Two months ago, I wrote the following:
"Adam Howe has a very sick mind. Here's to hoping they never find a cure.
Full review soon!"
It's only once in a blue moon that soon actually means soon, so I hope you can find a pinch of forgiveness in your hearts after this false but well-intended promise. I normally would have jumped into reviewing this post-haste, much in keeping with this novel's fast and murderous pace, but then stuff happened like work and girlfriend and family and holidays and THIS BOOK'S AUTHOR LEAVING A COMMENT ON MY PRE-REVIEW. I considered playing it cool and all that, but damn, he said he's LOOKING FORWARD to the full review. The cliché-ridden text I was going to write up wouldn't fly, not with him in the audience. He's a crazy cat. He conjures up psychos, deranged beasts and exploding limbs when he is pleased, and I'd hate to find out what he'll come up with if he isn't. He shook hands with STEPHEN KING, so he can even bring in reinforcements if need be.
I considered not writing anything. You know, play dead. So I went on to other projects, such as reading other books and writing other reviews and then I read Stephen King's "On Writing" and loved it and then I was reminded of how Howe was shaking hands with the King and you know why he was shaking hands? I don't know either but I guess him winning the "On Writing" contest has got something to do with it!! Like, he took my recently found aspiring writer's Bible and noticed it wasn't a Bible but a game and then went ahead and won it. Wow! Then I somehow sensed the truth. There's no avoiding this. I have to write this review or I'll be dead next Tuesday, mauled by a hellhound named Gino or a carnivorous cow whose name doesn't matter because SHE EATS PEOPLE WHO ASK ABOUT IT.
So at first I was going to do the thing that everybody half-awake during the nineties would do when presented with a story full of cool, fucked-up characters and great dialogue: compare the book to something Quentin Tarantino or the Coen brothers would make a movie out of. But Tarantino, every '90s nerd's ticket to the cool club, is such a review-cliché by now that I can only use him in an apologetic and roundabout way, i.e. dissing the practice as a means of participating in it.
Oh, hold up, did I say story? More like three stories, and all three have a fantastic premise. Stephen King's "On Writing" states that a story should start from a situation, and boy, has Howe got some situations for you:
An amateur porn movie is rudely interupted by what appears to be a skunk ape kidnapping the male star.
A girl gets caught in a triangle that has as its points: meticulously deranged, sexually deranged, wildly deranged and a hellhound named Roscoe. (Geometriez, lool)
An almost fingerless pianist decides to sleep with the wife of a jealous innkeeper who's got a short temper, a paranoid mind and a pet alligator.
Yikes!
And you know what they say about the devil, right? The greatest trick he's ever pulled is making people laugh. Funny bloke, that. So is Adam Howe. I'm not saying he's the devil though. Every story features an animal and some of them end up on top, which is Adam's ticket to heaven right there. I'm not saying whether the dog ate that hatchet or to what extent that strangely saved his life, that's for you to find out.
Last word for the prose! It's fast! What I'dl like to highlight in particular is that Adam Howe writes the best fights. Fists fly, guns blaze, explosions and havoc and destruction!!! Bones crunch, guts splatter, skin gets shred in strips of agony.
But then, there is also sweet poetry, such as this:
"You play piano as good as me, the dames can't wait to find out if your magic fingers can tickle the ovaries like they tinkle the ivories."
Beautiful.
Definitely read the story notes. It's got this great bit about the "endorsement" written by the president of the Society for the Preservation of the Skunk Ape for the first story. I don't know if this actually happened for real because I can't find anything about this society on the Internet, other than references to this book, but even if it didn't happen it makes for a hilarious anecdote.
So yeah, get this!
I guess that's it for this review. I hope that despite the meagre 4-star rating it's... wait, did I hear mooing?