by Stephen Kozeniewski
Genre: Mystery/Horror
So, admittedly, I didn’t read the synopsis, look at the cover or even have an inkling what this book was about
when I started to read it. I was assigned this novel and judging by the title,
I expected it to be comical. Three percent through … I said, “Stop. What am I
reading?”
Now, don’t take that as a bad
sign, I asked this question with a smile on my face. After all, I was expecting
a typical zombie novel with a slight Shawn
of the Dead or Zombieland slant
to it.
Braineater Jones is far from typical. I looked up the book and caught glimpse of cover and that was all, really, I needed to know. I started the novel again. It has a Foreword and honestly, I never read any Foreword until I get through a few chapters. Just a weird thing, especially if I see it is an ‘explanation’ from the author. I take that mindset of ‘Let me read first and then I’ll hear what you want to explain’. I don’t like anything being put in my head.
Braineater Jones is far from typical. I looked up the book and caught glimpse of cover and that was all, really, I needed to know. I started the novel again. It has a Foreword and honestly, I never read any Foreword until I get through a few chapters. Just a weird thing, especially if I see it is an ‘explanation’ from the author. I take that mindset of ‘Let me read first and then I’ll hear what you want to explain’. I don’t like anything being put in my head.
Off I went, diving into this
story with a brand new mindset. It reminded me, in a positive way, of one of
those ‘dime story detective’ novels or a film noire shot and narrated by a
slick guy with a deep bite and hook to his voice. Complete with that trouble
starting Dame every old school mystery has.
Braineater Jones wakes up, or doesn’t
wake, he’s dead, at the bottom of a pool. He opens his eyes and so our story
begins. He wonders what the heck is going on and is determined to find out not
only what happened to him but who he is. He can’t remember.
After a run-in with some thugs, he
goes to some sleezy, two bit hotel. There he meets Lazar and we get more
information about the new way of life or unlife that Braineater faces.
His journey to the truth is
documented in diary entries. And you read each one with that voice in your
head. Braineater dives into the community of undead, and learns that you can
keep your brain working and body from dripping flesh if you pickle your brain.
That is done with alcohol.
The story takes a different perspective, and a
fresh one (no pun intended toward corpses).
Its twists and turns weave a great and unique mystery as you follow
Braineater Jones through his own path of uncovery with plenty of obstacles and
bad guys that want him more dead.
The novel is witty, intense and
keeps your interest from start to finish. It reads fast, I mean super fast and not
that the book is short, it just reads that well. Nothing stumbled me. And that
rarely happens. While some Zombie snobs may not like this book, I certainly
did.
I can’t for the life of me think
of any reason to give this book less than five stars. Stephen Kozeniewski has
crafted a very well written novel, it’s crisp, funny, mysterious and just darned
good. He is a writing force to be reckoned with and I think I’ll nickname him ‘The
Koz’, as his superstar author name, because I am certain if he keeps this up,
he’ll get there.
And to steal a little line from his book, Thank Jesus, Murphy, and Joe Hooker that fellow ‘Koz’, he’s got another Zombie book out. Onward to that.
And to steal a little line from his book, Thank Jesus, Murphy, and Joe Hooker that fellow ‘Koz’, he’s got another Zombie book out. Onward to that.
The Bookie Monster's Rating:
Braineater Jones wakes up face down in a swimming pool with
no memory of his former life, how he died, or why he’s now a zombie. With a
smart-aleck severed head as a partner, Jones descends into the undead ghetto to
solve his own murder.
But Jones’s investigation is complicated by his crippling
addiction to human flesh. Like all walking corpses, he discovers that only a
stiff drink can soothe his cravings. Unfortunately, finding liquor during
Prohibition is costly and dangerous. From his Mason jar, the cantankerous Old
Man rules the only speakeasy in the city that caters to the postmortem crowd.
As the booze, blood, and clues coagulate, Jones gets closer
to discovering the identity of his killer and the secrets behind the city’s
stranglehold on liquid spirits. Death couldn’t stop him, but if the liquor
dries up, the entire city will be plunged into an orgy of cannibalism.
Cracking this case is a tall order. Braineater Jones won’t
get out alive, but if he plays his cards right, he might manage to salvage the
last scraps of his humanity.
During his time as a Field Artillery officer, he served for three years in Oklahoma and one in Iraq, where due to what he assumes was a clerical error, he was awarded the Bronze Star. The depiction of addiction in his fiction is strongly informed by the three years he spent working at a substance abuse clinic, an experience which also ensures that he employs strict moderation when enjoying the occasional highball of Old Crow.
He is also a classically trained linguist, which sounds much more impressive than saying his bachelor's degree is in German.
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Website: http://manuscriptsburn.blogspot.com/
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Length: 234 Pages
Published by: Red Adept Publishing
Publication Date: October 9, 2013
Where to Buy:
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Published by: Red Adept Publishing
Publication Date: October 9, 2013
Where to Buy:
Amazon
Goodreads
Barnes & Noble