Victor Gischler’s Blogpocalypse
(cyber home of an author-ish sort of guy)
Well this is frikkin eerie. When I was thinking about the name for this goddammed blog, I was really thinking of calling it Blogpocalypse. But two things stopped me:
2) The URL would have been too much for me to type, for other people to type, and I’d get sick of spelling it out to people.
But enough about me me me.
Victor Gischler is a writer I learned about from one of the most generous writers around, Ken Bruen. Bruen quoted Gischler’s books several times in his own novels and, I think, might have even had a character buying Gischler’s books. Well, anyone Bruen reads is someone I have to check out too.
And I’m damned glad I did!
Gischler does breathtaking, breakneck plotting of the kind that I don’t think has been done since the heyday of Cornell Woolrich. It’s truly amazing shit that will make you go dizzy! But while Woolrich’s work was always tinged with a sensitive melancholia, Gischler shares Bill Bryson‘s knack for going at things with all-out flat-out floor-the-pedal two-fisted gusto. It’s like taking a ride on a roller coaster designed by someone who’s totally and gleefully insane and wants you to share his crackpot state of mind. That Gischler is apparently sober and sane makes his work all the more remarkable!
After reading the work of Derek Raymond (and you damn well better!), you’ll want an exit from the gloom. Gischler is the way out. The way, way out!