You know when you feel a poop welling up inside and you sit on the toilet and you push and you push but nothing comes out? That’s what writing this review feels like – I’m having trouble getting it started.
There are loose ends all over place… but they could have been tied up and I didn’t notice over all of the crazy shit happening all the time. Wong’s method of interspersing smart writing with shit and dick jokes is here in full force… but when the story switches to John’s perspective, his humorously exaggerated account of the events adds an unnecessary level of mindfuckery to an already adequately mindfuckening story. The main threat of the story is a really interesting species of monster… but there are so many types of monsters in the book it’s sometimes hard to distinguish which one is the true antagonist.
I need to shit or get off the pot. There’s a lot to like here and a lot to not like. If you enjoy the John Dies at the End series, it’s worth a read. If not, you might want to pass.
It’s not good and it’s not bad. Eh.