As much as I love virulent, angry screeds against the assholery of racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, etc that plagues the world and acknowledge the importance of serious literature that directly tackles such things in a somber fashion, I really love it when someone just dives into taking the piss out of fuckheads. While I adore BLXPLTN and G.L.O.S.S., I get a huge kick out of bands like Neckbeard Deathcamp and Olivia Neutered John for aiming to make their targeted douchebag out to be the silly jackasses they are. So, of course, I jumped all over Kaspar Totmann's The Wypipo.
We all know about Barbeque Beckys and their ilk, these pallid cellphone-toting ladies seem to love calling the police on anyone with more than a decent tan that is publicly commiting the crime of existing, That's not even getting into the atrocious culinary crimes. Well, imagine the surprise of Officer Mary Reeve upon discovering, as Sam Jay has been known to point out on occasion, that they are aliens. Things get a little weird from then out.
There isn't a whole lotto say about the book that isn't covered by the blurb. It's a quick little stab at the one of the numerous silly atrocities that plague our current society, but it does so with tongue stuck firmly in cheek. Sure, the characters have little depth. Yup, the events aren't given much emotional impact. But, the prose runs fast and loose and the story kicks into high gear pretty much from the start and it made me giggle.
The Wypipo is fast, fun silliness with its aesthetic firmly in the realm of the grindhouse. It just also happens to the piss out of some of my favorite douchebags while doing so.
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