John Dies at the End (Paperback)
|Author: David Wong|
|David Wong has updated the Lovecraft tradition and infused it with humor that rather than lessening the horror, increases it dramatically. Engaging, comic, and terrifying.--Joe Garden, Features Editor, "The Onion."|
From the Publisher:
You should not have touched this book with your bare hands.
NO, don’t put it down. It’s too late.
They’re watching you.
My name is David Wong. My best friend is John. Those names are fake. You might want to change yours.
You may not want to know about the things you’ll read on these pages, about the sauce, about Korrok, about the invasion, and the future. But it’s too late. You touched the book. You’re in the game. You’re under the eye.
The only defense is knowledge. You need to read this book, to the end. Even the part with the bratwurst. Why? You just have to trust me.
The important thing is this:
The drug is called Soy Sauce and it gives users a window into another dimension.
John and I never had the chance to say no.
You still do.
Unfortunately for us, if you make the right choice, we’ll have a much harder time explaining how to fight off the otherworldly invasion currently threatening to enslave humanity.
I’m sorry to have involved you in this, I really am. But as you read about these terrible events and the very dark epoch the world is about to enter as a result, it is crucial you keep one thing in mind:
None of this is was my fault.
Like a resilient zombie, David Wong's debut novel keeps reappearing, and it seems to gain strength with every resurrection. Originally published online in serial form, JOHN DIES AT THE END stirred up a word-of-mouth tidal wave, and eventually found its way into print from tiny Permuted Press, which specializes in apocalyptic zombie thrillers. Readers soon began devouring copies of the book like the undead at a brain banquet, until it finally caught the attention of the major publishers. In this extravaganza of hallucinatory mayhem, a video store clerk (Wong) and his pal (John) try to determine whether the grotesque creatures they keep encountering are harbingers of the apocalypse or leftover delirium from a dose of high-powered drugs they each ingested. Either way, the pickled pair of protagonists see no reason to deviate from their standard practice of guzzling buckets of beer and trying to top each other's penis jokes in this splattered fix of gore and giggles.