So, earlier this year I went to a pub in the city on Sunday afternoon and this boxer asshole started**spoiler alert** This was... um... interesting.
So, earlier this year I went to a pub in the city on Sunday afternoon and this boxer asshole started talking to me, and twisted my words to make me sound insane. Told me to stay away from kids. Fucking asshole. I've known pubs for 12 years, never got into a fight, never been kicked out, never caused shit. Disabled people get shit, and girls who try to "entice" disabled people, then start lying to them with excuses born of fear and feelings, set me up for some seriously personal take on this book, long before I knew it was being released.
None of that, or the 6 years of bullshit I'd been through, made it into my reading of this book.
As an alcoholic, disabled, "idiot", I feel for Dave. John is a dumb-ass with dick delusions (as anyone who's read the last two books knows well). Amy is the only "sane" person in this whole town.
I'm dropped into this book at the start of October, which in Australia has been, and will probably continue to be, a rainy month from hell. Plus I've only JUST gotten internet as of writing this review, having finally set it up after moving from a shit hole house to a proper townhouse complex.
Having detoxed hard, taken some memory/focus meds, and some valerian sleep meds, I can see how Dave, John and Amy might be treated as "monsters". And it's not their fault, either. They're human (I think).
I first read JDATE in 2009, and TBIFOS in about 2014, maybe 15.
This one throws all of that into the fire and then rains on that. A month of rain, in [Undisclosed], while in Australia, it's been a month of rain as well. There's even this "Tears in Rain" variation by Nymph, the big bad, and it's the "I've seen shit, man, like actual shit [I'll spare the spoilers of this part]" you wouldn't believe. Right as Bladerunner 2049 came out, and I was telling my Uni friend about it. But mostly the part about how the Soy Sauce made its trip down river and through the ocean and back to China and then back to the US and then back to [Undisclosed], and the trail of bodies and car wrecks in its wake. I think that is the main thing you need to take away from this - the REAL story is the Soy Sauce's journey. It's epic. It's fucking epic.
I finished this right as a writer salon started, back at my University, and it was a horror themed thing. And I met up with this local writer my friend, the one I last saw for the new Bladerunner, wished I'd invited her to. The last two months have been the kind of 'no one will DO anything' BS that makes a group of people HARD to pin down, and she was the only one who was organized enough to do anything with. I was half way through the Soy Sauce Journey when she showed up at the cinema for the new Bladerunner, I should add. Then we had Burritos and I vented and it was good.
Then I read the rest of this book, in the month-long deluge that's been October in Australia (on the tail end of the hurricane in the US) and then moved house. Life goes on, but reading a book over 5 days, which has events in a month of utter rain, while it's been a full month of utter rain *here*, on the other side of the world, has its advantages.
From the text:
[I closed my eyes and groaned. It was going to be a long goddamned day.
NOTE ABOUT THE FOLLOWING The accounts of events that occurred while I was not present—particularly those submitted by John—should not be accepted as wholly or even partially true. They are included here only to help fill in some gaps in the timeline of events, but in retrospect I now feel like they only add to the confusion. For this I apologize.]
Wong, David. What the Hell Did I Just Read (John Dies at the End) (p. 48). Titan Books. Kindle Edition.
'Nuff said, I think.
There's a monster. I think.
There's some missing children down a well. I think.
There's a shape shifting alien. I think.
Events get out of hand fast. I think.
There's Soy Sauce, and it's the only thing that saves the day. I think. Though killing about 50 people first. I think.
Pretty much me to immature, whiny, estrogen-fueled flaky princess bitch types who try to drain me of my self wo"Frankly my dear, I don't give a fuck."
Pretty much me to immature, whiny, estrogen-fueled flaky princess bitch types who try to drain me of my self worth. Key word: try.
So, in other words, while I didn't write this book, and while I'm only just past the intro right now, five stars because it basically describes what I live my life by, or did, until I accidentally gave a fuck.
Back to basics I guess. I'll get over this. After another whiskey, that is. ...more