So he does what any of us would probably do in that situation... he goes back to bed, hoping it'll all resolve itself.
Unfortunately, in the middle of the night, a pack of WOLVES moves in.
The worst thing is, they're party wolves...
BUT they gave him a security deposit, so he decides he's going out to get his eyeballs back.
He joins forces on his epic quest with a woman named Zoe, who has a mysterious secret almost as crazy as Norman's Party Wolves. Besides, she needs him too...
She's on the run from her psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who happens to be a dangerous sociopath, a classic car enthusiast and, worst of all, a fully grown walrus.
The road trip/chase novel is flipped on its head with everyone chasing everyone... explosions, battles and madness are the drivers in this particular race, along with a few stops in such places as the Motel Sick and a cult town in North Dakota featuring some dangerous hooded guys who'll pretty much marry anything to anything. With violence and insanity nipping at his heels and a race against the clock to get his body parts back, this could turn out very badly for Norman Spooter.
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(Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted illegally.)As I've said here many times before, although I'm a fan of so-called "bizarro" or "gonzo" fiction, I also acknowledge that even under the best of circumstances, the subgenre takes some getting used to; after all, many of the stories that fit into this category are not much more than nonsensical dream transcripts with some random sex and violence thrown in for good measure, with not even an effort made to fit in a three-act plot but rather existing as a sort of literary form of a wacky old Warner Brothers cartoon. For example, take Michael Allen Rose's Party Wolves in My Skull, the latest title from Eraserhead Press's "New Bizarro Author Series;" its premise is not much more than that one day, a man's eyeballs stage a coup and run away from his body, leaving two holes to his brain that are promptly taken over by a series of microscopic, pot-smoking feral wolves (or maybe "frat-boy wolves" would be the better term), who essentially wreak havoc on our narrator because of him unable to see what kinds of nefarious things they're actually doing. Deliberately silly and gross, like many of the titles in this series, its fans already know who they are; but for the rest of you, a strong stomach and a high suspension of disbelief is encouraged.Out of 10: 7.5
This is a great book. Not too serious, not too light, but strangely entertaining. It fits well with the Bizarro Author Series. The author takes you on a road trip with twisted characters and fun plot twists. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a fun read.