PREMISE: A guy dies and finds himself in Hell. That’s all you’re getting.
I flew through this. And not just because it’s only just over 100 pages long. It’s fantastic and addictively written and definitely makes you think. Not about Hell; personally I’m fairly convinced Hell doesn’t exist and if it does (and therefore Heaven also) then man, did I back the wrong Horse of Life. I’ve got no beef with people who do think they both exist, however. In fact, if Hell is actually waiting for me then I’ll be pretty happy if it’s an infinitely huge library. Even if it does mean I spend eternity looking for American Tabloid.
I’m not dipping into Goodreads for this one but fair to say I’ve had a look and there’s the usual handful of bellends and, staggeringly, a bunch of people who didn’t even finish this. It’s 100 pages! How fucking lazy are some people?
In case you haven’t realised, I’m not an academic book reader / reviewer. I don’t notice if a book is using a particular kind of technique or is espousing some deep shit philosophy or even whether the author’s intention is to make some sort of statement or comment on something. If it’s a well-written book with a good premise and story and – crucially – it entertains me or moves me or makes me think then that’s exactly what I’m looking for in a book. Just like this one.
Portable Wonderland 