ANOTHER BRILLIANT FLUKE
"And what did I get? Another absolutely hillarious and enjoyable read. The story starts off a little slower, bringing in a lot of information about whales and their singing patterns before hanging a harsh left and dragging us into evolutionary chaos and promiscuous whaley-girl sex."
Jim Martin reviews FLUKE Or, I Know Why The Winged Whale Sings, by Christopher Moore.
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Okay, let's just get one thing out of the way. My mother in law does not have her finger on the pulse of the hip.
So it's Christmas time, and she's trying to find that perfect gift that cries out "son-in-law", and this year I have to give her at least a little credit... She actually was paying some attention to me this year.
I say that because she actually had good intentions this year of getting me a gift that I would like. She knew I was a young and left-leaning hipster who liked social and political commentary, and she'd heard a lot about this Moore cat that had taken on the NRA and the Bush Administration. It seemed right up my alley, so she ran out and bought me.......
Naturally, I was confused until she explained to me that this book, the Island of the Sequined Love Nun, was a hard-hitting social commentary by the man who brought you Fahrenheit 911 and Bowling for Columbine. At that point, I feined a seizure and lay down for the rest of December.
See, I have this thing about comedy books. From time to time I've been surprised, such as the case when my sister bought me Even Cowgirls Get The Blues, but as a rule I simply can't stand the half-assed funny books that everyone else seems to get. I mean, here I am a computer nerd and the last thing on earth I'd like to do is sit down and read any of those Hitchiker's Guide books. So the notion of reading some funny book by some funny author whose funny work had no funny relation to me simply didn't make me jump for joy. But I knew that she'd start asking me about how much I loved the book soon enough, so I sat down for a hearty morning poop and started to read.
There is nothing funny about laughing on the pottie.
I couldn't believe how much fun this book was. It wasn't done in the oh-so-common style of comedic writing that makes me want to hit someone. In fact, it seemed quite heavily researched and showed a depth to the characters that was absolutely enteraining. I had to give the guy credit.
So I recommended it to a bunch of friends, many of whom are now hooked on Moore as well (although it might have been the way he took on Nike CEO Phil Knight, you never know). I even got my mother to read it, who laughed so hard reading it that my father picked it up afterwards and totally missed the humor.
Not too long after that I received a list of books from Harper/Collins that I could review if I so desired. One of the books was FLUKE Or, I Know Why The Winged Whale Sings by Moore. I figured this was too perfect. It was a fluke that had brought me to him in the first place, so a book about flukes was probably some higher power's way of telling me I'd enjoy it or something.
And what did I get? Another absolutely hillarious and enjoyable read. The story starts off a little slower, bringing in a lot of information about whales and their singing patterns before hanging a harsh left and dragging us into evolutionary chaos and promiscuous whaley-girl sex.
So here's how I figure it... You're reading this review. It was probably some fluke of the Internet that led you here in the first place, or maybe you thought this was a review of the next biting social commentary by that guy Roger Moore from the James Bond movies or something. However it happened, you're here. You're experiencing a fluke. The booming voice of your higher power (or the nagging hiss of scientific nothingness) is telling you that the time is right. Go buy this book. If you don't love it, you're every bit as lame as my dad.
ABOUT THE REVIEWER
Jim Martin is an editor-in-chief and the webmaster here at 3:AM and fronts the punk rock band Johnny Incognito. His stuff has been published in a variety of places, including Images Inscript, Newtopia Magazine, Scapegrace, and Canadian Content. He is a computer nerd, a political activist, a loudmouth, a father, a husband, a singer, a writer, and a twat. He lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, where he spends way too much time doing things that don't pay him money.