But who the characters are a Have you ever read a book you hate to love? Visit his website at www. Ferrari Author, Assault on the Senses There are some books that are just so good that they blow you away with their prose. Narrative is from Web's point of view, but because Web is focused on the here and now, explanations and mental digressions are in short supply. At first this job choice seems to be a matter of expediency, since it will allow Web to stop mooching off Chev, his roommate. Not only am I a huge Rockford File fan, but my original concept for Web and this book was to do something in a Rockford style. He's a damned fine one until a horrific incident propels Webb into a year of tuning out and dropping out, living with his one best friend Chev who operates a tattoo parlor, scooping up a succession of hot chicks after piercing various intimate parts of their bodies. His ennui shelved, he tries to help Soledad, the attractive daughter of the dead man when she calls him late at night.
Then the book starts to lose it. It's the only reason I can come up with for the apparent inability to communicate without profanity. In some ways it reads like a script, dialogue-heavy with little visual background. Interesting, enjoyable, black, dark and funny as hell in places. I need to thank my public library.
Just to name a few. But there was a flaw. It has all of the clever dialogue and driving pace I expect from Huston, along with graphic violence or descriptions of the aftermath of violence used in just the right places to intensify emotions without going over the top. The dust jacket for hard covers may not be included. It might be because it was my first, but I personally think it is his best.
I am so breaking the binding on this book. I didn't find him or his story that interesting, no wait I didn't find it interesting in the least. If this bothers you, quickly move your mouse and click on another book. The character of Web is so real, his voice addictive and funny and his adventure in to the world of crime scene cleanup is a highly entertaining surface for the emotional journey he takes. Classification makes it easier to talk about things.
And just what is a key grip, anyway? I've always pictured the tattoo parlor he hangs out in as the equivalent of Rockford's trailer. This was an especially amusing read for me as I've worked in the cleaning industry for 7 years now as an account manager and we encounter some crazy things at times. What particularly impresses me is how Charlie is able to write dialogue that fits the personality of his characters. Can I go to six stars on this one? If one tends to find humor in unlikely places, Huston has created a work that is sly, twisted and surprisingone well worth the investment of time. This book lost my interest early on, never got it back and finally managed to convince me to, skip forward. Beyond typical questions of believability, interest in any of the characters begins to wane as the course of progression Huston chose obliges reactivation of the brain and in this instance it's not a positive action for ongoing appreciation of his work. He doesn't go easy on his smart asses, I'll give him that.
This stand-alone novel is a superior audio experience and should be in any and all audiophiles' library. With his teaching career derailed by tragedy and his slacker days numbered, Webster Fillmore Goodhue makes an unlikely move and joins Clean Team, charged with tidying up L. I am not his target audience. If you remove the violence, gore, sex, and bad language you are left with a very short story. Sometimes too smart for his own good, he's mostly too self-absorbed for his own good.
In fact, although I got the hang of his punctuation after a couple of pages, there were several places where I had no idea. Seriously, who among us can't identify? I never read a Charlie Houston novel before. To touch anyone under Skinner's protection was to invite destruction. This mix of the seedy and sublime is also present in your other novels—why is this such a distinctive aspect of your work? The main character appears at first glance to be a bum sponging off of Chev, a tatoo artist and nipple piercer. He pushed the door open.
All the while becoming a more likeable and sympathetic person, kinder and more thoughtful to friends, family and strangers. His thoughts to himself are where the humor comes through, not his smartass cracks to everyone else. Anyway, as with any good novel, once Web starts to try to re-enter the world, all sorts of bad things happen to him. I also recently wrapped some scripts for a Marvel Comics miniseries that I'm not allowed to talk about as yet. But to restate: I loved this book. And she decides that Webb is just the comfort she needs following her father's suicide. Her brother's in need of somebody who can clean up a mess.
This book is not for the squeamish. He also manages to create a sizeable gallery of damaged, vulnerable characters trying to live with the baggage of their personal histories--none more so than Web himself, who it turns out was driven from his teaching job by a rather significant tragedy--but he tends to have a hard time finding enough for them to do. They have a script by Scott Rosenburg that I thoroughly enjoyed, but I don't know anything else about the project. Huston, whose own brain matter is as much on display as the stuff that gets spattered here, finally delivers a book that anyone can admire. And the presence of any Englishmen aside, Web is akin to one of those perhaps mad dogs out in the midday sun on whom it's prudent to keep a wary eye.
Written in a relatively spare style mostly composed of dialogue it takes a while to unfold. If you can't stand to read books with experimental punctuation. However the first half of the book is mesmerizing as the author described the crime scene clean up sites in imagery so vivid, you may find yourself reaching for a pair of rubber gloves and some disposable coveralls. The work was kind of fascinating, giving a voyeuristic insight into messy deaths, and I really wouldn't have minded more detail there. Webster, the protagonist, has good reason to be unlikable.