When you need a detective, call someone else. When you need help, call someone else. When you need someone to smash the bejeezus out of a possessed doll, call me.
My first book of 2025! This was a welcome stocking stuffer (as in, I ordered it for myself to put in my own stocking. When you're a parent and the main person making Xmas happen it's the kind of thing you have to do).
A laugh out loud (god I hate writing that, it makes it sound stupid, and yeah it is actually stupid, but it's supposed to be and also it's stupid funny, so there,) account of a paranormal investigator's training and typical day-in-the-life. Peter Derk writes the best and funniest pathetic loser characters. I sincerely hope this is not reflective of anything.
I note that the author's name appears nowhere on the book-as-physical-object. Not the spine, not the front cover, not the back cover, not the title page, not the copyright page (there isn't one). Presumably this is so that if someone enters his dwelling, and if he even has physical copies of his own work lying around, in case that person picks up it and scoffs, "Wow, someone actually wrote this?" then he has plausible deniability. Which is probably the correct way to go in this case.
(Seriously, Peter, I love your stuff, thanks for it.)
5 stars, a tour de force. This is the one that's going to buy me a supercar. Or at least an issue of a magazine that tells me which kind of supercar would be good to buy.
Did you read the first paragraph and laugh so hard that your son stopped gaming (which he wouldn't even do if there was a tornado riding an earthquake through your apt) and then came to see if you were alright because he thought you were crying and he was right because you were but it was crying from laughter?
If the answer is yes, then you NEED to read this book.
Mike is an inept paranormal investigator, operating out of a Burger King restaurant, half-assing his way through ghost encounters, and making some of the the most inane and ludicrous life-observations humanly possible. He is not very smart but he doesn't let that get in the way of doing his job -- and thankfully, stupid mayhem ensues.
I have never read anything as funny as the ramshackle shenanigans of Ghost Dick: Private Eye in my life. Consistently funny. Like laugh out loud, tears streaming down my face hilarious. Author Peter Derk has truly created one of the most bonkers, off-the-wall, ridiculous reads with this offering. Like if Nicholson Baker and Sam Pink got drunk and made a love-child together. And not only does it read fun, but you can tell the author had a blast writing this tale of utter lunacy. A dumb-funny masterpiece.
I so wanna sequel. Or a short film adaptation. Or a comic book series. Or a pair of unisex briefs with a glow-in-the-dark Ghost Dick logo on the crotch. Three pairs.
Ok, you may need a seriously quirky sense of humor to find this hilarious because I kept reading selections out loud to my husband who just stared at me, shook his head, and went back to reading the paper; but I thought this was brilliant!
Am I the only one who kept thinking of Reba’s son in law Van from the tv show?
Anyway, to recap: laugh out loud funny. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.
I read the blurb and thought this looked like my kind of stupid book.
Boy howdy was I right. The bit with the raccoon made me cackle like a maniac. My neighbors were probably staring at our shared wall and wondering what is wrong with me.