Here he was, accepting that he was pregnant with the devil’s baby.
OK, I've decided to list my reactions from both during my reading and, of course, after finishing Gerald Dean Rice's "The Devil's Gunt (TDG Book 1)":
• Um… what?
• I'll rephrase that: WTF?
• No seriously, I'm not kidding: what the actual fvck did I just read?
• Apparently you don't realize yet that I'm not joking, someone needs to explain too me what the hell this was about!
And last but not least:
• What kind of name is Meridian anyway?
I don’t know if you’re worthy. I mean, you have decapitated heads in your car, for crying out loud.
Now before we go even one step further - and I'll try to get to as many of the important review-y bits as I can in a minute (3 1/2 stars, great cover, yada yada) - I find it imminently important any potential readers understand the following, which I am of course lifting straight from my own google search, which then sent me well away from my usual source of definitions, which refused to acknowledge such a crass word. And yes, I had to be absolutely SURE that I wasn't understanding what my brain kept thinking:
Gunt
(pronounced [guhnt]) as in "What a silly gunt!")
Gunt is slang for a fatty area below the belly button and above the pubic area of a woman, often as a result of childbirth, weight gain, or just having a totally normal body. Related words include but are not limited to: chode (if you don't know, don't look); front butt; gock; panniculus; and, um, pretty much the most common slang term for a woman's private bits. Yes, the very naughty bits indeed.
I forgot my fucking penis at home. My love-making penis, too.
Now that we have all the formalities out of the way, on to my review of this book. Seriously, it could not have started any weirder. I don't know if drugs or just a general mental state that I am not aware of is responsible, but that was just wild. We begin our journey sometime and some place during the era of legalized slavery in what I assume was the southern part of the United States. Rice already gives us some pretty damn big hints that we're in a kind of magical realism tale, but I won't give away any more than that.
You screwed me, so I’m gonna screw you by having somebody you wanted to screw screw you.
With that in mind, we then IMMEDIATELY find ourselves witnessing the filming of what seems to be a rather erotogenic film (can we say porn here? I'm not sure, so I probably shouldn't… say porn I mean). Whereupon we're treated within a few strokes of the pen (among other things) to a scene rivaling that - or better said those - of Nick Swardson in "Bucky Larson: Born to Be a Star". If you haven't seen it - noting it also stars among other well-known actors Christina Ricci, Don Johnson, and Kevin Nealon - then my suggestion would be to thank your lucky stars that you were raised properly and only dare to watch high(?)lights on YouTube or something. It's just, well, just don't, okay?
I’m not going to kill you. I owe you. I don’t even want your soul.
But along the way in a this short novella that reads more like a full-sized novel - mostly because a few of my biggest "WTAF" moments were accompanied with re-reading vast swaths of the book - we quickly get into the serious business of pitting heaven vs. hell, or perhaps better said, angels vs. demons and/or devils. The latter distinction was made almost completely UNclear to me throughout, so let's just leave it as a good shrug among friends for now. We also meet a talking head (not David Byrne, sorry), an assassin that resembles the character of "Sledge Hammer!", and witness the death of a long-protected avatar during what appears to be the outset of the Great Depression. With me so far?
I so tried to be cool but I’m gonna go full beelzebub on you.
Now in terms of the book's execution, yeah, the editing could have been better, that's for sure. The punctuation was kind of random and I would have loved to see the formatting tightened up as well (the font color even changed at one point from black to blue, go figure). Does that seem all that dramatic for such a bizarro set-up? No, not really. I mean, all of us who have read this have probably by this stage just given up our usual inclinations, morals, and any necessary healthcare regimes, so, you know, whatever. I guess though at the end of the day, this is a somewhat if not very read-able and even occasionally humorous look at whatever the hell it is we were looking at.
There is no satan, just a bunch of middle-management types all looking to screw each other over.
If you want to hear my key argument for reading this, then despite my usual cringiness towards moderate to less so editing, well, I have already bought Book 2 and have it on deck for immediate consumption once I finish my primary February reading challenge. Also that and want to let my brainpan shrink a bit because I think this almost gave me a stroke. And yeah, we're back to that joke, sorry. Some eye protection might be in order. And definitely, I'm going to go wash my hands now.