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This utterly insane novel is a complete delight, wonderfully crafted. It's hilarious. It's obscene. It's scatalogical. It's clever. It's sacriligious. It's hilarious. Yes, the hilarity bears repeating. It's erudite and imaginative to boot. It's international, and it touches on mad cows, hamburger joints, feces, perversions and eternal love. Plus the sewers of Paris. And high society. It's a literary roller-coaster of absolute lunacy written by a man with a mind that is hard to imagine. What did his mama say? Did he ever have a mama? Or was he hatched from an egg? Why have I never heard of this fellow? I happened upon the book in a secondhand bookstore in San Antonio, Texas, of all places, and it's turned out to be one of the best buys of the decade. What's the book about? A priest/hit man from the Vatican, basically. But the pleasure is in the writing and the telling. And the reading. Especially that. Be aware this book is not for the squeamish. But if you have an open mind and a terrifically developed sense of black humor, this masterpiece has your name tattooed upon it. And a masterpiece it is.

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"Beam Me Up Scotty. A great book. The hardest, purest American prose since Faulkner's Sanctuary."

Terry Southern

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THE PLUMBER OF SOULS Michael Guinzburg Review by Ryan Brooks

Michael Guinzburg doesn't just mix the sacred and the profane--he's got them humping "in the style made famous by dogs." First published in France, where Guinzburg is more widely read, his latest novel is loosely structured as the case files of a globe-trotting scandal-fixer for the Vatican, a "human enema" who can make anyone spill his guts in the name of absolution. He's privy to a foul stream of corrupted innocence and crass consumption, relaying these confessions in honeyed tones and gleefully offensive similes: "with each massive puff the red ember of her cigarette glowed brightly and grew like a dog's erection"; "Sister Genevieve . . . ran from the room in tears, her full breasts bobbling like puppies wrestling in a sack." As the confessions get weirder--"The Billionth Burger" combines freaky sex and greasy fast food--the honey gets thicker, the puns get tackier, and the plot twists are more absurd. By "The Trillionth Shit," things have clogged; this tale of the Merdistes, a cult of poop worshippers living and butt fucking in the sewers of Paris, goes on for way longer than seems prudent. "The Zillionth Star" brings together Fidel Castro, pedophiliac computer genius "Gill Bates," the lamb of God, a clone of Adolf Hitler, and a dancer at a Cicero strip club. Guinzburg's vision of the salvation of man is pretty ingenious, and the raw thrill of his prose has plenty of redemptive power of its own. -- Ryan Brooks

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Michael on the set of Hollywood Seagull movie.