REVIEW: WITHOUT WARNING by John Birmingham
I just spent the last two days putting off high paying work to read WITHOUT WARNING, the latest novel by John Birmingham. I’ve never reviewed a book before, so I am compelled to enact what I imagine a book reviewer would say, and this is it:
I experienced John Birmingham’s WITHOUT WARNING in the same manner I would have experienced a full glass of a good California zinfandel: it began strong in character, getting better with each taste and ended with a big finish, making me sad it was gone and leaving me wanting more.
No kidding. It was a really good read. The zinfandel analogy is spot on. I highly recommend WITHOUT WARNING to the thousands of people who read this blog. Go out and buy it. I promise you won’t be able to put it down, and when you are forced by time and fate to do so, you will be scheming to find time to pick it up and continue.
Okay. I’ve done my book reviewer thing. Now it is time to get back to what I do a little better.
All of the characters – other than Fifi – were memorable. I especially enjoyed seeing the Rhino and a cameo by Murphy. But the one character I enjoyed most – but didn’t quite get enough of – was Stavros. I LOVED that guy, and I believe he was more pivotal than would appear on first reading.
John Birmingham, where ever you are, please continue to develop this fine, Greek character (whom I suspect also has an Irish ancestry).
As a matter of fact, please consider adding additional Greco-Irish characters, perhaps one that is an attorney with a small liver. Yeah! Wouldn’t that be great? I mean, really, who doesn’t want to read about a character who is half Greek, half Irish – and is an attorney – who gets drunk really, really easily? And, while you’re at it, give him (has to be a guy) Attention Deficit Disorder. And flat feet. Oh yeah, and he has to be bald. I mean, that is a must, don’t you think – for verisimilitude and pathos? Bald middle aged attorneys of Greek/Irish ancestry just reek of pathos. At least I hope that reek is pathos.
I am not a professional writer, but I can tell you that this is a very good idea.
And remember: the Wave eats people.
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