Another Charlie Huston work that I can’t exactly recommend, because I don’t know why I like it so much. Must be the despicable, foul-mouthed characters; seedy business transactions and locales; and extreme violence and gore. Not usual pluses for me, but something about Huston’s writing and story compels me to keep reading.
Web is the prince of prickish slackers—prince only because we find out his father is king. But he’s also broke and about to drain the last of the good will of his patient roommate. He lands a job as a technician who cleans up the scene after death’s arrival (in whatever form that arrival takes). Working through the literal mess helps him work through the metaphorical mess his life has become. For me, Web’s ersatz therapy succeeds in a frustratingly satisfying way; yes, somehow Huston makes “frustratingly satisfying” possible.
Web is the prince of prickish slackers—prince only because we find out his father is king. But he’s also broke and about to drain the last of the good will of his patient roommate. He lands a job as a technician who cleans up the scene after death’s arrival (in whatever form that arrival takes). Working through the literal mess helps him work through the metaphorical mess his life has become. For me, Web’s ersatz therapy succeeds in a frustratingly satisfying way; yes, somehow Huston makes “frustratingly satisfying” possible.
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