Yep, it seems that Charlie Asher has been recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one: Death. I was quite miffed when I turned the last page of A Dirty Job - the story had come to its natural end, but I was definitely left wanting more. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. People start dropping dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. But see him Charlie does, and from here on out, things get really weird. As Charlie prepares to go home after the birth, he sees a strange man dressed in mint-green at Rachel's hospital bedside - a man who claims that no one should be able to see him. And she, Rachel, is about to have their first child.īut normal service is about to be interrupted. Christopher Moore, the man whose Lamb served up Jesus' 'missing years' (with the funny parts left in), and whose Fluke found the deep humor in whale researchers' lives, now shines his comic light on the undiscovered country we all eventually explore - death and dying - and the results are. Really, its a tale of death, and not just the madness with which we associate it, but with which every aspect of society looks at it. He's married to a bright and pretty woman who actually loves him for his normality. A Dirty Job, his newest and darkest (yet endearingly deep) novel to date is a tangle of Beta male vs Death. He owns a building in the heart of San Francisco, and runs a second-hand store with the help of a couple of loyal, if marginally insane, employees. A little hapless, somewhat neurotic, more of a Beta than an Alpha Male.
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