Hollywood Dead by Richard Kadrey
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
So, the big question is this: how many times can a man come back from Hell and still remain as fresh as a daisy?
Okay, that's a disingenuous question. And unfair.
Stark has NEVER been as fresh as a daisy and after having gone and come back from Hell THIS MANY TIMES, you might assume he smells like a swine's bunghole after a piggie has the motherload of a tummy-ache.
It doesn't help that he's dead. Mostly. I mean, walking around dead, but still dead and NOT SO FRESH.
But since this is still a classic supernatural Noir-type tale, we've got a carrot and a stick scenario, and IF ONLY HE DOES THIS ONE THING... the necromancers might give him an eau de toilette.
If only they were trustworthy.
I swear. These books devour me.
I mean, I'm literally devouring THEM, but by the same token, they're devouring me. I can't call them popcorn fiction because even I get tired of popcorn sometimes. I'm NOT getting tired of these.
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