Here's my first book review of 2010!The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse by Robert Rankin (2002) * * *
Jack, a thirteen year-old country boy and Eddie, a sawdust-filled teddy bear prone to drunken benders, embark on a (literally) hard-boiled detective case: Humpty Dumpty has been murdered, boiled alive in his own swimming pool. The case takes them to the chocolatey power center of the corrupt metropolis of Toy City, as one by one, the well-known nursery rhyme celebrities in town (otherwise known as Pre-Adolescent Poetic Personalities) drop in the most macabre ways possible. Rankin's prose is at times too gimicky, and unfortunately blemished with several instances of fatphobia trying to pass as humor. It's also hard to buy that Jack, with his proper English diction and mad detective skills, is actually thirteen. Nevertheless, the convoluted title of the book is confidently redeemed by the end as the formula-aware crime novel unfolds in a clockwork cascade of predictable unpredictability.
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