I’m certainly a big fan of dark humor and I’m guessing so is Stephen Graham Jones.
“What the heck did I just read” was my initial reaction to finishing this novel . . . but in mostly a good way.
For me, this story within a story seems to be in a genre of its very own, filled with echoes from the dusty yet sacred aisles of movie rental past.
Luckily for readers like me, My Heart Is A Chainsaw does not always take itself too seriously, cleverly name dropping a steady stream of film and entertainment references (and not all necessarily of the horror/ slasher variety) along the way.
This book had me, lost me, and found me again . . . so if you find your interest lukewarm and steadily waning mid-way, it does eventually pick back up.
Overall if you are looking to take a long and unusual jaunt through some late-night art house fun, this one will meander through the darkness like a carnival ride, it takes you to and fro and around a bend or two . . . you’re bound to enjoy this one and not likely to guess the destination.
I’d like to thank the author, NetGalley, and Saga Press for allowing me to read an advanced copy of My Heart Is A Chainsaw for an honest review.
