Good crowd. Fun reading. Huston serving up shots of Old Grand-Dad. "Pipe Bomb In The Ass" - maybe the best chapter title ever. Won a box full of pesos for knowing my Spaghetti Westerns. Somebody got a case of kitsch coasters studded with boobs. Could only have been better if it had dancing Hula girls. That heart tattoo, does it say My Darling Clementine? Or did I read that wrong? Either way, awesome ink.
Ah, but the book. Short synopsis from PW: "Former Los Angeles grade school teacher Web Goodhue, now a full-time slacker suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, falls into a job on a crime scene cleanup crew, scrubbing up the remains of the recently deceased. After the crew has finished cleaning up a messy suicide scene in Malibu, Web gets a phone call from the dead man's daughter, Soledad. She and her thug half-brother have another big mess on their hands that needs cleaning, on the QT. Unable to resist the beautiful Soledad, Web soon finds himself in way over his head."
Hard book to put down. Beautifully gruesome as I've come to expect from the man. The writing punches, vivid and quick. Dialog is spot on. This is a book to be devoured, not just read. The man's got a style that's pulpy and serious, hilarious and poignant all at the same time. Something I've come to expect. It does not disappoint.
Buy a copy. Buy two. Tell your friends. Unless they have a problem with the vivid details of messy suicides. Then just hand them a copy and see how they react.
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