by Warren Ellis
Review by: Skitty
Warning: All reviews may contain spoilers.
Ugh.
How did I make it through this piece of crap? I picked this book up for one reason and one reason only: Joss Whedon said it ate his soul. At first, I thought that was a cute way of saying he loved it, but now I see the truth of the matter. This book really is a devourer of souls. Mother Thereasa wouldn't be able to walk away from this story untainted. I should have known beter than to trust Warren Ellis, but it's too late now I guess. This story concerns the exceedingly perverted society we currently inhabit. I admit freely that Ellis has a point there. That being said, I find it hard to believe that every single character we meet is not only one of the worst kinds of sexual deviant, but that they would go on and on about it to perfect strangers. For example, a secretary is sent to pick up some old friends of her boss from the airport. While seeding down the highway she explains that they have to hurry because she's late for her vagina tightening operation. I know that's the first think I'm going to tell my boss's friends. The book's only redeeming quality is Mike, the main character and self-proclaimed shit magnet, is a genuinely likeable person. But that can only get you so far when you have to slog through scenes set in Godzilla themed porn houses for people who find large lizards sexually erotic. Take my advice and give this book a wide berth. |