Charlie could hear the challenge in his voice. ‘Is that what you’re going to write about it?’ asked Martin. Its primary purpose would appear to be to conceal the midlife crisis being suffered by the schnitzel beneath it.’ Without raising his face, Charlie said, ‘This is a mixture of Chef Boy-ar-Dee canned tomatoes, undercooked onions, and Spice Islands Mixed Herbs straight out of the jar. He was also trying to decide whether the veal schnitzel underneath had been defrosted recently enough to justify the menu’s confident claim that it was ‘Homestead Fresh’. Charlie was sniffing it, to determine what it was made of. It’s so gloppy.’Ĭharlie bowed his head so close to the lumpy scarlet sauce spread out over his plate that Martin thought for one moment that he was going to press his face into it. ‘This glop, as you call it, is Colonial-style Sauce,’ Charlie corrected him. ‘How long do you think this baby has been dead?’ ‘Well, then,’ said Charlie, his face half hidden in the shadows.
Outside the restaurant window, behind the trees, a huge thundercloud ballooned up, luridly orange in the afternoon sunshine, anvil-headed, apocalyptic, the kind of thundercloud from which Valkyries should have been tumbling. But the book held my attention, although it seriously dragged in the middle. The author’s portrayal of women is annoying they don’t seem real at all, just ornaments for Charlie to have sex with. I’m afraid I just couldn’t manage to like Charlie there is nothing wrong with him but he just rubbed me the wrong way, although he did the right things in the end. The cult’s religious thesis is a new one. When Martin disappears, Charlie is surprised to find how extensive this cult is and how much power they have… and their Second Coming is NOW.This is typical 80s gore fest, although it does have some interesting quirks that make it stand apart from the chain saw gang. Not only that, but Martin is their Savior. While he’s seeking this, a member of a cult religion is talking with Martin…and convincing him theirs is the One True Religion. An encounter at a (bad) roadside diner leads him on a quest to find Le Reposoir, a secret, private dining club. A non-custodial parent, he now has his son, Martin, with him for three weeks, in an attempt for them to get to know each other.
Charlie McLean is a restaurant critic who is on the road constantly, eating his way around America for a company that makes up guidebooks.
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