Fear and Loathing meets South Park in a screwball horror novella. Part romance, part buddy comedy, part body horror, I Saw Satan at the 7-Eleven is a dark-as-night tale from a phenomenal new name in literary fiction. Two miles north of Hell, a nameless deadbeat narrator spots Satan buying soy milk at the 7-Eleven. Satan's a washed-up has-been, who's totally lost his edge. That is until he falls in love with our narrator, and the two embark on a debauched misadventure, by turns slapstick, violent, whimsical, dreamlike and tender.
"I saw Satan at a 7-Eleven one time. He was dressing low profile, but it was definitely him: red skin, horns, barbed tail, cloven hoofs, black goatee. He was unmistakable. Satan was buying soy milk and forty bucks worth of unleaded."
What would you do if you saw Satan at the 7-Eleven buying gas and soy milk? Most people would run away screaming. I would join Satan on the 'Thelma and Louise' moment of a lifetime.
What a book to start the new year. It was a recommendation by Pigeon Books in Southsea and didn’t disappoint it’s brilliant. It’s witty irreverent and very clever and well written. Thoroughly recommend.