When I met my end on an ordinary stretch of British motorway, I had no idea what awaited me in the afterlife. It wasn’t the pearly gates, thankfully, nor was it the other place—you know, the one with pitchforks and lava. No, this place was much worse.
They called it Valhalla, though it was nothing like I’d imagined. Without much enthusiasm for fighting for glory, they made me a Skeetman—a fancy term for someone who hauls human waste out of the city. Basically, we’re slave labor, me and the others. But every now and then, we scrape together a few extra coins to spend at Hector's place, the Dung Beetle, for a taste of that sweet, sweet honey mead.
But here’s the in the real world, I was a drainage engineer. So if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to move waste and water from point A to point B. That is, assuming I can get enough food and sleep to think straight.
This book isn't about epic battles or high-stakes adventure. Instead, it’s a journey through economic growth, with a few fantasy elements thrown in, and the relentless struggle to push against the boundaries imposed on me.
Oh, and there’s both a figurative and literal mountain of human waste.
There is no getting around that its a strange setting and premise. Its alright and imaginative. I am seeing a lot of great reviews and I would say a 3.5. The premise is strange but works. The biggest downside is the main character Sam by a wide margin. This dude is arrogant, thinks that everything he does should be realized by everyone and wants to create a socialist utopia for Skeetman. I am not joking. This dude is both self centered and afraid to make any decision without getting others to know every single thing about the system that he is apart of. The main character is a huge bummer for this story cause there is nothing to root for about him. If Sam was treated like every other Skeetman that this society has ever had he would have died day 1 or 2 and that would be the end of story.