Her name is Pete. I know, it’s usually a guy’s name, but not in this case. She used to be a dear friend of mine, a comrade-in-arms, always there in times of need. But something strange happened to her that summer…
She tried to kill me with a chainsaw.
I suffer from what they call post-traumatic stress disorder. I went to a psychiatrist in hopes of recovery…unfortunately, that psychiatrist turned out to be Pete. She locked me in an asylum called the Institution. We do not have names here, only numbers. Every day, we consume grey slop, say the Pete-of-Allegiance, take ink blot tests, paint our fingernails pink, and snack on Happy Brownies--which contain Demerol, Prozac, and morphine. I’ve seen some pretty strange things here, such as a man walking around without a head and a dancing chicken. I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not.
I killed Pete. She is supposed to be dead. But now there are more of them. More and more Petes every day. An army of Pete. Their mantra: BECOME ONE. BECOME NORMAL. BECOME PETE.
Man... this was bad. I get it's humor, I get it's twisted and I get it's weird. And I actually quite enjoy those things... but here they felt forced and just... boring. Usually I can say something nice about a book, like the writing style, but since this book is pretty much a really, really long dialogue, I can't really praise the author for the writing as the narrative itself is lacking. I don't know, I hate being negative, specially when it comes to independent artists, because I know how much hard work goes into this type of works, but I really have nothing good to say about it. There are some moments that will make you laugh, a few gags here and there which are nice and that's why I'm giving it an extra star, but that's pretty much it. Plus, after reading the synopsis, the book does not live up to the premise. I'm terribly sorry, but I did not like this book and wouldn't recommend it.
Jonney Winkey has spent the last four years wrestling with terrible episodes of fear and anxiety after his best friend Pete tried to kill him in the basement of her home. In the hopes of living a more normal life, Jonney seeks help from a psychiatrist to treat the overwhelming symptoms of PTSD which plague every minute of each day. Imagine his confusion when he finds out the very cause of his nightmares is the person who will be treating him - Pete - the girl with the pink nail polish and chainsaw who loves chocolate and went completely out of her mind. Procuring a bogus diagnosis, Pete locks him up in The Institution where she drugs and tortures her patients until they have lost all individuality. Her primary mission? To create an army of briainwashed Petes to overrun the world.
As I turned the pages of John Raptor's novel, I found myself desperately hoping that Jonney would somehow topple Pete's twisted vision of normality and rescue the other patients from this dark experiment. However, the author's exploration of Jonney's thoughts leaves you wondering how much of his experience is grounded in reality. At one point, I even convinced myself that Jonney was simply hallucinating or dreaming, only to decide after several more paragraphs that I was cheering for him anyway.
Pete: A Novel of Extreme Insanity is a chilling example of modern satire at its best, winding through quirky conspiracies and questionable examinations as Jonney assesses the stability of his own damaged mind. I would encourage anyone who has ever doubted their own sanity to read this story and decide for themselves what is truly normal. After all, everyone just wants to fit in, right? Maybe Pete can help you with that.