I was about 25% into a reread of this yesterday when I ran into a copy of the audiobook via the author’s Twitter feed (@andersenprunty). I was doing a few things, so I switched it on right away.
Normally, (well, back when real life WAS normal), audio books are just a convenience for me, not a preference. I’ve trained my brain to become friends with my Kindle robo-voice to the point where I can listen to her during work commutes just like any narrator. BUT…
The narrator of this Audible edition of Fuckness is so fuckin’ awesome that this ‘reread’ turned into an entirely new experience.
Jeff Bower is the narrator of Fuckness, and although I’m about to stalk his ass to see what else he’s done – he could just be The Voice of Andersen Prunty in my head forevermore. (Just DL’d an audio book which A.P. narrates himself, I’ll comment more after listening.)
Jeff Bower though…how can I explain… he has this evil little giggle that he does, kind of to himself, and it adds something undefinable to his character. Love it. It reminds me of that evil, psychotic side of myself when I’m heartily laughing at something that I shouldn’t be – does that help explain it?
[OK, so NOT a spoiler, but I’m trying to avoid pimping my blog too much. I’d like to stay more of a high class escort, instead of a cheap whore, hence the tag. (Yeah, hence!)
I just made a quote from this book into a #BleedingMeme, check it out the new #BleedingMemes PageHERE.
Looking for the audiobook code? There are some codes left for many of his books, US and UK, HERE.
So, I’m trying to link you up to Jeff Bower directly, but I’m getting lost in infinite link loops. Oh, the horror!! But, I am seeing that he narrates non-fiction Wicca books, so… another bonus point for Jeff! (UPDATE:Twitter@JeffBowerLA – Loving husband. Aspiring Muppet.)
“There is but one truely serious psychological problem – and that is suicide.”
~ Albert Camus
The life of a small town…
The death of a small town…
Gethsemane was a small rural town. As small rural towns went it was a sleepy little burg. It woke up with the sun. It went to bed with the moon. The fields had been planted, and now the farmers watched them grow.
And the teenagers who normally ran rampant about the town – fucking, drinking, and vandalizing away the days – were afraid to leave their houses.
The teenagers in Gethsemane are dying.
When the news and papers finally pick up the story, they call it ‘The Suicide Virus’, but two residents of this town, Stephen & Elise, know differently. This is no virus.
But, let us not get ahead of ourselves here. THE SORROW KING is not the first thing I’ve read by Anderson Prunty, although it is the best so far. When I picked up the others, it was before I knew what Bizarro Fiction was, before I knew Prunty’s name. Knowing this now, I fully intend to go back and re-read my copy of Jack and Mr. Grin, and dive into the (at least) five other titles I already own.
Prunty does an excellent job with characterization. I got to know the main players well, Steven & Elise, Steven’s dad – Conner, Drifter Ken…(I would like more on this character – a SS maybe? There’s another story in Ken Blanchard.) You can get a feel of each character, without ever getting the feeling of TMI.
Alright. That’s way more than I’ve ever said on that. The story just grabs you in the first chapter, and never let up. I never had a moment of wanting to stop reading, and when I had to… I’d start again asap. This wasn’t one that just sat there like – ‘meh. whenever.’ It’s dark. Surreal.
It’s uncomfortable in spots. Capturing the teenaged mind all too vividly, it drags you through those disheartening emotions. Those days when every trouble is multiplied x100. There are some graphic sexual pieces. But, your not a prude. Not if your reading my reviews. They may be cringe worthy if you remember their ages, I do know a lot Steven’s sexual fantasies now. Hmm.
Back to the story.
The teenagers in Gethsemane (Ohio) are dropping like flies. Dying in apparent suicides. Steve knows better, he feels it, he’s writing about it in his sleep, but how can he stop it? Elise knows better, too. But, she believes she might be part of the problem.
Conner, desperately trying to make certain his son doesn’t become a statistic, starts looking for answers, too. The story he hears from the town’s Drifter is one of ghosts and poisoned towns.
Behind it all, is the Sorrow King. The Jackthief. And he’s growing stronger each day.
Did that grab ya? How ’bout this… “There are no happy endings in Hell”.