Well, this was all kinds of fun. Suicide isn’t usually the starting point for a gamboling escapade that takes in full force insane frivolity amongst the deadest deadpan and derisive sniggers but it is the jumping off point we get. Here the tone is set early on with lots of technicolor violence and lashings of lowlife sex. Our characters exist in a fluid between world, leaping from a grey existence to one peppered with the obvious destinations for deprived senses. When the desperation to exit takes such a bizarre turn in the hiring of a hitman to carry out the final act then things are going to get weird.
But weird is just the start as things get crazy pretty quick. I suppose that can happen when you are trying to kill yourself via hitman. As we enter a vortex of mental it becomes clear that the compulsion to end a life through the ultimate twisted logic solution may have the potential to backfire. This book takes these extreme situations and adds the farcical, the repulsive and, at times, a real sense of pathos. These characters could’ve so easily been cartoonish but they are real flesh and blood, blood that sprays everywhere! As they run from one hapless and misjudged event to another it is a relief to be presented with the real world regrets and sadnesses of characters that are chaotically human. The relationships between the main characters are defined by everyday miscommunications that domino into unforeseen consequences, and when the stakes are this high trouble is an inevitability.
There are some genuinely touching reflections against the backdrop of people caught up in desperate lives, with razor sharp observations on the vagaries and confused rationales that human nature can come up with. This may make you laugh, it may make you cry, it will definitely make you wince, and probably heave. But in a good way.