In an act of near unprecedented industriousness, I got up this morning at 8.30; on a Saturday. I’m sure I could have done with more sleep but I was gripped with the urge to finish reading John Dies at the End, which still had a few pages left.
Ever since I was a child I’ve avoided finishing a book just before bed. (I’m fairly sure this is largely due to an unfortunate incident involving the last day of the school summer holidays, the final novel in Anne McCaffery’s Pern series and a long sleepless night of pondering and moribund disconsolation) so I had left over some fragment of the story till today.
It’s a good book, probably the first since Terry Pratchett’s Small Gods that actually made me guffaw whilst reading, every few pages. What’s more it eschews the traditions of most adventure stories by having the heroes show an almost Thomas Covenant degree of disdain for the events around them.
Someone asked me to describe it recently and its fair to likened it to a cross between Clerks and Constantine. Or more simply put, its everything Dogma wanted to be but without the pervasive Catholic guilt riddling the story.
If I needed to grumble about anything it would be that the ending drags out in a fragmented fashion a bit like the extended cut of the film Return of the King.
In any case, I’m sure it’ll benefit from the movie adaptation due out next spring, the trailer looks hopeful, albeit with some understandable deviations from the text, some due to practicality and budgetary constraints.