A bunch of weirdos and their messed up lives intersect on the fringes of Hollywood and everything gets more and more tense until a man goes Lou Ferigno on a little boy’s torso. It was a nice way to end things, especially since this reader wanted to strangle some of the characters himself by that point.
Funny story: I got this book because I read somewhere that it was science fiction. Or at least I thought i had. Obviously it’s not, but the whole time I was reading I kept wondering when someone was going to travel through time or aliens would pop up. Those that “come to California to die” seemed likely candidates for lizard people.
But about three quarters of the way through (okay maybe four fifths), it was clear that no one was going to be losing their cat in a wormhole. That complete misdirection got me to read something I may have never noticed otherwise, and I’m mostly glad for it. Also being such a short book helped.
It reminds me a lot of Camus’ The Stranger. But where Mersault acted on his sociopathic thoughts, Tod Hackett does a much better job of keeping his violent and rapey impulses to himself.
The cock fight scene was truly horrifying and depressing – I didn’t know much about that, and I wish I still didn’t.
This book is probably particularly relevant, and maybe even cathartic, for people living or working in Hollywood. But the basic idea comes across just fine even if you don’t. It’s ultimately an intriguing mix of repulsiveness, curiosity, satire and pointlessness.