Genre: Satire/Science
Fiction
Description:
“One billion years in the future, Ritch Speerat seeks psychological
help for his nightmares. On his way to his therapist, he meets The Hortboy.
Ritch shares with The Hortboy his love of ancient history, specifically an age
one billion years in the past which he calls the 'golden age of fucking
everything'. The Hortboy is charmed by this age and shares it with everyone he
knows. It goes viral.
Ritch's therapist informs him that he can end his nightmares by using
The One True Law Of The Universe on his cannibal family. Ritch must retrieve
The One True Law, overcoming many obstacles, and expose the source of his
nightmares to its justice. Maybe his unique knowledge of the 'golden age of
fucking everything' will help him.
On his journey, Ritch encounters giant pizza-delivering rodents,
enchanted roadways, weird spells, strange magic items, golden skyscrapers, a
singing/dancing army, ghastly demons, villainous cannibals, multiple One True
Laws, a pot smoking dragon, and a group of frat boys, all of which come
together like water in a fucking funnel.
The Golden Age Of Fucking Everything juxtaposes: mature psychological
issues with sophomoric humor, emotional abandonment with serendipitous
friendship, girl parts with boy parts; you get the fucking idea.”
Author:
This appears to be the first published work by Richard Moore, at least
under this name. He has another book on the way, but that’s petty much all the
information I’ve been able to find.
Appraisal:
It seems unfair that the title and book’s description both use a word
that I’m sure if I used it in my appraisal of the book would prompt Amazon to
disallow or delete my review when I post it there. That’s not flipping fair. I guess I’ll have to find
a way to deal with those restraints while describing this book.
If you’re one of those people who are offended by certain language and
don’t think it should ever be used in works of fiction, I’m guessing the title
was enough to convince you to move on. If it didn’t, you may want to now. In
fact, if constant use of the word that comedian George Carlin called “the champion of dirty words” is going to be a problem, this book isn’t for you. Additionally, if sophomoric humor as it is described in the book’s description will
be an issue, you’ll want to skip it. Some might feel the frequent reference to
sex involving a person’s rear is a problem as well.
But if you
get past all of that, you’ll find the book is funny. Trying to anticipate where
the adventure the main character is experiencing will end up is entertaining. Figuring
out the strange world the author has envisioned for a billion years in the future
is a fun exercise, helped along by a glossary at the end if you’d like to refer
to it and frequent footnotes that can also be a help. Plus, if a billion years
prior to a billion years in the future was really the golden age of … ummm …
pretty much everything then maybe at least part of the book’s purpose is to
make us glad we live when we do instead of a billion years in the future. For
the most part, it did that. Except for making me unhappy at having limits on
how often I can use my favorite freaking words.
FYI:
See title. See appraisal. If it is possible for you to be offended by
language, this isn’t the fucking book for you.
Format/Typo
Issues:
No significant issues.
Rating:
**** Four Stars
Reviewed
by: BigAl
Approximate
word count: 25-30,000 words
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