The narrator of this brilliantly original novel was made on 3 November 2022 in an industrial estate on the outskirts of Chelmsford. After three weeks of childhood he is sent to work in ShopAlot, St Pancras, next to the most famous little church in the world. He's a supermarket trolley with a faith in God.
In the church he meets Edgar Malroy, founder of Scepticism Inc., owner of the Metaphysical Betting Shop, soon to be the richest man in the world. Edgar takes bets on metaphysical propositions and never loses; but Edgar's Achilles' heel is his love for Sophia, a ridiculously beautiful woman who thinks she is a messenger from God.
There once was a generation of writers influenced by Kurt Vonnegut. They liked short sentences. Not only that, they liked to take paragraph breaks after each sentence. Like this. As though each stand-alone sentence contained some special significance or profound wisdom nestling in the syllables. Which they didn’t.
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One day, a writer who chose to publish under the name Bo Fowler appeared. For some unfathomable reason, his book was published by Vintage, a division of Random House. A major publisher. He wasn’t only influenced by Kurt Vonnegut, he was convinced he was Kurt Vonnegut. He wrote silly sentences like this:
I have loved two women in my long and somewhat ridiculous life. One was Kitty Fitzgerald, and one was completely nuts.
He devoted whole chapters to sentences like this:
Edgar Malroy always misspelt Scepticism. Whenever I pointed this out to him he would say, ‘How do you know?’
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Bo Fowler studied philosophy, then later Creative Writing in East Anglia under Malcolm Bradbury. Did Malcolm Bradbury sit on top of him while teaching? This book came out in 1998. Bo thought that stringing a series of semi-comic surreal images around a wacky satirical plot made for a decent book. Random House obviously thought so too. So devoted was he to being Kurt Vonnegut, he even stole features of Kurt’s writing. Features like quoting from epitaphs. And cute comic catchphrases. Like ‘Aloha.’ Both within the first fifteen pages. Skimming though the book, my eye also fell on the use of ‘Imagine that.’ Which if I’m not mistaken is direct plagiarism of Kurt Vonnegut. Imagine that!
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Bo Fowler has published three books since 1998. On his author profile he cites his influences as Richard Brautigan, Kurt Vonnegut and Fredrick Nietzsche. Is Fredrick Nietzsche related to Friedrich Nietzsche? Or was that a funny? The latest blog post from Bo showcases his side-splitting sense of humour:
My wife and I took our two children to a coffee shop. My wife went to get our coffees and when she came back I asked her which one was mine. She pointed at my son Zak and said ‘I’m pretty sure he is.’
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It is not my aim to persecute Bo Fowler. He is probably an amiable chap. Probably. But why, so shamelessly, ape a famous author’s style? I don’t think I’ve read a book so blatantly like Kurt Vonnegut. He does Vonnegut better than Vonnegut did at the end of his life. Ha ha. Why concentrate on surreal humour in place of the deeply moving humanist decency at the heart of Kurt’s books? Why take his style, but discard his substance? Why? Perhaps this is the answer:
‘Scepticism Inc.’ (1998) is Bo Fowler’s intelligent, insightful, original, surreal, occasionally self-consciously madcap or bizarre, but very funny novel all about religion (organised or otherwise) faith and the concepts of purpose and truth.
Fowler studied philosophy at University and clearly ‘Scepticism Inc.’ is ultimately rooted in philosophical analysis (scepticism itself of course being a philosophical school of thought). Fowler clearly knows his Nietzsche and wants to make sure that we know that too – although in the context of ‘Scepticism’ I’m not entirely sure what the insertion and reference to Nietzsche actually adds to the narrative – other than to demonstrate the authors’ knowledge?
Fowler’s analysis and deconstruction of religion, faith and belief is also coupled perhaps a little clumsily with the concept of ‘conscious’ (i.e. Artificially Intelligent) electrical appliances. Clearly Fowler has a predetermined and ideological agenda (occasionally polemical) in the writing of ‘Scepticism’ and this is not a book for the religious or the devout – but then again maybe it should be? Those who are confident in their belief should clearly be completely open to critical analysis and challenging of that faith and belief system.
The novel is set against the surreal backdrop of a near future society and the advent of the ‘metaphysical betting shop’ (‘put your money where your metaphysics are’ indeed). The main protagonists in ‘Scepticism’ being – Edgar (the agnostic/atheist and betting shop founder) Sophia (the evangelist) and the conscious shopping trolley (our narrator) and are all well drawn, interesting and engaging characters.
