Don’t Let Death Make You Its Bitch!
Well, that certainly was… I mean, it was definitely chock full of… And those other bits, they were also just… I mean, when you combine all of that into one… um, what the fvck did I just read?
It was a dark and stormy night, but don’t let that scare you. Every night is dark and stormy on this godforsaken rock.
Kids (actual ones) and kids at heart, please, PLEASE do not misinterpret my rating of Antonis Tsagaris' (would you believe I wrote his name from memory… ha!) extremely unique book "Satan, Aliens, Go!". This is absolutely not an indication that I did not like it or was otherwise not entertained or - is my wont noting my severe OCD-tendencies combined with a side salad of anal retentiveness - that I even found more editing mistakes than most independently published books tend to have. Because NONE of that would be the case (ok, weird punctuation sometimes but let's move on). No, I am genuinely a little flabbergasted after my relatively short reading session - it is after all a relatively short book - and am, as mentioned, genuinely not entirely sure what I've read.
The landscape, even though it smelled like a urinal with a yeast infection that had just shit itself, was strangely comforting.
How to explain what I have managed to ascertain about all this (waves vaguely). Tsagaris has written - I think - what is a fairly good hommage (1 or 2 'm' version, your call) to "The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy" (mentioned by name even no less than 4 times within!), among other classics. And of the 42 (ha!) books out there that I think more than deserve such a worshipful treatise, that is definitely a good one to go for. Granted AT mixes in a lot of extras along the way, including what I would consider either an full dollop of Heide Goody / Iain Grant goody-ness (ref. that clovenhoofed rascal Satan) or even a solid nod to Chris Tullbane and his beloved - and very protective - asparagus demi-god Lord Beel-Kasan (part of the "John Smith" classics and very much a good pal of Chthulu among others). So yeah, there's a lot of great references if your reading history resembles mine along with a lot of popular culture nods as well, including the best indicator of our society of all, namely, reality TV.
Adolf Hitler was having a disagreement with Genghis Khan about toilet rights.
Like I said and will say again, the book is well-written albeit somewhat slow-moving (under the circumstances mind you) so I have no complaints there. Where I'm still a little bit on the fence that guards the decaying interdimensional portal which has directly or indirectly doomed us all to a life of immortal pixelation is that the humo(u)r is pretty much hit or miss throughout. Oh the book tries, goodness gracious it tries to be funny but… well, I think you just have to judge for yourself. A lot of said haha-ination is very juvenile in nature - intentionally so I'm sure - and didn't do all that much for me = the guy that read the book and is writing this review. That's not to say it wasn't funny, no, but what did it do for me is the question. Were there sections that either elicited LOL's or ROFL's? Welllll… Let's just say my more than scholarly-formulated answer remains : I dunno.
Dude, I’m farting rainbows. This is the life.
If I had to give one compliment to the author - well, I don't have to but I will anyway - is that my curiousity is more than piqued (and maybe also peeked and peaked, too). I do want to find out what happens to the apparently trillions of people involved in this story - including the billions on Earth as well as what I assume are at least that many in (on?) Hell as well. For a guy with a one-off pun for a name, I am interested in seeing what turns out to be Occam's fate, as well as his immediate loved ones. And naturally the other 6 or 7 main players involved up to this point, including Occam's ex, his dead (?) son and the weird conspiracy theory dude.
Please drop some of that horse manure coming out of your mouth in my garden on your way out, I heard it’s good for the plants.
So, yeah, I'm going to have another coffee, file my review on all appropriate sites, send this book back to the KU overlords (hallowed be their subscription limits) and then download Book 2 immediately. I think that's more than fair. And really, if you don't like it, I'll just turn you into a Raelian snow cave monster, which oddly enough seems to resemble female genitalia. Sigh… I really hope that isn't a "Star Wars" reference…