Author: Christopher Moore
We all know Shakespeare and have a love, whether it be a deep-way deep down-love, or one that, like me, is always on the surface and has you geeking out, then get ready. Christopher Moore brings his own insane rendition of King Lear. The obnoxious, hysterical, and wild tale is spun from the point of view of The Fool who follows the moronic King and his deceitful daughters. With his own side stories, not heard until now, join the raucous adventure of revenge, war, outrageous passions …and there’s a ghost. Isn’t that the way it is with Shakespeare, though? Like Nicholas Sparks loves to kill off a character, Shakespeare loves to have a bloody ghost.
How do I begin to talk about this book? Hmm…
I’ll start with Christopher himself. If you’ve read my review on The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove then you can skip this mini geek-out. I discovered this man during my freshman year of college during a time that my free reading was beginning to grow scarce because of my assignments, which then fully cut out after finals because of how much work I got loaded up with. I only got to rekindle that reading bug after graduation, but anyway. Besides the point. The cover art of Lust Lizard had me curious and when I opened it to a random page my eyes bulged at a cult of naked people worshiping a big-ass lizard. I had to read it. From that moment on I was hooked. The comedy he writes is extreme and insane and I can’t get enough. It’s out of this world and perfectly placed. It is neither raunchy nor corny. It literally gets you to beg the question—Did that really just happen?
This isn’t the ordinary recounting of a Shakespeare play. It’s not written in the same form, but from the POV of The Fool aka Pocket. Christopher Moore does keep up with defining certain terminology at the bottom of his pages much like what is found in the plays and has the cast list at the very beginning. So he doesn’t completely lose touch with the style of how plays are written. He melds it with his own. You also find yourself in flashbacks to when Pocket was a boy. I found those tidbits to be enlightening and a fun addition to the play.
Though, as a kind of warning: If you can’t handle language most foul then you might not be suited for this book. There is much fuckery.
There is even a map of Scotland, Wales, and Fucking France (no really, that’s what it says on the map) that not only furthers the hilarity, but gives you a good layout of the scenery in which the book takes place.
I was reeling with laughter from the characters and their dialogue as well as the plot twists. While this play is a tragedy, it’s flipped around to be more than that. It shows that something so dark can be turned into something full of humor. And doing that with Pocket is well placed. He represents the whole idea of humor and to get an in depth look at this character and his POV of the world was delightful.
I suggest this book for people who love comedy. It’s fun, hilarious, crazy, and I wasn’t able to put it down. I even got a copy for my mom. Everyone needs to laugh and Christopher Moore can make you laugh. And laughter is an important part of life if only to help us forget about our pathetic miseries. It’s one of a kind and I honestly believe you’ll find nothing like it anywhere else.
“Fuckstockings, truth is a surly shrew sometimes!” (Pocket, p. 84)
“You simple, sniveling old toss-beast. What did you expect to happen when you put the care of your half-rotted carcass in the talons of that carrion bird of a daughter? (I may have had some residual anger.)” (Pocket, p. 139)
“There’s always a bloody ghost.” (Laundress, p. 167)
More to come soon…
P.S. Song today? Lovefool by The Cardigans.
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