Jack Randall knew immediately something was off when he pulled up to the old roadhouse.
Little did he know that crossing paths that night with the establishment's beautiful bartender and her handsomely-rugged boyfriend/cook would lead to him recalling his former life as a god – or fighting a rematch with the god who had stolen his memories.
A strange short story with an unexpected mythological twist. It gave me the feeling of being narrated through a down-to-earth kinda guy's weirdest dream ever, where things just randomly made sense to him even when logic screamed otherwise and had me bemused. Only it's not a dream, and when everything slots into place...
Truth be told I wasn't sure this was going to be one for me. Our narrator Jack is an older gent, one who worried me when he couldn't help but notice how good bar lady Joelle looked... I was afraid it was going to b one of those male gaze stories. But thank goodness Jack's a pretty decent guy, full of wry humour and warmth. The mythological elements were pretty nicely done (it's impossible not to say American Gods only less of the bodily fluids) with more of that dry wit.
I was pretty confused in the beginning as to why Jack doesn't question the strangeness unfolding around him. But hey, suspend your disbelief. This is one for those who like dream-like magical realism, good honest narrators, and just a little bit of humour when it comes to meeting beings of myth.
I don’t know what I expected with this book. It was a short read so I thought why not! I was confused pretty much the whole time but you kind of just need to trust what’s going on. I liked the mythological side but all I could think about was the marvel movies lol. If you’re looking for a book that’s a little weird and short I’d recommend.