one reason to buy a Jesse Bullington novel is cause they’re like soooo gross. this author is like an entire roomful of 13-year-old boys. really witty 13-year-old boys, but still. at any rate, that’s why i buy Bullington’s books. they’re fun.
this book is also fun, and certainly ratchets the gross factor way down from The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart. that book teetered on the edge of too gross for funny. his subsequent books have been progressively less gross, i think, or perhaps i’m just getting accustomed to his… style.
anyway they are fun. this one tends, toward the end, to some annoying repetitiveness vis. characters speculating on plot events. and then the ending itself is rather unsatisfying. in fact, a lot of this book feels like it aims at a climactic moment, and then just… peters off.
but this book has its moments, and its characterizations are certainly a quantum leap in his writing. these characters, all along the spectra of their personal pathologies and lunacies, really are characters, and at some points you can’t help but actually like them.
i seem to be vacillating all over the place even in this tiny review, don’t i? it’s something about his books… i always want to dislike them (perhaps for pandering to my lowest literary sensibilities), but can’t quite bring myself to do it. they really are more than the sum of the gross parts. on the whole, i’d really recommend The Enterprise of Death if you’re looking for a fun gross-out.