3.16.2006

The new Christopher Moore novel

It was with glee and anticipation that I pre-ordered the next book from Christopher Moore, A Dirty Job. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Moore's work: shame on you. You are obviously a hideously boring individual, without wit or taste. Here is the summary of his upcoming novel:
    Cult-hero Moore (The Stupidest Angel) tackles death—make that Death—in his latest wonderful, whacked-out yarn. For beta male Charlie Asher, proprietor of a shop in San Francisco, life and death meet in a maternity ward recovery room where his wife, Rachel, dies shortly after giving birth. Though security cameras catch nothing, Charlie swears he saw an impossibly tall black man in a mint green suit standing beside Rachel as she died. When objects in his store begin glowing, strangers drop dead before him and man-sized ravens start attacking him, Charlie figures something's up. Along comes Minty Fresh—the man in green—to enlighten him: turns out Charlie and Minty are Death Merchants, whose job (outlined in the Great Big Book of Death) is to gather up souls before the Forces of Darkness get to them. While Charlie's employees, Lily the Goth girl and Ray the ex-cop, mind the shop, and two enormous hellhounds babysit, Charlie attends to his dangerous soul-collecting duties, building toward a showdown with Death in a Gold Rush–era ship buried beneath San Francisco's financial district. If it sounds over the top, that's because it is—but Moore's enthusiasm and skill make it convincing, and his affection for the cast of weirdos gives the book an unexpected poignancy.
I've reviewed all the ones I've read, and I'll have to update that with reviews of The Stupidest Angel and this next one shortly. This sounds like a return to form of the master; my favorite of all his works is (of course) Bloodsucking Fiends: A Love Story, which dealt with a good death of death, mayhem, and hilarity. Something to read when there aren't basketball games on.

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