John Booker is dead. John Booker, fading TV star is dead inside, his career as host of a late night talk entertainment gossip show has stalled. He’s in his early thirties, with no future. He’s addicted to sex, booze and party drugs. The walls of society are enclosing in all around him, whilst the doors of reality are crumbling. John Booker, a flawed and failed man wakes up one day and discovers he’s dead. Society has become spiritless and heartless. Cheap thrills and self-obsession have become the new dogmas of life. John Booker is on a mission to purify the world, through violence, sex, fire and drugs. Is John Booker the new crowned King of the Dead? His only friend, his only companion in this descent into madness and eternal damnation, is Helena—a dark angel of desire, Heroin addict and the love of John’s life. This is the last will and testament of John Booker. This is his confession and his admission on why he had to die. Blood flows through the streets of Melbourne as Booker and Helena take on the rich, the powerful, the mob, a paedophile ring and madness itself.
This was completely messed up, yet perfectly controlled. Poetic, think beat poetry meets Virginia Woolf with a dash of Vonnegut. The writing was fluid and beautiful and many of the phrases will stay with me long after finishing the book. I loved this so much so I'm going to fangirl all over the place now. I guess the subject matter could be considered a bit 'out there' but none of that bothered me in the slightest. It's a part one, so part two is coming soon, I hope. *drums fingers*