I am a big fan of Joey Comeau. I like his writing, I like his online strip called A Softer World, hell I usually even like the stuff he tosses out on Twitter.
I wrote a while back about his book Overqualified. Since then, I have bought several copies of that book, and I always end up giving them away. Because I kind of feel like everyone should read that book. Well, maybe not everyone. Everyone with a soul (that's why I didn't give you one, Trey--sorry).
Now I am writing about his book called One Bloody Thing After Another. This one:
It doesn't come in that case, but you should still buy it.
I'm a little hard-pressed about what to tell you about it, though. I love Comeau's writing style, that's one thing. He writes with a rawness that at first seems like innocence. Except there's too much knowledge here, too much danger for innocence. It's like poison on a baby spoon or a toddler telling you to go fuck yourself.
Or maybe not. Maybe I'm just being dramatic because I want you to go out and read this book and then tell me what you thought about it. I'm kind of a schemer like that.
I wasn't sure how I was going to feel about One Bloody Thing. I hadn't ever read any of Comeau's fiction-fiction before (I guess Overqualified counts as fiction, but it's not a lateral story, as much as a stream of consciousness deal, in my opinion). But this one had mention of zombies and ghosts and I don't know what all, so I figured I should check it out.
I'm really glad I did.
It's supposed to be a horror book, I think, but it's not horrible because of the zombies or the ghosts. It's mostly horrible because it's about life, and life is pretty fucking terrifying. The supernatural aspects of the story are sewn in in such a way that they barely seem supernatural at all--really just another problem that has to be dealt with.
As with Overqualified, there's a sadness to this book, sometimes right on top, sometimes just beneath, like smiles at a funeral.
I liked this book, and I'll probably read through it again once I get through the giant stack of literature I just bought at Half-Price books over the weekend. And then I'll probably read it again. And probably again. Not all at the same time, but it's one of those that you'll start thinking about, and go, "Hey, I ought to read that again, it's been a while," and then you read it and you're right back to where you don't trust anyone who seems happy.
You want to buy it, here's a link: One Bloody Thing After Another