
This is the third book by Moore that I've read after Lamb and Stupidest Angel. I thoroughly enjoyed Lamb - it's on the left as one of my must-read books - and Stupidest Angel was pretty solid. High expectations were had before I even cracked open the cover.
In short: expectations met.
In long: despite the glaringly obvious conclusion, reading the book was really fun. Maybe it was because I was actually on Powell Ave and in Ghirardelli Square as I was reading, but I got a real sense of the City by the Bay and all its eccentricities. It's like the city became a character in an of itself - its sewers, bridges, hills and trolleys. It was a really neat perspective.
Charlie has to be one of my favourite literary characters in recent reading. Assuming his Beta Male mantle with ease, he does his best (and it is a very good best) to cope with wife's death, his daughter's "kitty" powers, his dogs and his employees' growing weirdness. In many ways, Charlie is a great success in most everything he does, including his second job as a Death Merchant. He makes a good case for the evolutionary necessity of embracing your Flight (over Fight) tendencies and the aphrodisiacal effect that a man who listens has on women. Also: they make good dads, as he demonstrates with Sophie.
All in all, considering this was a Halloween-themed pick, I recommend it highly. In fact, i recommend Christopher Moore highly. He's always an intelligent read without being a intellectual exercise. And he uses swear words in the most creative ways possible. Heinous fuckery, indeed.
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