Author: Sean Dixon
Publisher: Other Press
ISBN: 10: 1590513126:  978-1590513125

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Don’t read this book in bed if you share a bedroom with someone else.  Once you’ve woken them with a burst of laughter, they’ll either insist you read the Last Days of the Lacuna Cabal aloud or order you from the room.

As author Sean Dixon channels Tom Robbins, he is sometimes off-putting and sometimes richly rewarding:“That’s the thing about born leaders.  They convince you that you’re capable of doing—that you want to be doing—the craziest things.  When they go too far, we suppose, is when you find yourself with a cult on your hands.  And when they don’t go far enough, they  come across as carping, opinionated, pain-in-the-ass purveyors of sloppy thinking.”

While Last Days has a plot, sort of, a retelling in a modern setting of The Epic of Gilgamesh , the book’s characters are left free to improvise (much as an actor failing to find the prop pistol called for in Scene Three might use a real knife instead). Rather than kill a goddess, they cut off her hair (and she’s not really a god).

Almost all the principal characters, including the narrators, are women, which is pretty gutsy on the part of the author (a man).  They do relate to one another in the manner of junior-high students though, so perhaps Sean doesn’t deserve that much credit. On the plus side, he doesn’t indulge in the viciousness that characterizes Faye Weldon’s Big Girls Don’t Cry.

Most of the book’s scenes are set in Montreal in the same locations I used in my never-to-be-published first novel.  (Though I did reuse 3 or 4 of the chapters in R.J. Tower: The Growth Years which you can buy today in e-book format.) And if some of you are claiming, “Hey this is supposed to be a review of Dixon’s book, not a plug for yours.” Relax, this whole paragraph is merely a parody of Dixon’s style. (As well as a shameless plug.)[1] But the book also takes us to Port Said and Bagdad in time for America's next-to-last war.

If you’re looking for the sort of read you can’t put down till the crime is solved and the girl is won, this ain’t it.  But if won’t bother you to reread the same paragraph two or three times, because for several minutes, inspired, your mind went drifting off in almost forgotten directions, then this is the book for you..  (Besides, if you’re caught reading this book in public, folks are bound to ask why you have that silly grin on your face.)

[1] Did I mention Sean Dixon makes frequent use of  footnotes, mostly irrelevant but always amusing.

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