Plastic Jesus is a gritty look at the world through the eyes of a serial killer.
There was no mercy shown, no quarter given and no punches pulled in the writing of this book. It is hard and shocking in places, but a lot of fun.
This book parallels the similarities and delves into the differences of Golbert Cobblepot, (serial killer) and Officer Percival Manners (self-proclaimed alpha-wolf, officer of the law), from their abuse riddled youth, to adulthood. Plastic Jesus takes a hard, unblinking look at their insanity and the conditions which made them crazy.
Though, they come from completely different backgrounds and philosophies of life, they share a common denominator and when their lives finally intersect, they will both seek salvation from an unlikely source.
It’s an outside the box, look at what’s inside the box.
Life isn’t pretty and salvation doesn’t always come to those who want it.
You'll you want to find a safe place to rest your eyes, but you'll be unable to look away.
Excerpt
"This is the room of the Wolfmother wallpaper.” Golbert would recite this line in his head, whenever he entered a motel room. He’d read it as a teenager in a Tom Robbins book, but never bothered to find out what it meant. He liked it the way it was, undefined. He feared that if he looked too deep, the meaning might turn out to be contrived and of less value than what he had placed on it.
This is the room where the Wolfmother had given birth to a litter of paisley and silver cubs and left them for dead. Left them to rot under the bed, starving for the teat and choking on discarded condom wrappers left by weary salesmen with lazy seed and dazed truckers broken by the road, but both willing to pay the extra twenty for the anal they couldn’t get from their wives.
As a rule, motel rooms are filthy places, but few of them smelled as bad as this one. Golbert checked beneath the bed and the mattress for a body, he knew the smell of death intimately and there was death nearby. Golbert knew the sweet odor wasn’t from the paisley wolf cubs, their bones had been picked clean by motel roaches long ago. They had dried in the artificial climate of room thirteen, been ground to dust in the pestle and mortar of Apollonius, mixed with the masturbatory semen of failed musicians, and the pillow drool of whiskey saturated lounge lizards and made into a facial for the Wolfmother. An anti-aging remedy, powerful beyond measure and guaranteed to even take the wrinkles out of the Pope's cock in the midst of a cocaine jag. The stench was finally located in the shower; a rat the size of a possum lay rotting across the drain.
The dead rat and the absence of sexual debris in the room, gave Golbert pause. He looked around the motel room for signs of wolf life, though it was entirely possible the rat might have died from natural causes, a heaping spoonful of Rataway, it was always a good idea to know how far off the wolves were sleeping.
Professional Reviews
Thank you for one crazy ride.
Wow!! What a mind-blowing insight to sorrows and distorting insights of life through the eyes of a tortured sole! This gripping novel is very graphic and twisting!!! The story is so dark and twisted. It reminds us all of the power we hold in our treatment of other human beings!! Reminds us of the evil/demons who are ready and willing to take any hurt , lonely soul to living Hell- all the while jesus is there awaiting a belief and acceptance and turning Point. This story made me feel like I was smack dab in the middle of a Quentin Tarantino Movie!!! The Wolf's are out there!!
It pegged my harsh meter.
I found Plastic Jesus, very graphic - it pegged my harsh meter a few times but that's what I expect and like about this author's books. I loved how twisted the characters are. Being a voracious reader, I think the reason I enjoy these books so much is because I can't say that I've ever come across this genre? - if it even fits into a genre. Maybe it's it own genre? I thought the characters were well developed, which always helps the reader (at least this reader) follow along more intently. For those who aren't faint of heart, and maybe a little secretly twisted, then I recommend Plastic Jesus.
Holy Cow.........
This book is an interesting exploration into the mind of a killer. It is twisted and dark, like the main character. It surprised me and shocked me in a couple places. The author is a great writer in the use of language and technique. He has a unique ability to weave humor and evil together in a way I have not seen much before.
It may be a bit to much for some, but if you are a little off plumb and secretly wonder about people like the killer, you will enjoy the book. Well worth your time to read.
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