Woo hoo! It’s the latest Robert Rankin book! This one starts at the end, with the headless corpse of Jonny Hooker found floating in an ornamental pond, then rewinds a week to tell the story of how he got to be in such an unfortunate state.
Lots of the usual silliness follows. We meet the real rulers of Earth, an imaginary friend who is a little too real, and learn the dreadful truth about Robert Johnson’s previously unknown last song. And remember to watch out for the Air Loom Gang.
Quoting lines, or going into more details about the plot would be moderately pointless. If you’re a Rankin fan, you’ll either have read it already, or you’ll be wanting me to shut up about it while you wait for the paperback to come out. If you’re in the latter camp, you’ll miss out on the, err, interesting soundtrack CD that comes with this edition. This begins with the probably quite inevitable
It’s a tradition, or an old charter. Or something.
It’s all the usual Rankin stuff – ridickerously silly jokes, every bonkers conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard, and a few more besides, and loads of fun. If you haven’t read him before, now would be a good time to begin.
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