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The Last Bad Job (2012)

by Colin Dodds(Favorite Author)

2.83 of 5 Votes: 2

ISBN

1479301469 (ISBN13: 9781479301461)

languge

English

genre

Fiction

publisher

Createspace

review 1: Not what I was expecting and I didn't really enjoy the book. It started out interesting with lots of suspense building up and then a unique chapter to move smoothly to the next phase. However the next phase, although again artfully building more suspense, just rambled on and on with no apparent purpose. The author has a unique style of writing which enhances the reading somewhat, but the disjointed story made for a difficult read.I'm not prepared to trash the story or the writing, but the buyer should read the reviews before deciding to buy. I chose not to read the reviews before reading and ended up disappointed.There were times during the last part of the book that I thought of Colleen McCullough's "A Creed for the Third Millennium", but there were times it reminded m... moree of some of Faulkner's work - I'm not a William Faulkner fan.Regardless, I commend the author for putting in the effort to publish a truly unique book.
review 2: Throw convention out the door and tape mayonnaise-coated aluminum foil over the windows and appliances. Things are going to get real...and then get real weird.When the cat is at the doggy door barking to get in and the cabby is honking from the curb to shuttle you to a flight you never booked, it's then that you'll know you're full and settled deep into a read that is at turns puzzling and all the while back of your brain provoking. That, and that mayonnaise-coated aluminum foil window treatments should not have been your first choice. Or third.Despite its out of the gate comfortable read, as well done as those initial chapters come together, this is not your standard by the numbers fiction. Things get odd. Nonetheless, the strange path that ensues is executed with precision, strange vision, and here's the biggest most of all...true voice. A deep, in the woods, late at night ululation that could have only gurgled forth in a Sasquatch's mating call kind of true voice. That kind of unique.If ever there was a book club where I wanted to meet with friends and foes with halitosis perhaps only slightly worse than mine, and where I'm certain some nervous fellow would ramble too long and with a lazy eye that drifted out as if desperate to be rid of him, focusing all on its own onto the fire escape fat feathered rat pigeon blinking in wonderment to fret its knot of nerves called a brain to work over the why we apes stayed stupid and flapping our face holes at the air.... Well, as long as this was the kind of book on the menu, then that's a club I hope would have me.Until my invite to that fine collective comes around I'll try Tabasco-coated foil, mustard having proved as poor a choice as the mayo. less

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