![]() I had no idea where the story was heading until it got there. Traditional narrative structure has been abandoned in favour of a disjointed, surreal fantasy where anything goes. So, apparently I’ve stepped into a genre called “bizarro” fiction. ![]() And the story just keeps getting weirder from there. The idea is that people have to sell their souls for a burger, and they’re all too willing to do it. Leaf and friends team up with Satan, who is a very real being, running a local fast food restaurant called (you guessed it) Satan Burger. The world is semi-apocalyptic due to the presence of a weird big portal (the Walm) that is steadily stealing souls and also spitting out weird aliens from other planets, who then typically get up to mischief. The protagonist is a guy called Leaf, who lives with a bunch of punk friends in a squat. Wow, right? Anyway, the story goes something like this. This story is from the viewpoint of the rebel, who I am still deeply in love with, who refuses to accept the beliefs (logic) that have been issued to him like a uniform … The world becomes clearer and clearer the older we become, much less mysterious/exciting and all of its appeal we experienced during childhood turns logical, and logic is a dirty and boring word. Not sure if my verge was due to a fascination with an unknown afterlife or due to utter boredom. I wrote this book (basically) when I was 20 years old and on the verge of self-murder. ![]() The reason I read this novel was because of the author’s introduction, part of which I now quote: ![]()
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