates with you. Short chapters, lyrical verse... Definitely gonna be looking out for this author’s other work.
April 16, 2020
buen libro, un lenguaje bastante sucio, digno del personaje presentado, buen final
October 7, 2016
Joey. Joey Lo Tomas O Lo Dejas, tu historia es una mierda.
Poco profunda.
Floja.
Desastrosa.
¿Te había dicho que tu historia es una desastrosa y sin sentido mierda?
¿Te lo había dicho?
Al igual que tú, Joey, no sé nada.
Poco profunda.
Floja.
Desastrosa.
¿Te había dicho que tu historia es una desastrosa y sin sentido mierda?
¿Te lo había dicho?
Al igual que tú, Joey, no sé nada.
November 24, 2018
Cinco años con este libro guardado, ilusionandome. Para que al final fuese una historia cliché con remembranzas al macho violento, primitivo y asqueroso de cierto escritor que aborrezco. A ciertos momentos de la lectura me detenía porque habían escenas completamente innecesarias para la trama, y después noté que la trama tampoco era muy valiosa, afortunadamente lo terminé en un par de horas.
July 14, 2018
Quite a few interesting sentences. Good grit. But no semblance of plot or narrative. A rambling mess. Meh.
January 20, 2019
The Irvine Welsh endorsement on the front cover is the best part of this book - but its not true!
February 25, 2020
Cada minuto que pase leyendo esto, es un minuto perdido para siempre en mi vida.
He visto pornos de bajísima calidad que tienen mejor diálogo que esto, jamás había leído tanto la palabra coño. UGH.
He visto pornos de bajísima calidad que tienen mejor diálogo que esto, jamás había leído tanto la palabra coño. UGH.
September 19, 2023
Very descriptive and a little mediocre
March 20, 2013
At the start it sounds as though it will be an Elmore Leonard-type novel, like Stick, an ex-con trying to make it on the outside but unable to stay out of trouble. However, while both have been filmed, it is hard to imagine Burt Reynolds starring in the film version of Kill Kill Faster Faster. The Irvine Welsh endorsement on the cover should have been a clue.
The story of 'Joey One-Way', junkie and wife-murderer, KKFF describes his affair (told in filthily graphic detail) with the wife of the film producer who got him out on parole after seventeen years‘ incarceration. For Joey wrote a play in jail, White Man Black Hole, yes really, that was a huge successes, and now the producer, Markie Mann, is working on a film version while trying to get Joey to turn out another masterpiece, which seems to be beyond him.
The problem with the novel is that it is hard to get inside Joey, so to speak, even with the flashbacks to his life with his family and his prison experiences. People apparently like him, women dig him, despite the effects bullets and drugs have had on him, and only having one eye. But why they do is impossible to fathom. He is tedious, inarticulate, not very bright, and has a short fuse (murdering his wife must say something about his character). His tendency to refer to himself in the third person has to be a bad sign. He even had a lot of help from his fellow prisoners when writing his play, torpedoing any idea that he is rough-cast genius.
It is difficult to believe that Markie would see him as anything other than the idiot he is (though it turns out Markie’s interest in Joey extends beyond creative writing). Perhaps Joel Rose is satirising the stupidity of the movie business, and the kind of murder celebrity also satirised in Natural Born Killers, but Quentin Tarantino’s script is Dostoyevsky compared to this.
The book has its weirdly funny moments, such as black brothers christened by their mother Clinique and Olay, and Joey’s bizarre murder of a would-be rapist in a prison shower by ripping off his testicles, defecating on his face, and then suffocating him, but such laughs are few and far between.
There’s a nice twist at the end, yet it’s a sign of Rose’s failure to generate empathy that it produces only a wry smile rather than any emotional response. Joey is shallow, with no redeeming features, which might mean that Rose has pulled off a bravura performance in the characterisation, but it is hard to escape the conclusion that it actually just means that the writing is shallow too.
Don’t confuse this with Russ Meyer’s Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! You will be disappointed.
The story of 'Joey One-Way', junkie and wife-murderer, KKFF describes his affair (told in filthily graphic detail) with the wife of the film producer who got him out on parole after seventeen years‘ incarceration. For Joey wrote a play in jail, White Man Black Hole, yes really, that was a huge successes, and now the producer, Markie Mann, is working on a film version while trying to get Joey to turn out another masterpiece, which seems to be beyond him.
