There was an unmistakable rising sense that things had not gone completely back to normal. Something remained very, very wrong.
D.M. Sinclair's "A Hundred Billion Ghosts Gone" - or AHBG2 as I'll be calling it from henceforth - is the follow-up to the hilarious, um, "AHBG" (without the "gone" bit). According to the author in fact, we only have 99,999,999,998 books to go. And because of my obsessively compulsivitivity, I have gone ahead and pre-ordered all of them. And I say that even though I have to begrudgingly admit (also known as a confession covered in mud) that I wasn't AS big of a fan of this second book as I was the first nor even "Psychic Simon" which I've droned on about now in 2 other reviews. Hey, it was good. They're all good but this last one was a bit - I'm not sure how to phrase this - too dire? We'll get to all that in the coming paragraphs because I'm certainly going to get my money's worth here.
I just want to be sure that your ghost is intact. It’s more prone to instability than most people’s.
We return in this follow-up tale to the Post-Mortal Services Clinic, which remains not only busy but in the capable hands of Margie who now acts as its Manager and Chief Specialist. Naturally, Ryan has returned as well in his role as… did we decide on "Lab Assistant" or what exactly? In his own words, it's the kind of job that was tedious, rarely fun, and almost never enriched with six essential vitamins. Anyway, he's there, gets zapped a lot throughout the story as he tends to do and even obsessed way too hard about a rare brand of butter-flavored cereal (hence the vitamins reference). So yeah, you can tell we're in for a totally philosophical look at the here, the There, and all points in between. And totally not speaking of anyone else, Lowell is also back doing his best detective work by trying his utmost not to do any detective work at all. Which he excels at since the number of client cases he's solved since joining the team at the clinic has hovered at just under 1.
Cases just made his job harder, requiring him to do unpleasant things like show up, and think.
And things get especially tense for the world's worst detective when his chief rival Gwen - a psychic medium (see aforementioned Simon book!) works her way into things, all the while seemingly resembling Emma Thompson in my mind as she appeared in her role as whoever she was in "Harry Potter". Needless to say, there are more players, um, in play as well this time, ranging from an OFFICIAL Director of the Federal Bureau of Ghost Affairs (East Division), who in typical fashion for a government official can't even see nor hear ghosts through most of the book to even a former (waves in a way to indicate extreme formeritude) Official Famous Person that I'm not going to tell you about here because that would be a major spoiler. I mean, even if you were to hand me a 5 dollar note and even some pennies to go with it, I won't give anything away! I'm honest like that. But it makes for some pretty cool "hm, what's happening with all that" along the way! Even better than a day at the theatre. Ooops, too soon?
The lantern reveals the unseen spectral pathways of the ether … And it attracts and kills mosquitoes.
This time, however, like I said, there's much less hilarity - still lots of weirdness sure - to be had as the situation involving our spectral friends has grown quite dire (there's that word again!). Before of course we had the capital-B Blackout which revealed the ghosts of the world to the rest of the world that weren't ghosts (keep up, okay?). But this time we're also getting zappinations from the Sun that are causing a rash of capital-B Blinks, that despite the cuter name, are causing part of the population of ghosts to up and completely disappear. Which naturally also scares the bejeebus out of Ryan - and to an undefined level for Margie, too - since as we know he's had his ghost removed (voluntarily), then attached (involuntarily) to a knick-knack, then ripped (voluntarily) off of that, then assaulted (involuntarily) with enough voltage to power a Las Vegas city block. Again, it's no wonder that many scenes in this particular story involve his hair (pick a spot) bursting into flames.
He was officially excellent at being a ghost.
All-in-all then I found the pacing for AHBG2 not quite at the same level of reckless abandon as the first chapter. And I say this acknowledging Lowell's frequent driving shenanigans. I also was less… enamored? with some of the newer players, including the dude on the money and even Gwen herself. The constant descriptions of her voice actually echoed in my brain like fingernails on a chalkboard. I should probably dial back my own reading BOX (oh ha ha) a bit so that level of intensity isn't quite so overwhelming. But still, despite what I'd again call a slight lowering of pacing and laughability, this is a very, very readable book. Which you should read in a readably reading kind of way! One more for good measure: read it!
Never you mind that little Virginia speech. It is long over, a temporal concern of mortal men. The Toaster is eternal.
In terms of my next steps, well, I'm still looking very much forward to Sinclair's "Hole House" offers, though I think this time I'll build in a bit of a pause between now and same. This only because I don't want to imagine that reading his books without a break now for the better part of a week has put any kind of crinkle in my brain matter or otherwise influenced my opinion about his work. Just to be safe though, I've attached a few fondue forks to a hairdryer and am conducting tests as we speak. If I'm not back in a few hours, please call a psychic large to find me (why do they always go with mediums?). I'll be here all week folks. Ciao.