I have a penchant for loving books that are impossible to assign to a genre.
This one, for instance.
Is it horror? Well, sort of. Some horrible things happen. There's plenty of fear and terror and monsters and devils (three of them, actually--or, technically, two ex-Lucifers and the current one). But it's not built on the urge to scare like horror really is. Is it fantasy? Kind of/ not really? There's ghosts and spiritual items and a quest, but it's not in the epic fantasy wheelhouse. A mystery? Yeah, but not just that.
Picking one genre seems so diminishing to lovely, complicated works like this one.
Which is exactly the kind of novel I love.
And all in all, if I had to ascribe it to one genre, I'd totally stick it in comedy--because it's very, very funny, due mostly to Stark's wry sense of gallows humor that has populated the series throughout. Some terrible things happen, and Stark actually grieves them, but he never backs off his hilariously dry wit.
Can't help it. I love this guy.
And I loved the book, a fine showing in a series I already totally love. This time around, Stark is finally out from under the bureaucracy of being Lucifer, and the story is better paced as a result. He's back in LA where he belongs, alongside Candy, Kasabian, Vidocq, Allegra, Brigitte, and Father Traven. He also has time for donuts with Samael and coffee with Mr. Munninn, the part of God that he finagled into taking over the Lucifer gig.
It's a good story, too, without giving too much away--Stark's on the hunt for the Qomrama so he can fight the Angra Om Ya when they break through and try to take back the world. If you've read the series, that makes sense. If not, stop reading this and go pick up Sandman Slim
, the first in the series. Now.
Basically, it all boils down to the fact that I adore Richard Kadrey's writing, and more than that, I LOVE the character of James Stark. I like my men with a large dose of attitude, an appreciation for good film, and a supernatural swagger, what can I say? I'd probably read a collection about him doing his laundry.
Not that he would. Because in this installment, we learn that laundry is one of the few things that actually strikes fear into the heart of Sandman Slim.