Tuesday, February 17, 2009
297 fuck-filled pages
I've already bagged on Christopher Moore, but I'm about to do it some more. Because is there anything worse than when a favorite author goes horribly astray?
Plus, I'm pissed that I spent money for this crap.
Oh, and warning...there will be some cursing. Because it's hard to review a book filled with cursing without tossing in a few swears yourself.
I was really looking forward to Fool, because it's a take-off of King Lear, and I thought that Moore's interpretation of Shakespeare was bound to be hysterical. I mean, look what he did to Jesus (Lamb, in case you're unfamiliar with the Moore pantheon...and I know pantheon is the wrong word, but it just sounds so good).
But no. Instead, we have a book that insults women, gays, the French, the English and pretty much anything else that can be insulted (witches, ghosts, the Church, the poor trees who get bonked by Fool's apprentice). It's dialogue is a bad combination of Austin Powers (think shaggalicious), teenage boys talking about sex, and made-up words. Oft-repeated made-up words. If we took out all the references to the fucking French (because every time the word French appears it's prefaced with fucking) and sex, the book would be about 100 pages long.
And yes, I know it's supposed to be a farce. But page after page of crude and insulting language does not a farce make. It's doesn't even make a book. It makes crap.
And I'm the Fool, since I actually read the damn thing.