QUOTE(AuthorMusician @ Sep 24 2007, 07:05 AM)

This one had me laughing out loud:
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore
Damn - here I am touting Vidal again. But, if you enjoyed
Biff, you might also like
Live from Golgotha: The Gospel According to Gore Vidal. In fact, it's the Gospel according to St. Timothy and deals more with St. Paul and early Christianity than Jesus (who was, apparently, enormously fat). But it's also about time travel and marketing and infotainment and revisionism - and a "hacker" who's trying to delete Christianity from history - featuring Nero, Petronius, Mary Baker Eddy, Pontius Pilate, and Shirley MacLaine. It's Vidal in
Myra Breckenridge mode - outlandish (and often hilarious) social satire rather than historical fiction.
Very entertaining.
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I just finished
Kornwolf by Tristan Egolf, a sort of comic horror novel, I guess. In short, it's about an Amish werewolf in central Pennsylvania - but also deals with journalism, boxing, vigilantism, madness, corruption,
Rumspringa, child abuse, faith, betrayal, and rage. All the requisite elements for comedy.

But it works quite well, largely due to the energy and imagery of the writing, the edgy humor, and the diversity of characters, most of whom (apart from a few obvious caricatures) are pretty well observed. A few passages - especially those from the point of view of the
kornwolf itself, the insatiable, scabrous, foul-smelling beast of the title (also known as "The Blue Ball Devil") - are as exhilarating as they are exhausting:
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...tearing through bull-thistle, jimsonweed, supplejack - brittle with mid-autumn coming of frost - and of pulsating crimson, appendages thwarted and stumbling, slam into fallen timber, as worm-ridden slick with organic decay - to meandering blindly through goldenrod, inkberry, sheep laurel, bladdernut, Solomon's seal - a prickling rash of woodland nettles - cries emanating from lurch of within, as of burning of flame now, at once underfoot - down embankment and plunging headlong into watercress, chilly with runoff from fertilized fields, and of crippling thirst satiated in excess - then up again, scrambling, mud on the incline, jagged escarpment, then over to stillness...
The bulk of the novel is less stream-of-consciousness, but the narrative keeps shifting from the perspective of one character to another, none of whom (the reader included) have a full grasp on events - many incidents happen "offstage" while others happen
right in your face - too close to fully comprehend . Most of the writing has the immediacy of the
kornwolf sequences, but the style changes considerably depending on whether the focal character is a journalist, a whiskey preacher, or a young Amish woman - and one twelve-page boxing sequence is among the best sports fiction I've ever read (er, not that I read that much sports fiction). There is a consistency in the overall story-telling and the wicked sense of humor, though, that holds the whole thing together. Egolf has an uncanny knack for using words to create almost physical sensations of disorientation, movement, and foreboding, as well as evoking pain, outrage, disappointment, and concern on a visceral level, that draws the reader into the characters and situations. The extended climax is almost nightmarish, the murderous chaos of the action is reflected in the conflicting narratives, contrasting emotions, and rich, disturbing imagery as events unfold during Harvest Sabbath under a blue moon.
It also works as something of an allegorical social critique: the
kornwolf epitomizes youthful rebellion against authority, but its destruction and bloodlust is mirrored in the vigilante reaction to his rampages. Similarly, almost all of the characters' vices and virtues tend to determine their fates. I suppose there's always an element of metaphor in "monster" tales - and werewolves are particularly ripe for drawing comparisons to the latent beast within all of us - but Egolf uses such symbolism very subtly and the novel is more of a ripping yarn than a social tract.
I must say that I most enjoyed the sequences dealing with the Amish themselves. Since returning to Pennsylvania, I've developed something of an interest in latter-day Anabaptists - among other things, our business gets quite a lot of Mennonite traffic as well as some Amish - and was glad to see that, despite Egolf's punkish tendency toward iconoclasm, his portrayal of the Plain People is largely sympathetic, fairly accurate, and often very informative.
The author (who was also a musician and political activist - he was one of the guys arrested for forming an Abu-Ghraib-like human pyramid at a Bush appearance in Lancaster, PA) suffered from a bipolar disorder and some of his writing seems to reflect this in its frenetic pace and shifting points of view and tones. He had written two previous novels (which I fully intend to pick up as soon as possible), both reasonably successful if not bestsellers, and committed suicide in 2005 at the age of thirty-three, just after completing the manuscript for
Kornwolf. It was published posthumously and seems a bit rough in places, even given Egolf's sometimes feverish style, and
may have benefited from some editorial input. Then again, the rawness of the writing is one of its most compelling features, so maybe it's just what the author intended.
I guess you could say I'm recommending this one.