Monday, May 28, 2007
There's not much I enjoy more than going to my bookshelf and finding a book I never finished, picking it up and really enjoying it the second time around. Isn't that the best? Recently I was in the library and came across an author I never gave much of a chance to grow on me the first time around. My brother gave the book Practical Demonkeeping by Christopher Moore and I kind of just thanked him and stuck it on my shelf. I assumed he was making fun of me (which he probably was) or making some sort of not-so-subtle comment about my kids (which may have also been true); either way, the result was that I never gave the book a proper look. So anyway, I'm looking at the collective works of Christoper Moore, recognizing the Practical Demonkeeping title and thinking I should maybe give it a try when another title jumps out at me: BloodSucking Fiends: A Love Story Isn't that a book that just begs to be read? Well, I thought so. And maybe it was just timing, but this book hit my funny bone in all the right ways. Like many authors, Moore chooses to make his main character, C. Thomas Flood, an aspiring writer (write what you know and all that) and I just thought the thought processes of the character were just hilarious. For example: Like so many great writers before him, Flood was known for his troubled countenance and sickly pallor, especially under fluorescent lighting. Those who knew him said that even in those early years they could sense that this thin, serious young man would make his presence known as a great man of letters as well as a sexual dynamo. His legacy to the world was a trail of great books and broken hearts, and although it is well known that his love of life was his downfall, he felt no regret, as illustrated in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech: "I have followed my penis into hell and returned with the story." I just love that. And then there's the other main character, Jody, the red-headed vampire love interest of Flood. Only in a book like this could the vampire kick the crap out of 3 would be attackers, one of whom happens to be wearing a Raiders jacket, and yell "Forty-F***ing-Niners!" at them as they lay paralyzed or unconscious. My kind of girl. This was the first book in a long time to keep me up past my bedtime, so needless to say I'm going back to my bookshelf and finding that old copy of Practial Demonkeeping.