From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain packs a superhero-sized punch. Artfully combining a comic self-help book geared towards hyper-sapiens seems like a great idea that would be entertaining standing on its own, but what makes this book such a joy to read is author Minister Faust's fantastic prose. Perhaps you will be taken a bit aback by the over-the-top language and unique character dialects, as I initially was, but I would urge the reader to stick with it, and you will be pleasantly rewarded with things like this: Inheriting a lugubriously legendary legacy impossible to leap above, but no longer possessing a substantial-enough organizing objective (or “mythic narrative”), the F*O*O*J's workplace dysfunction soon became a matter of public record (24) and a stunning departure from the factionalizing and the fractious fracas factory of the previous day (33).
The story deals with an especially dysfunctional group among the Fantastic Order of Justice, including billionaire industrialist The Flying Squirrel, hard as steel, yet dumb as rocks Omnipotent Man, Norse-she-warrior Iron Lass, the racially motivated X-Man, bisexual pop sensation Power Grrrl, and the walking and talking stereotype of The Brotherfly. All of the characters are riffs of better known superheros like Batman, Wonder Woman, Spiderman, but the ways that the characters interact in this narrative is definitely not juvenile. The story deals with sensitive topics like racism, sexism, and the struggles between rich and poor as well as young and old.
The main struggle is actualized in the fight between The Flying Squirrel and X-Man for control of the F*O*O*J. Although The Flying Squirrel is painted as an elitist and a racist – with outbursts like “Can you believe the nerve of that nattering negro nimrod?” said Mr. Piltdown to no one and everyone. “He's exploiting the death of our leader to advance his own political career! He's a goddamned polyp inside the colon of propriety!” (126). Of course X-Man, a homophobe, and a sort of jacked-up caricature of Malcom X, is hardly the model of sensibility, as he leads a maniacal investigation against the others in his investigation to find out who is responsible for the death of F*O*O*J founder Hawk King.
All the while our heroes are psychoanalyzed by narrator Dr. Brain, therapist to the super-powered, who often breaks from the narrative to give the reader juicy bits of wisdom, such as Trauma always reactivates the entire unexamined repository of unprocessed misery in the psychemotional cache, much in the way that the flatulence of a diseased colon is particularly fetid given the abundance of undigested organic material in its crevices. Our narrator does help most of the heroes become self-actualized hyper-humans, but for a few the ending is tragic. In the end this book shows what happens when one becomes totally consumed by their convictions, and loses sight of group-cohesion rather than personal pride.
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There are too many great excerpts from this novel, but I think that my favorite is just a real short line. Silence sandpapered a minute off the clock (229). Very good.