The problem with the novel is that it is hard to get inside Joey, so to speak, even with the flashbacks to his life with his family and his prison experiences. People apparently like him, women dig him, despite the effects bullets and drugs have had on him, and only having one eye. But why they do is impossible to fathom. He is tedious, inarticulate, not very bright, and has a short fuse (murdering his wife must say something about his character). His tendency to refer to himself in the third person has to be a bad sign. He even had a lot of help from his fellow prisoners when writing his play, torpedoing any idea that he is rough-cast genius.
It is difficult to believe that Markie would see him as anything other than the idiot he is (though it turns out Markie’s interest in Joey extends beyond creative writing). Perhaps Joel Rose is satirising the stupidity of the movie business, and the kind of murder celebrity also satirised in Natural Born Killers, but Quentin Tarantino’s script is Dostoyevsky compared to this.
The book has its weirdly funny moments, such as black brothers christened by their mother Clinique and Olay, and Joey’s bizarre murder of a would-be rapist in a prison shower by ripping off his testicles, defecating on his face, and then suffocating him, but such laughs are few and far between.
There’s a nice twist at the end, yet it’s a sign of Rose’s failure to generate empathy that it produces only a wry smile rather than any emotional response. Joey is shallow, with no redeeming features, which might mean that Rose has pulled off a bravura performance in the characterisation, but it is hard to escape the conclusion that it actually just means that the writing is shallow too.
Don’t confuse this with Russ Meyer’s Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! You will be disappointed.
August 24, 2008
This is the worst book I have ever read. It's...horrible. There's no depth to it, the characters are so flat, the plot is weak, the grammar is terrible - it just makes no sense.
Don't get me wrong, I like nitty-gritty and the shock genre, but this is a terrible addition (is it even on par with its genre enough to be called an addition?) to it. It's completely awful.
I'm glad that I read it just so that I can measure other books by it (e.g. "At least it wasn't as bad as KKFF"). And at least I know now what book is the absolute worst in my pile (so far, although it'll take a lot to fill its place).
Don't get me wrong, I like nitty-gritty and the shock genre, but this is a terrible addition (is it even on par with its genre enough to be called an addition?) to it. It's completely awful.
I'm glad that I read it just so that I can measure other books by it (e.g. "At least it wasn't as bad as KKFF"). And at least I know now what book is the absolute worst in my pile (so far, although it'll take a lot to fill its place).
March 2, 2010
The writing is short and sharp, relying heavily on vernacular, which feels a little dated.
The central character is exposed slowly by staged reveals, which ultimately show him to be a repellent human being.
There is little real plot, it's more about the journey the central character has made so far.
There are some iffy sex scenes, and the lack of real warmth left me feeling very detached from the book.
The ending feels quite abrupt, almost as though the writer himself didn't know where to take the book.
It's slightly ironic that the author has a great deal of successful screen writing behind him, unlike the central character, and he may have been better off sticking to that.
The central character is exposed slowly by staged reveals, which ultimately show him to be a repellent human being.
There is little real plot, it's more about the journey the central character has made so far.
There are some iffy sex scenes, and the lack of real warmth left me feeling very detached from the book.
The ending feels quite abrupt, almost as though the writer himself didn't know where to take the book.
It's slightly ironic that the author has a great deal of successful screen writing behind him, unlike the central character, and he may have been better off sticking to that.
January 7, 2008
This book is kind of a waste of time. It builds itself, and is built up, as an avant guard blow your mind kind of book. In reality it is kind of boring ride through the mind of a fairly uninteresting person. It feels like one of those "bad just to be bad" books and doesn't do that very well either.
October 5, 2015
I thought the story sucked. I didn't mind all the sex scenes/thoughts. The ending and the fact that the book is short are the best parts.
I get that the story is told from the way Joey thinks/speaks but it makes it very difficult to fluidly read.
I get that the story is told from the way Joey thinks/speaks but it makes it very difficult to fluidly read.
January 15, 2008
odd, small and easy to read.
December 5, 2008
Don't start reading this book unless you're in a seriously F'd up mood and haven't eaten anything yet in the day because you might/probably will vomit every 20 pages or so.
July 19, 2010
This is writing at its best amazing wonderful and brilliant read this book!
March 20, 2012
I read this book twelve years ago and thought it was the shit. I highly recommend it if you enjoy action, and gritty characters.
September 1, 2012
Books about writers and/or the entertainment industry have a bit of an uphill battle with me. Add the streetwise vernacular and I'm done. Although I did finish it. (I like to be able to complain.)
April 10, 2013
I liked the sharp, quick writing style.
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