In terms of Fowler's influences here – clearly Nietzsche as well as Vonnegut, Douglas Adams, philosophical scepticism as well as hints and echoes of ‘Network’ (1976 film) – particularly in the novels portrayal of the media of television hurtling completely out of control.
Despite being relatively short (coming in at around 250 pages) ‘Scepticism’ does have a tendency towards unnecessary repetition and does feel a little overlong. This novel would have benefitted from some editing and trimming back and would have been more powerful and had more impact if shorter. Overall though and on balance, ‘Scepticism’ is undoubtedly a very funny, original, thought provoking, challenging, very entertaining and surprisingly accessible analysis of the role of religion and belief in society.
Bo Fowler does not like your religion. Don't worry, it isn't personal; he isn't particularly fond of any religion. He thinks they are all equally destroying humankind in general. (At least, that seems to be his general theme.)
How to solve this problem? Create a way for religions to eventually destroy themselves. Such is the premise of Scepticism, Inc. Edgar Malroy, self-ascribed agnostic of the extreme kind, has brought metaphysical betting shops to the market, allowing people to place money on whether something other-worldy and spiritual they believe happens to be true. It's a tough bet for Edgar to lose, since no one can prove a damn thing. Even the AI-enhanced supermarket trolley can't back up his absolute assertion that God exists, but Edgar is willing to take his bet.
Needless to say, the religious take up betting on faith with - um - religious fervor. Market crashes, holy wars, prophet mania, and humanitarianism ensue. In the frivolous manner that can only be applied to the most sacred of subjects, people's faith, Fowler has created a work that rings with hilarity, nihilist philosophy, and contemplation on the state of human morality.
I read this when I was 15 and, as some books do at that age, it completely changed my life.
It encouraged me to question the faith I had grown up with but was weighing me down, it made me certain that I wanted to write books and it also encouraged me to take a BA in philosophy (which I hated) and a MA in Creative Writing (which I loved).
Reading it recently, I do not think it is such a good book as I did once, the Vonnegutisms are a little awkwardly handed and the jokes that thrilled me enough to read the book once a month for several years, now seem a bit obvious.
However, it is hard to look objectively at this book for me because of the time I read it and what it did for me.
I tell everyone I know to read this book. It's one of my absolute favorites, and I will absolutely NOT lend out my copy -- that's how much I love it! If you like sci-fi, robots, weirdness, metaphysical betting, and hilarity, give this one a shot. (And by the way, I don't even really like sci-fi or robots...and i still think it's great.)
This book was one of those that made me laugh out loud on every page. Besides that, it is a completely whitty and perfectly orchestrated satire of the absurdity of organized religion and the lengths it will go to justify something that cannot be proven.
This book occupied a big space in my life for many years before I ever read it. I bought it from a discounted-books rack after I read the opening few pages and was suitably impressed. However, like so many others books that I own, it then sat for many years in various boxes alongside other unread volumes.
That's where my girlfriend at that time plucked it from and read it. We both had very religious upbringings, but she was still somewhat in the fold. This book seemed to be revelation for her, and was one of those books that has a pretty big effect on her life. So, the book changed my life as well as a downstream impact on her. This book has great power, and can affect you simply by possessing a copy, even without reading.
All that happened a long time ago. But now I have read the book myself, and can report that is indeed a book I should have read sooner. It is certainly inspired by Vonnegut both in its writing style and treatment of its subject, but who better to be inspired by? It's funny and skewering of religious dogmas, and occasionally poignant as well. It's a book about the Holy but most of the people who consider themselves among the Holy will not much appreciate it.
The plot involves the creation of a "metaphysical betting shop" where religious devotees are encouraged to place nonsensical bets on their metaphysical ideas. These bets can never be substantiated, and bettors thereby automatically forfeit their money to the house in each instance. Yet, so strong is their conviction in their faith, that placing these bets comes to be a matter of status and pride to many of these patrons. Slowing but surely the world's religions bankrupt themselves by betting larger and larger sums that their own religious ideas are correct.
It's a clever satire and just as importantly doesn't stick around any longer than it really needs to in order to say its piece and clear out. A book that deserves better than the discount book bin. Be careful about owning this book because it might have a greater impact than you know.
Oh, I dunno. It was a fast read and that excuses it from some criticism. I'm sure it was meant to be a fast read, and I'm fine with that.
