I wanted this to be better.
Not better in the way that one hopes the movie they are about to view is as good as the book (that rarely happens), and one is disappointed because the only similarity between the two is the title. Hence, one wishes the movie were better.
Rather, this better, more resembles the matter of Gustation vs. Olfaction. Like walking into a restaurant and being attacked with amorous suggestions by the wafting aromas that surround you, only to order, and find that the scents were all a façade... the tastes you receive are bland and too high in salt (a common indication that the food you are about to eat is not rich with flavor is the salt content, that, and a high capacity of old people seated at every table).
A not quite clever, but aptly named pizza shop, Pizzeria Kamikaze is stationed in the afterworld, a sort of purgatory, for those who ended their own life. The story resembles the title in this way, with subtlety that does not tie together, but wants to. Not quite clever enough.
Though the illustrations were attractive, and the idea was a novel one, I just didn't experience the same joy I get from other books in this genre. Satrapi's "Chicken With Plums," was mesmerizing and a little magical. After finishing the story of love, music, and death, I was satisfied into a contemplative silence, if only for a few minutes, that I still regard from time to time.
Perhaps it was the author's intention to create a lackluster story in a stagnant world. Keret's usual tendency of fantastical realism seemed cut down in this one, and it was disappointing to me.
And even though it wasn't too hard, though a bit of a stretch, to believe that Mordy's love interest, as well as his roommate, committed suicide, and were residing near one another by chance, I found myself wondering if Keret had read a lot of Seneca or at least had seen "The Heathers" one too many times, and was trying to reinterpret it.
Alas, it receives two stars from me. I might have given it one, but there is one moment worth mentioning:
A young guy, who is sort of a cult leader in life, is trying to coax those in death into believing that he is a religious guru, a sort of spiritual king of the underworld. As a ceremony, he will kill himself for a second time and, therefore, return to the living world. Unfortunately for him, his theory is flawed, and he knows nothing of the true inner workings. He thrusts a dagger into his abdomen and falls to the ground, from there he proceeds to a described hell.
Due to the easy readability of this book, I would recommend reading it whilst still in the bookstore, it will only take a few minutes, and maybe it will appeal more to others than it did to me.