The rest of the trinity includes Burklin’s ex-wife, shape-shifter Lorraine, and his sadistic boss/possible father, Garrick. Three years ago, Garrick tore out Burklin’s soul and put it into a miniature dachshund, Pearl. Now Pearl talks, Burklin is an impotent wuss, Lorraine is sleeping with Garrick, and the group has two more years to protect Max. If they manage to get the asshat to his twentieth birthday, all the demons of hell will be set loose upon the Earth, and the trinity will be awarded the entire beachfront paradise of Iraq.
There is simply no one to like in this book. Even minor characters like doormen and security guards are slimy, dumb and disgusting. Then there is Pearl. You would think a dog, especially a talking one, would be a cute sidekick. Pearl says some funny things, but her eating habits make me nauseous.
Reading Nether, I wanted to spray my Kindle with Lysol. I felt the vinegar-smelling ichor called Netherite seeping onto my fingers. Brilliant! Nether gets three and a half tombstones as a superior example of creating and maintaining atmosphere and mood. Every word oozed and smelled — blackest comedy at its foulest. Now, does anyone know if it is safe to bleach a keyboard?
- Paperback: 264 pages
- Publisher: Beer & TV (December 18, 2012)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0615729509
- ISBN-13: 978-0615729503
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