The author signals early on that we are in for some oddness by making it clear that the narrator is a self-aware supermarket trolley. If you don't care for that sort of thing, you'd be wise to move on to another book whiel the rest of us accept that for this ride the author is wearing baggy pants and a red nose, and probably has a seltzer bottle somewhere.
Soon we are asked to believe that people would place bets that they can't win or lose, making them roughly equivalent to burning cash. That's a huge and implausible barrier, and you just have to accept it for the sake of the story. Once you are past that, the story unfolds reasonably.
Then we get some good and amusing observations about how religions behave. And that's what the book's about. I suspect the surreal framework gave the author a safe place from which to shoot.
A quick read, this is a very bizarre book told in an almost stream of consciousness fashion. Channeling equal parts Nietzsche and Carrot Top, it concerns a man who decides to create a way for people to bet on their metaphysical beliefs. That is, he'll take a bet on any aspect of your religion ("God is real") or other metaphysical aspects - and soon, the whole world is betting to prove their own beliefs -- although no one ever collects.
It's a really bizarre books that rips into religion and metaphysical philosophy, and while satiring both delves into increasingly strange territory. But then again, what do you expect when the story is being told by a self-aware, God-fearing shopping cart?
Scepticism Inc deservces 4 stars for originality, although perhaps only 3 for the prose itself.
Narrated by a newly agnostic shopping trolley it describes the lunancies of organised religion that are exposed by the establishment of a worldwide chain of metaphysical betting shops that nearly bankrupt the world's churches.
The outlandish plot is simply relayed (well, what else do you expect from a shopping trolley), and where it succeeds in accessibility it feels somewhat lacking in depth once the basic premise is revealed.
Nevertheless, a hugely original book that deservces its cult status. And it's only short (just what I needed after ploughing through Andrew Marr's History of Modern Briatain previously).
Initially, I was repelled by this book's extremely random style and structure; I'm a structure fanatic... But as I sunk further into it, I began to really enjoy the random madness that fills this book from cover-to-cover. Though superficially a compendium of philosophical masturbation and jokes, interspersed with random nonsense, this book is sewn together with a story and a message, and that crucial element is what makes it work so very very well.
All I can say is: I've put my money where my metaphysics are!
A book about a shopping trolley that believes in God - ludicrous I hear you cry! However, Bo Fowler manages to convey an interesting and substantial theological debate through the means of a hilarious, but not offensive, narrative. This book is a fascinating and entertaining read for anyone, of any religious persuasion, who is open-minded enough to accept a challenge to their beliefs. I have recommended it to among others staunch atheists, self-confessed witches and an Anglican priest - all of whom loved it.
Was one of the funniest books i've ever read, storyline was well thought out, well structured with some of the most memorable characters i've came across yet. so good that you cant put it down until finished and definately one to read again and again. Also great to read if you are interested in religious debates.
This is a marvel, on par with Douglas Adams and Monty Python. The love story of the bride of Christ, a man with Nietzsche tattooed on his butt, and the shopping cart on a quest for finding god that brought them together.
Oh, and the odd bet on the existence of the metaphysical.
Extremely entertaining farcical religious satire, if that appeals to you. Style similar to that of Kurt Vonnegut. Narrated by a sentient shopping trolley who is programmed to believe in god. A while since I read it but there is a lot of densely packed comedy in here.
Apparently it is available as an ebook for $1 - you can't go wrong with that.
this was kicking around the bookshop where i was working and was going for a really good price -- it was definitely worth that and much more because it introduced me to a genuinely funny writer with ideas.
In this absurd novel Bo Fowler clearly shows his indebtedness to Vonnegut and Richard Brautigan; unfortunately he is unable to replicate either Vonnegut's or Brautigan's imagination or brevity.At only 247 pages this book is way too long! Edgar Malroy is the founder of The Metaphysical Betting shop who thinks religion is nonsense, whose best friend is a shopping trolley and who is in love with the beautiful Sophia who believes she is a messenger from (G?)god...All good so far? Who knows? Aloha.
Loved this book so much I read it again years later, and loved it still. An absurd tale of a shopping trolley with a belief in God, and a man who makes his fortune by having all the world's religions bet against each other that their god is real.
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It's as if a Douglas Adams book and a Vonnegut book had a baby. Hilarity and silliness abound and no religion, or agnosticism for that matter, is safe from skewering. This book sat on my shelf for years after buying it from the public library and just sad it took me this long to finally read it.