When Marsellus Wallace is given the opportunity to invest in a pioneering new resort, he jumps at it, but after several years of no contact his patience runs out and he sends his two henchmen, Jules and Vincent, to find out what's happened to his money. They fly to a private island off of Costa Rica where they discover their boss has invested in a dinosaur theme-park, but before they get chance to call and tell him what's going on, the park is plunged into chaos and Jules and Vincent find themselves fighting for their lives.
'How the hell we gonna tell him he's bought a god-damned dinosaur?'
Dot Gumbi is a British author with a flair for the far-fetched and ridiculous. His comedy novels, ranging from pirates fighting cockneys to unlikely movie mash-ups involving dinosaurs and gangsters, have delighted readers looking for something off-beat, unpredictable, and absurd.
All his books are from his own brain. No Artificial Intelligence. Never has been. Never will be. All far-fetched craziness is the result of his own imagination. He even frowns at the spell-checker.
If you like Douglas Adams, Robert Rankin, or Jasper Fforde, there's a chance you'll like his work.
Think Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, but with Jules and Vincent from Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction instead of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, and instead of wandering through Shakespeare's Hamlet, they are comedically squabbling through Spielberg's movie Jurassic Park. Granted that this parody is resting on the shoulders of giants, it works surprisingly well, with amusing dialogue, spot-on satire, and some finely tuned meta-fictional flourishes. Particularly amusing was a scene where Jules lectures Hammond for being racist because he notes that the only two Black men in the control room looked the same. Of course, the joke is that Jules and Arnold in each movie were both played by Samuel L. Jackson.