Monday, October 22, 2012

The Resurrectionists, by Michael Collins

I'd sort of have to classify Frank Cassidy as a loser.  But given his horrific childhood, and the beautiful monster he's married to, maybe that's what you should expect.  When his uncle Ward dies, Frank drives his messed up family to the Upper Peninsula in Michigan stealing cars and money in a desperation-laced effort to see if there is any inheritance to be had. Faking his credentials, he gets a job as a security guard at a college, and slowly comes to understand his past. The book has humor, horror, and thoughtfulness. I found myself being profoundly disappointed in Frank's spinelessness, even while liking him and his gentle loving relationship with his dinosaur-loving son, Ernie.

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