And then it turns marvelously weird.

Poor, poor put-upon Horatio. Much to his dismay, every despairing soliloquy Puck interprets as a prayer. The hobgoblin answers them, but as he sees fit, and while weaving in and out of time. Horatio soon finds himself in the right painting, but who is wielding the brush?

Horatio is not in the play he's supposed to be in. Things are getting muddled and they don't seem to be going as written. Horatio is responsible for his college roomate, Hamlet, and that ain't no easy task. The prince is grieving for his dead dad, and on top of that, Hamlet is always completely drug-addled. He sees specters everywhere. Spiders emerge and the prince is convinced he's morphing into a cockroach. Fortunately, Horatio has a contingency plan. But you know full well that many more surprises await both Horatio and you, the reader.

"Surely a man would suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous bullsh**." This is fun stuff. Eric Mays has twisted Shakey and Kafka and turned them into one hell of a badass balloon bug. If any of the classics were as enjoyable as "Naked Metamorphosis", perhaps I would have stayed awake a little more in class. Take that, boring English Lit!

But this book is what high-brow was meant to be. I even felt a little smarter when I finished reading it. Granted, that wasn't much of a stretch.

I can't wait to see what he pulls out of his magic hat next. Wah!!