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Colin Dodds grew up in Massachusetts and completed his education in New York City. His poetry has appeared in more than a hundred fifty publications, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. The poet and songwriter David Berman (Silver Jews, Actual Air) said of Dodds’ work: “These are very good poems. For moments I could even feel the old feelings when I read them.” Dodds is also the author of several novels, including WINDFALL and The Last Bad Job, which the late Norman Mailer touted as showing “something that very few writers have; a species of inner talent that owes very little to other people.” And his screenplay, Refreshment, was named a semi-finalist in the 2010 American Zoetrope Contest. Colin lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife Samantha. You can find more of his work at thecolindodds.com.
Mary C. Moore
on Jan. 08, 2013 :
Sex, drugs, and... a cult? Dodds takes us on one hell of an adventure. Seen from the first person perspective of a journalist, (a recovering alcoholic and somewhat self-absorbed, self-destructive persona) we are thrown into the story by observing the suicide of the girl he's been sleeping with, who also happens to be a member of a insane end-of-the-world cult. The journalist, who is not named, has been sent on assignment to observe the cult master "Dizzy" and his loony pseudo religious ways out in the desert. There are rumors of a soon to be mass suicide by members of the cult in anticipation of the coming of the end. The journalist is torn between disgust and enjoyment of the sexually free and absolutely manic atmosphere. His reality is shaken with the suicide and he grapples with the decision to stay and get a career making story or to leave and wash himself clean of the crazy. The choice is made for him by one of Dizzy's henchmen, and the journalist ends up fleeing a murder scene with blood stained hands. He seeks refuge in a small roadside hotel deep in the California valley and cocoons himself in paranoia and his old friend alcohol. From that point things keep unraveling as he gets tangled with an arms dealer and coke whore. As his world gets smaller and he keeps running, the journalist discovers maybe Dizzy's crazy apocalyptic premonitions weren't so crazy after all.
I throughly enjoyed this book. It was a nutty whirlwind of a novel, reminding me of A. C. Weisbecker's "Cosmic Banditos" but with a much darker and hellish undertone. The main character is totally unsympathetic and you know it's not going to end well, yet as a reader you stick with him, screaming the whole way down. The writing is masterful, thus I was not surprised by Dodd's impressive writing resume.
The end left a little to be desired. It was one of those vague and foggy ending where you are not sure what actually happened, or who was behind it, and you really wanted to know, but the journey to the end was so enjoyable that it didn't really matter.
I would highly recommend this to fans of dark humor and dystopian futures.
(reviewed the day of purchase)