Book #7 – Body Rides by Richard Laymon
What a mess of a book.
I’m a fan of Laymon. I know that his works are not great literature. They contain large amounts of sex and violence, and that’s part of their charm. Laymon’s books are a guilty pleasure, a big bag of thin-cut potato chips that are fun going down and leave you feeling a little sick and greasy when you’re done. Usually.
Body Rides starts with a semi-interesting concept (a magic bracelet that allows one’s spirit to enter the body of another), but doesn’t do anything meaningful with it. Then we’re introduced to a character and sub-plot–involving a long rode trip–and doesn’t do much with that either. It’s sort of like a very long and-then-this-happened without structure. Granted, that is how life is, but fiction should have a little more overall…plot. The back of the Leisure Book edition says "Author’s restored version!" I wonder if the non-restored version is better. Or at least shorter.
Windy, tiring day. I played disc at noon, but underdressed. I was fine while I played, but waiting for the bus was cold and uncomfortable. I got back home and was really tired. I should have napped then, but I stayed awake until Eric got home and we had dinner. Feeling better now. I should get some work done.
Been watching Dead Like Me via Netflix. Interesting little show.