A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore

Emelita and I have this standing date every three weeks. Every third Sunday, she attends my yoga class and then we meet at Border’s Books to read as much of one book as we can in one sitting. We take turns picking the book. We take turns ordering tea by the pot. Last Sunday, it was her turn to pick. She picked Christopher Moore‘s A Dirty Job.
Wow! I feel the way I did when I was eleven and read the first of L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time series, or at sixteen when I read my first Robbin’s novel, Still Life With Woodpecker. I read all the time, always more than one book at a time, but only occasionally do I fall this hard, I’ve-got-to-read-everything-this-person-has-in-print hard.
So, I’ve finished A Dirty Job, a book with craft about a junk dealer who loses his wife after the birth of their first child and that gets seriously zany from there. It’s a story about reconciling the beauty of the world with the inevitability, sometimes seeming cruelty, of death. Charlie Asher, our hero, discovers that having the courage to face death despite risk is how to live victorious over death, something that few souls accomplish, and certainly not in one lifetime. The opening line of the novel sets the reader up for chapter after chapter of killer opening lines: “Charlie Asher walked the earth like an ant walks on the surface of water, as if the slightest misstep might send him plummeting through the surface to be sucked to the depths below.”
I’m reading Bloodsucking Fiends next so that in three weeks, Emelita and I can read You Suck at our iheartreading ceremony. (That’s the only book by Moore she hasn’t already read. )

 

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