Soul Collector is a joyride from start to finish– there’s no slow burn here, Sippian is thrown straight in the deep end and the reader is too.
I enjoyed the fact that this book is mainly dialogue – the characters present -themselves- in their realest form and we get to know them through their speech, through their responses, their real-time reactions to situations, their thoughts aloud. The dialogue is whip-smart throughout (frequently laugh-out-loud funny, other times poignant, wise), each voice is authentic (you can hear and see the characters in your head as you read) and the flow and fast-pace of Knox’s prose makes Soul Collector consistently entertaining (I devoured this book in one sitting).
What I love about Knox’s characters is that these are very real people not only trying to survive death, but trying to survive LIFE, in a world where the odds are stacked against them and the stakes are sky high. Knox tells us only the facts, only what we -need- to know – the characters tell us everything else. Every word of this book is purposeful, each sentence is exact in its message, bold in its delivery – there is no unnecessary ‘filler’ text to be found, no needless descriptions or diversions, just pure grit and facts, a contemporary tragicomedy told with flair, humour and wisdom.
Knox is an incredibly intelligent writer – personifying Death in art and literature is not a novel concept but I can’t think of any creator who has humanised Death in the way that Knox has (made Death into such a believable, real, concrete figure) and approached the philosophical aspect of life and death with such frankness, with absolute truth, no sugar-coating or pleasantries.
Through his characters, Knox shares keen insights into the ugly reality of the human condition when we’re forced to fight to survive in a fractured and unjust society. Knox acknowledges that there are always levels in society, and his exploration of these hierarchies (whether it’s the law of the streets with the top dog elders and younger low-level gang members, or in business with a boss and minions) is compelling. But he also calls out the toxic hierarchal structures that exist to serve the people that are at the top of the food chain and keep those at the bottom stuck in the mud. Chapters like the ones about Brotha Mayor, for example, depict corruption in authority, but Knox conveys this with biting and brilliant satire, instead of sounding preachy or pitiful.
His writing is non-traditional which is such a welcome change for me - the language is old skool street made fresh with his signature stylistic choices (for example, his use of capitalisation is perfect - Knox is totally in control of where the emphasis lies and the impact is consistently effective) and playful treatment of grammar "rules". Another one of my favourite aspects of Soul Collector is the recurring themes of suspicion and/or superstition.
I knew from reading Knox’s poetry that he’s experienced A LOT in his life, that he’s no rookie, that he’s seen and done things most of us never will (and wouldn’t want to) and reading Soul Collector felt like an education of sorts. I felt lucky that Knox was imparting his wisdom with me, was sharing his world with me, his own philosophies and lessons learned – again, this book wasn’t preachy or lecturing at all (as literature on Death can be), rather it was full of little gifts. Soul Collector is a triumph and I can’t wait to read the sequel. (You ARE writing the sequel, yeah Duvay?!?!)