“Hello. My name is Death. It is nice to meet you.”
I would rate James Wright's "Friends With Death" with 2 1/2 stars. So yes, apparently I'm going to be the Grumpy Gus in all of the current ratings and reviews. So chew me, um, sue me. I will also detail that this book was brought to my attention as a recommendation from my Urban Fantasy Fan Club friends. So soon we will be having an energetic and potentially physically intrusive discussion about what constitutes a good recommmendation. But I digest… oops, I did it again… I meant, digress…
Death often found most situations either glum or at best mildly amusing. It was only a job after all.
I did find that the book itself was CONCEPTUALLY ingenious, examining in part what it means to be literally Death with a capital-D in the midst of an unexplained but quite widely spread zombie apocalypse. It seems that in this reality, if you die through whatever is causing the zombification - no, not the chewing and all that, that's how it's spread - your soul does not depart (noting all deaths lead to one becoming a zombie). This then totally messes with the Grim Reaper's entire raison d'être as he's no longer being called upon to provide helpful direction in terms of showing where that bit of what makes you, well, indeed you should go. As friend Steve puts it: "You’d think a zombie apocalypse would be Death’s time to shine," which I'd have to agree with at first glance. Sadly though, the numbingly long back and forth of the inner dialogues of our cast - many of whom were either über-introverts and/or severe OCD-sufferers and/or utter unsociable bastards (this crew was a mess from A to Z) - were tedious, a fact which was not helped by what I consider to be an unacceptable quality of editing.
Death was so conflicted these days.
One thing that I also wish would STOP happening every time any person who speaks non-American English writes an urban fantasy book with a bit of humour (note spelling) in it is there immediately appears a promo blurb that compares their work to that of Sir Terry Pratchett. Why you might even see references to "Shaun of the Dead" or even "Zombieland" along the way, should films also be up your artistic alley. And in my eyes, this HURTS the reaction that I at least have when I'm reading simply because what lies before you will in no way resemble these almost religiously genius offers. And I personally think it's not even a little bit negative to say that "Friends" doesn't even come close because it simply couldn't. So stop setting the author up to fail brilliantly! It strikes me as calling some cake recipes "better than sex" where I just wonder if these poor bakers and their clients or families are having their physical needs met.
Death was starting to worry that he was enjoying all this dismemberment a little too much.
It is also very difficult to make a book that gets so lost in its own philosophising all that interesting. Poor, poor Steve, he is so very disconnected (his word, not mine!) from the world and its human occupants (or at least those that still remain, technically speaking). Can he ever find a way to properly socialise and break free from his relentless logic? Will he get the girl? Will he find his purpose? Is everything as perfectly organised as it should be? Do we have to be there for every snippet of his inner dialogue while he considers this? I mean, he is bluntly not an interesting person, even by his own admission! His thoughts then, well…
He felt like Batman. He looked like a deformed turtle.
Now Death on the other hand… what's going on there? He seems to be totally disconnected from the purpose he had before. He's also left wondering why he can no longer phase through walls and why his scythe won't appear at his beckoning? That was interesting … and in my opinion ultimately the saving grace of this wee adventure! If anyone needed to have the opportunity to sit back and wonder "what's it all about, really?" well, Big D would be the obvious personification of someone who deserved to do so! The rest? Well, except for the dog, I found myself struggling to regret the harming or even ultimately the demise of the lot of them!
It must have been a traumatic sight. It was trauma compounded by the previous trauma. It was trauma squared.
To put it slightly differently: the book is just a smidge over novella length but it reads a lot slower. And again, the editing just makes a great deal of this painful to get through. For example:
“Come on Lucy.” She choked. “We have to get rid of him.”
As written, these are 3 separate sentences. However, assuming as I did that the person speaking did not stop in the middle to choke, this passage should have been
“Come on Lucy,” she choked. “We have to get rid of him.”
To me then, the basic grammar and punctuation issues were extremely distracting.
The struggling made him feel happy. He was starting to understand things about the human condition.
I will say though that the mishaps created for me the most uproariously funny moment in the book. I'll leave you with this mental image, stressing again that a good editing - even if its just a bunch of your meanest friends giving your beta copy a final check - is a must!
Jenny had snuck up on him and was holding him by the waste.
All together now: ewWWwWwWwWwww!