Grown in the hills of Galilee, Dead Mother is a strain of cannabis whose psychoactive properties are too strong to be legal anywhere. Which means that people will do anything to control the U.S. market—lie, steal, blackmail, kill, even kidnap their own children. It’s that last one that really sticks in my heart.
If I have to describe myself, I’d say I’m a bumbling, half-assed, streetwise mystic looking for meaning in this crazy world. I can also say I worked for 25 years as an Executive Editor at Entertainment Weekly and People magazine. Other highlights on my CV: As a recovering addict and alcoholic, I’ve spent time in jail, rehab and a psych ward, and I’ve managed to stay sane and alive since then. I’ve tried to capture the struggle for spiritual survival, every day, every hour, every moment, in my books.
Could not finish. I started out liking the book and laughing my face off finding the story stimulating, the writing quirky and witty, and enjoying the author's make-up descriptive words. And then. *sigh* The fast paced story began to feel manic. The made up words became cutesy sounding, and I couldn't stand one more catastrophic event or one more essay describing the world as a dark, f**led up place. It was all too much. The author is obviously intelligent and talented, but it felt like he was trying too hard. I put the book down. A week later I tried again, and immediately cried "Uncle!" This book was too much even for me. I'm sure it appeals to a certain following, people with certain tastes, who have the energy and intelligence to keep up.
I received How To Call Your Dead Mother through a Goodreads Giveaway.
It's an interesting read. That's really all I can say, it's one of those books that isn't memorable in any way. The title caught my eye and the concept helped to draw me in, but the book itself quickly failed my expectations. How To Call Your Dead Mother was definitely not what I was expecting, and that's unfortunate.
Every person, place, or thing that in some way contacts the main character in this story is left soiled. Even the Easter Bunny somehow seems dirtied just having been in his thoughts.