Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Bucket of Face by Eric Hendrixson
Thirteen years after a police officer searching a suspected child molester's home spilled a vial of silver pollen, America is still struggling with how to recognize its sentient fruit population. Charles is just a normal guy working at a doughnut shop until an apple and a banana shoot each other in a mafia dispute, leaving a briefcase full of foreign currency and a specimen bucket at the corner booth. When Charles turns the wiseguys into doughnuts and steals their luggage, hoping for a better life for himself and his kiwi fruit girlfriend, he finds himself in the middle of a mafia war. As his girlfriend travels the DC metro area, selling off the contents of the bucket, Charles finds he is the target of a seasoned hit-tomato, who happens to be the biggest Michael Jackson fan who ever lived.
Talk about quirky! I just finished it and I'm more than a little confused. There's nothing bad about it, it just defies conventionality in all ways.
Ok, so there are fruits that walk aound like people, who lead regular lives and who even mate with humans. That's something that you have to ccept even before you begin reading, otherwise your head will fall off your neck and roll to the floor. There is quite a bunch of violence in the book, but it's so funny that it is barely gruesome.
The characters are all so quirky, so bizarre in so many ways, from a mafia of fruit, to a scone-eating fruit cop who likes to dress up as a meter-maid, that you'll find yourself blinking the pages away, waiting to see the maniacal goodies on the following chapters.
This book is not for everyone. You need to have a good sense of humor and a mind that tends to lean to the bizarre side. If that sounds like you, then jump into this crazy, fruit-filled world.
One thing I can assure you, you'll never look at doughnuts the same way again.