Okay, so say you're channel surfing, and you come across ... oh I don't know, The Reaper, and you think to yourself, not a bad premise--a bunch of kids, minimum wage employment, some cute girls, lots of supernatural elements ... but something's missing--what the hell's missing from this picture? And then it dawns on you; Bukowski! Bukowski is missing. If Buk could rise up from the dead and find employment as one of the writers for The Reaper, you'd have something pretty similar to Stygiophilia, a fast paced, tight-lined, no holds barred, brick to the head, macabre tale of one man's quest for absolution.
This is a great read. A quick read (98 pages), but a great one none the less. Nathan gets in and gets out, but still manages to slowly reveal a horrific back story that shapes everything the narrator (and the reader) experiences.
My only issue with the book is the layout, but that's just (I assume) a technical issue and easily overlooked once you get cruising along with the story line, which--from a writing standpoint--is liquid smooth.
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