Moore(!), Christopher, Moore(!)

Yes, this subject heading serves two purposes. I’ve Bond-styled introduced the subject matter and made a demand of the subject. Christopher Moore, I want more! If you haven’t heard of the name Christopher Moore before reading this entry today, you should thank your lucky stars (thank you, lucky stars!) that you’re reading about it now.

This all occurred because I was trying to save the last few Tom Robbins novels that I haven’t read until a time where I really needed them. Really, really needed them. So with the help of, I found that other people who bought Tom Robbins also bought Christopher Moore. Just my luck that the leisure reading section located in the back room of the secondary basement of the NYU library had a copy of his book “A Dirty Job.”

A Dirty Job should be a required read for mankind. Not because it offers any amazing insight into life, unless you need to know how to save souls, defend yourself from evil or give souls to sewn up creatures. No, not something you feel particularly useful? In any case, what makes reading A Dirty Job such a requirement in my book, ahem blog post,  is that it reminds why I read. It doesn’t conform to any previously known plot, it is not as predictable as other mainstream fiction works, and it certainly makes reading enjoyable again.

Charlie Asher, the main character of the book, returns to the hospital where his wife has just given birth only to find out that A. she’s dead and B. he’s the only person who can see that there was someone else in the room. “Wait, you can see me? Says a man in a green suit.” (Later we find out his name is Minty Fresh!) After his wife’s death, Charlie misses an important package in the mail – a book with the attached note “So now you’re death” and suddenly people start dying all around him. Stop. This not a serious book, with a name like Minty Fresh? Come on. Moore’s story of Charlie’s battle with evil and death is written in a way you’d expect someone writing in the backseat of a car that’s speeding out of control on its way up a mountain – or to explain – you can’t quite see where you’re going but you know there’s going to be a definite end. I won’t ruin that end for you. But I will encourage you to go read it for yourself and while you’re at it check out Christopher Moore’s other works and let me know how they are!


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