This morning I was in bed staring at the ceiling until I felt my eyes glaze over; my brain a flurry of activity: How in the hell do you write a review for a book like this?
I buddy read this with my best friend, Mindi (which means we just acknowledge we'll read a specific book around the same time. Haha! She devoured this one & I went meticulous with it). Mindi offered to write her review first so I could see where she went with it and now that I've read her review and a few others from some people I trust, I have what I want to say, sorted.
*cracking my knuckles and taking a deep breath* Let's do this.
I think the tendency here would be to make a lot of comparisons--Skullcrack City reminded me of *this* or this is a mash-up of this & that but Skullcrack City isn't really like anything else and Jeremy R Johnson has his own, peculiar voice so I'm going to try to avoid comparisons.
This book cannot be pigeonholed into any one genre or even three. If I was forced to shelve it under anything, I'd put it under "Bizzaro Fiction"/"Cyberpunk"/"Horror".
The first part of the book is unputdownable-I was immediately sucked into the protagonist's insane lifestyle. For several chapters Johnson demonstrates what he does best: Character-driven world building with decorative, hilarious, mind-blowing language. Line by line this is technicolor brilliance, I almost wanted to whip out my journal and write quotes down so I could use them to impress my friends with my fancy expletives (but I didn't because I was busy reading and I didn't want to kill the vibe).
After an event in the story, we enter into an entirely different narrative style and that same protagonist had suddenly grown on me in a way that wasn't there before. It was a complete shift in gears that was so jarring, at first I couldn't hang with it, what's different about Doyle? Why do I suddenly like him and I'm accepting this love interest thing with this newly introduced character, Dara? But then I remembered I met Doyle in extreme duress and in a drug-induced state of paranoia--this is Doyle, sober. There was a come-down here in the middle of the book and then just as things feel a little 'roomy' and 'normal' Johnson shifts gears and I'm off to the races-again. It's bananas and I loved it. It required a total abandonment of all my presumptions and anticipation--this is a ride and it was best if I just let go of the safety bar, put my hands in the air and enjoyed it.
Just because this book sounds fucked up and weird shouldn't turn you off--I can recommend this to literally anyone because I can easily build bridges from this story to anyone's pet-favorite genre (except maybe YA Fantasy-I got none of that showing up here). I think it would help to read his collection, Entropy in Bloom, first. Just to dip your toe in Johnson's unique brand of weird and you'd get an introduction to the League of Zeroes, which goes deeper in Skullcrack City-I enjoyed that immensely and I was glad I already knew about 'Body Mods".
Finally, This is your brain *shows egg* this is your brain on drugs *cracks egg into a hot pan* this is your brain on Jeremy R Johnson *slides egg into a VitaMix blender on level 10*
Drinks it.