
Back in hell
for a tune-up with Lucifer, Mike finds himself on a short leash with an imp on
his shoulder kibitzing on his every move as he puts the devil’s plan into
operation, starting with a sales pitch to a group of not-too-bright teenagers.
What follows is a dark (very dark) comedy of crime and punishment with
trenchant observations on pop culture and religious dogma gracefully woven into the fabric
of the story.
Then there’s
the violence. It’s not easy to turn murder into a comic setpiece (though
post-Tarantino, a lot of screenwriters are still attempting to do just that)
but Brennan pulls it off—not once but several times. The scene where Mike
fussily measures and worries about load-bearing walls while he’s setting up a
crucifixion is just bonkers, especially when he and Cadbury discuss what they’re
going to do while they’re waiting for their victim to revive from the drugs
they’ve given him.
Mike Rocks
may be a murderer but he’s awfully good company. And really, don’t you just
know some people who need murdering? It’s hard to compartmentalize this book.
It’s a little bit Celtic noir, it’s a little bit urban fantasy, it’s even a
little bit like Neil Gaiman’s GOOD OMENS on acid. With blood and a three-headed
dog. So forget about labels, just enjoy the read.
On Friday, April 15, Kattomic Energy will post an interview with Gerard Brennan.
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