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256 pages, Paperback
Published December 23, 2015
If you’re familiar with Chris’ last book, or his blog, you’ll see his trademark humor in this book. In fact, Marty McCrae is the (really old) embodiment of the living-a-colorful-life/using-all-the-crayons principle. The book is set in the future, and McCrae is the very last surviving member of the baby boomer generation. Taking society’s reality television obsession to an extreme, and ghoulish pinnacle, one crafty entrepreneur comes up with the idea of making Marty’s demise a lottery. The winner is the person in the room with McCrae when he goes to his maker. Marty agrees only because it’s an opportunity for an audience. He feels he has lots of wisdom to impart. He’s lived a long, colorful life, seen the world change, and he has quite a bit to say about it.
Marty offers little nuggets like, “I used to pray for riches and get nothing. Then I prayed for wisdom and needed nothing.” Part of his world view: “He’d laugh the hardest when things got really bad. He couldn’t wait to see if they could possibly get any worse. Usually, they did not. When you hit rock bottom, there’s no where to go but up. And he’d hit bottom so many times he’d developed saddle-like callouses on his buttocks. Humiliation’s only humiliating for those who’ve never learned to laugh at themselves. He’d mastered that years ago. He reveled in his foibles, follies and foolish mistakes.” He laments at his friend’s funeral: “It was like a party designed to be no fun. . . It was the first time in his life he was in the same room with these people where the chances of laughter were absolute zero.” On money woes: “Poverty only means poor when you’re comparing yourself to the wrong people. He’d been dumpster-diving broke a number of times in his life, but that always made him recall the poor souls who lived and died among the trash dumps in the Philippines. . . . Being dead in a cemetery must have been better than living in a landfill.” And on prayer: “Too many people pray every night that God will change the world and then spend the rest of the next day ignoring all the God-given powers each has to change the world.”
Lest I give you the idea this is a serious, philosophical book, I should mention that in this future world, women are stricken by the “Boobonic Plague” which gives women with enhanced breasts enhanced intelligence, Marty spends some time on a planet called Gonto, he comes up with the revolutionary idea to save the newspaper industry by make newspapers edible so they won’t end up in landfills, and people are having scannable bar codes implanted so people with cell phones can get the down-low on them, including how sexually aroused they are. Marty’s a drinker, and a farter, and likes his women. He is intent on coming up with a new word that will be added to the Oxford dictionary and tries out new creations all the time, like “comatoes” (when a foot falls asleep), “glibberish,” (when people make pointless party conversation and really wanted to be talking to someone else), and “slimitators” (people who starve themselves to look like skinny celebrities). You get the idea. . .
The bottom-line is that Chris is running with his idea a colorful life being the key to happiness, and he’s morphed that into this new satirical novel. This new book is humorous, but also insightful.