On my pogo stick again! Yahoo!
Take a stroll through the afterlife; this is where you need to be, wink wink. Did I, the atheist supreme, just say that? I sound like a sleazy realtor trying to lure you into the snazzy new housing development! It doesn’t cost a penny (except for the price of the book, of course), and there’s guaranteed entertainment up there (why do I think the afterlife is UP THERE??) What’s extra funny to me is that in this book the world’s a mess—and yet I claim it’s ENTERTAINING? Now, there, there’s the sign of a great writer, one who can take a terrible situation and make you laugh through it all…and keep you there, glued to the page. Life is just awful here in this book, yet I feel uplifted! Bizarro! Favorite book of the year so far, hands down!
The star of the show is Angus, a guy who had been pretty shady. He meets the love of his life, Gracie, and he goes straight. She’s quirky and woo-woo and officiates weddings, always with weird speeches that I couldn’t get enough of. Then a strange guy knocks on the door and Gracie lets him in. A whole lot happens after that. I’m putting tape over my mouth because half the fun is going into this one blind. (Avoid the blurb if you can.)
Let me just say the book is set in the future, when a deadly virus (worse than COVID, we’re told) is decimating the population. Most of the book is set in the afterlife, and man does it show off the author’s fantastic imagination. The character is not religious, which is probably the only way I would like anything set in an afterlife. Oh, and there are ghosts, which are always a hard sell for me. Not here—I loved all the hauntings. The whole thing is like something Kafka would have written. The sense of the absurd, combined with sophisticated writing, clever dialogue, a loveable main character, and laughs a-plenty made this unputdownable.
Oh, and I forgot to mention that it’s chock full of philosophical musings—which usually isn’t my favorite thing in the middle of a story. Here, all the questions about existence just had me pondering and sighing, and it set my head all a-fizzle in a good way. I will say that there are a couple times when the philosophy is a little dense (and it made my pea brain work too hard), but the writer is careful to return to the plot in time to keep me happy. There’s some social commentary on what we’re doing to our planet and I ate that up, too. This author speaks to my head and heart. He’s one smart cookie.
Meanwhile, I highlighted half the book. Here are a few quotes (they may change a bit because I have an advance copy).
“…humans were the same as always: violent, loving, curious, self-interested, and made almost entirely of hope and denial.”
“I alternate between feeling utterly hollow and feeling filled with bees.”
“..my favourite of all human states is when you’re past the pain of illness, but don’t yet possess the energy to assume responsibilities.”
“Who even were we? We were courageous in the abstract, cowardly in the particular, hopeful in spite of all the impalings. The things we said with a straight face! The number of times we confused thinking and feeling! How unsatisfying were our windfalls! Maybe basing a society on ‘luck of the draw’ wasn’t the best approach after all.”
“Fishing the seas to extinction was as self-defeating as giving yourself a neck tattoo on the way to a job interview.”
“It was thrilling how even across dimensions we could still watch bad TV together.”
“It’s quite annoying to be dead and continue to catch lint in your bellybutton, but you’ll get used to it.”
“He made it seem as if his acute stress response required higher standards of fright than I was able to provide.”
I know I’m being a pushy bitch, but I’m telling you, you have to read this book. It’s got off-beat characters and plot, all delivered in sophisticated language and with a ton of funny. I couldn’t get enough. It kills me that this author isn’t well-known, since he’s such an excellent writer. He’s Australian, so he no doubt gets better press in his own country than in the United States.
Meanwhile, I’m continuing on my pogo stick—between the afterlife in Toltz’s wild imagination, and in the here and now, with steady ground below me. Oh, what a book!
Thanks to Edelweiss for the advance copy.