These are the manic ramblings that go through my head at all hours of the day or night.
Just finished Joe Hill’s latest, NOS4A2. I enjoyed it, in that pulpy, brainless way. It is perhaps his most blatant homage to his father’s work, both in its mixture of folksy simplicity and cool detachment in it’s tone and language. Even the plot seems to track in a very Stephen King type way; I couldn’t help but picture the somewhat dated 70s version if the book, the stepsister to “Carrie.”
In usually pretty critical of this particular oversimplified tone which is why I can frequently find his father’s books tiresome. It’s something I’m rarely capable of myself. Usually, I stick to things with a sort of self-conscious lyricism and beauty that I might consider “brainy” and challenging, as though I wasn’t content to go jogging, I had to have fucking weights around my ankles.
Then again, I’ve been functioning as a poor illiterate until this most recent book, so it was a nice soft landing. Fun, briskly written, the book is still capable of those moments of beautiful humanity that can be striking. Even the relentlessly pulpy, Twilight Zone styled “bwahaha!” ending is a nice touch. I enjoys it.