"Any movie, even the worst, is better than real life." - Sebastian Horsley
"When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." - Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
The epigraphs are best kept in mind while reading 'Black Neon', a satire and a crime caper whose content and style is clearly influenced by 'Pulp Fiction', 'Thelma & Louise', any one of Thompson's books, and possibly even Joan Didion. This novel is cinematic in a way that I've never before read in any other novel; O'Neil's selection of characters feel so familiar because they're often living out the clichés of archetypes we've seen numerous times in (other) cult movies. So, I found the first chapter of this novel/movie - following the prostitute Genesis as she nearly becomes the victim of a serial killer, is raped by a trio of frat guys, and is saved from death at the hand of her drug-dealer by Lupita, the femme fatale, whom he had also wronged - kind of frustrating. There's nothing in O'Neil's prose to clue the reader in to what it is that he's doing, so the wise-cracking dialogue at the crucial meeting of Genesis and Lupita seems corny to me, reminiscent of a B-movie. This is bad, and it's made worse when you realise that these two characters aren't actually ironic subjects. Irony is saved for narcissistic, power-hungry filmmakers who are willing to do anything to make money and exploit their "actors" in order to arrive at some profound understanding. Jacques Seltzer, one such character, really picks the novel up with the hilarious, sometimes ridiculous situations he gets himself in. These moments, fleeting as they are, feel necessary in order to humanise O'Neil's cast of derelicts, which are the real concern of this novel. Randal, a reformed drug addict struggling with alcohol dependency; Jeffrey, a heroin addict struggling to stay afloat, and his girlfriend Rachel, a superstitious transvestite; Gibby, Jacques' desperately neurotic agent; and, despite my initial misgivings, Lupita, dabbler in black magic, who had a terrible childhood that still haunts her. I came to love all of them over the course of the novel - though it took longer for some to make an impression on me. Their struggles are oddly realistic, no matter how chaotic the world aroud them is, or how madly they are obliged to chase around the cartoonish Jacques Seltzer.
Sometimes 'Black Neon' reads like nothing more than an exercise in vulgarity, what with all the profanity, sex, habitual drug taking, and death. It loses its shock-value quickly and becomes tiresome. But then O'Neil balances it out, occassionally, with great emotional insight, and vivid description.
'Black Neon' is hampered by its movie-style ambitions, but it's a fun ride if you can get past its flaws. I didn't find it hard with the distinctive colloquial dialogue, meticulously structured narrative, and the unusual, but interesting, examination of drug addiction - which is more than 'Pulp Fiction' cared to do.