Johnson knows how to have fun on the page. The dialogue in BAD SUNSET is crisp, fresh, funny, and easy to hear bouncing around in your mind. But this is THE Alex S. Johnson, right? Odd things shall abound. Of course, while his characters are trading lines back and forth, and you realize you're only pages into the book, but he's ripped open a space-time continuum, introduced you to a badass magic man who rides a salamander, brought Jesus Christ himself into the mix, and let's not even get started on what zombie ooze lurks in the gutters, is crawling out of the muck to eat your brains and suck your soul. More, too. This is a metaphysical Bizarro western comedy drenched in mescal-juice and you're too deep in it to back out, because, like I said, that dialogue is darn good, and the leaps and bends are unexpected, but appropriate for how's laying it down--the rules are, Johnson makes the rules, just enjoy what he's throwing at you. He may have something to teach, too, might be things in here that have escaped me on first read, but what doesn't escape is his love of the genre and quest to give the reader something to savor and smile at--something to titillate?--and I'm hooked. Good work, Mr. Johnson.