It Came From Below the Belt, by Bradley Sands
Written: Jun 22 '07
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Pros: I finished it. Somehow.
Cons: To write an accurate warning--I mean REVIEW--I had to read the whole thing.
The Bottom Line: The Emperor is most definitely naked.
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| cdm72's Full Review: Bradley Sands - It Came from Below the Belt |
Warning: the following review contains some things probably not suitable for kids. Most definitely not suitable. But, hey, I didn't write the book, I'm just reviewing it. --CDM.
Wow. That was TEDIOUS!
Grover Goldstein is eaten by a giraffe/time machine and ejected into the future. How far? Does it matter? Did you not see the part about being eaten by the giraffe/time machine? So anyway, Grover comes to in a cafe and meets his future self whom he accompanies back to a crappy apartment and blows in the shower. When he wakes up, the body is gone, but the penis, a sentient entity that calls itself The Unnamable, is still lodged in his mouth. The penis tells Grover he knows where theres a hidden time machine and hell help Grover get back to his own time if Grover helps him/it achieve its goal: the Presidency.
You know, I could probably stop right there and let you draw your own conclusions, but I dont think a simple synopsis, however absurd, can truly convey the awfulness of this book.
They call this style Bizarro. Lets recall Bizarro is a Superman villain, the anti-Superman. Everything he does is the opposite of how we know it to be. Hello is Goodbye, rich is poor, tattered is fancy, and so on. With that in mind, Bizarro fiction, if IT CAME FROM BELOW THE BELT is any indication, is the opposite of, lets see, GOOD fiction. Plot is an afterthought, style is on a whim, and any sense of holding a readers interest is thrown out the window. If this is what Bizarro fiction is all about, no thanks.
In the future, attendance isnt called alphabetically. Instead, it goes according to penis and clitoris size. Unfortunately, my name was the first on the list.
Present, I said.
To my further embarrassment, Assumption Highs attendance procedure called for you to get up on your desk and announce your presence with an improvised dance. Mrs. Nitro, the homeroom teacher, whooped and threw change at me.
Please feel free to groan. I did.
From what I can gather, the Bizarro style--at least in THIS book--is based on the kind of wordplay Douglas Adams excelled at and which no one else can quite pull off successfully.
A girl with the face of a horse-drawn carriage handed me the lung. I passed it along without glancing at it. An angry hand gave it back and signed something to the effect of that I should really give the lung another chance. It was burnt black and leaking fluid. It was now stuck to me in a most inappropriate location.
Face of a horse-drawn carriage, you see what he did there? Wasnt that funny? Or theres
A man named Grassy Noel haunted the halls of The Not-Really-White-More-Like-Dirty-Gray House and did all the real work. He wasnt the spirit of a post-human Moonsylvanian citizen. Instead, he was an illegal alien from a galaxy far, far away, who, peculiarly enough, looked more human than most humans (especially those who depend on public transportation too get them to work), and was alive and less than well, frozen inside a block of carbonite hidden in plain view as a centerpiece in the presidential food court and getting his moneys worth out of the astral projection seminar taken during his experimental phase.
Its all cute and charming for about a page. After that, youre looking for plot and it just never appears. IT CAME FROM BELOW THE BELT is not a novel, its an exercise in frustration as the reader tries to get from one page to the next without throwing the thing across the room.
But wait, you say, you just dont get it. Its obviously beyond you. No, believe me, I get it. I just dont like it. Maybe it was all those novels Ive read in my life that insisted on a discernible plot, life-like characters, writing with substance. Oddly enough, author Sands outs himself on page 30 with this phrase: studying the fine art of deluding the public into believing that youre hip and cutting edge when youre really just being silly.
Yeah, Im familiar with that concept. I just read 190 pages of it. Put your copy of THE HITCHHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY away and stop trying to be someone youre not. Adams pulled it off because, as silly and nonsensical as those books were, they still had a certain cohesion. They were silly as a result of the plot, not just because Adams had a knack for thinking of stupid stuff off the top of his head. I mean, hell, anyone can do that:
He was suddenly brought to a halt when he realized his car had turned into a giant kaiser roll. As he stepped out of his kaiser roll, he wondered, Who left this ice cream here? As it happened, the annual Giant Ice Cream Sundae-Fest had just wrapped and he found himself ankle-deep in a puddle of Ben and Jerrys Chubby Hubby. Before he could extricate himself, a dog wandered over and told him he was wanted on the telephone.
See, it doesnt take talent to string together a bunch of nonsense; I can do it in three seconds. Arent I brilliant? But to do it in a way that tells a story a reader is interested in, thats what Adams was good at. Sands is not. IT CAME FROM BELOW THE BELT is just another excuse to publish a book without having to learn to write first. What the fk, man, did I write a load of really crappy books in a past life and I have to make up for it now, or what? How do these books find me??? My kingdom for a novel written by someone who knows what theyre doing and actually shows a respect for the art.
Dont believe the hype. Bizarro is not some new cutting edge genre, its nothing more than a bunch of nonsense with a binding. At least Im done with it and can move onto something that, hopefully, isnt utter crap.
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