All righty then peoples, it is Friday time for some of that fun stuff that we all love so much. I am particularly happy about today’s book review for you all. Do you know why? Well, because unlike the last book, this one actually went through some kind of editing process. I cannot tell you how important that is when you have to read something. Editing really cleans up some messes that otherwise render a book nearly unreadable. So, if you are thinking about being some kind of online author or self published guru, get that thing edited by another pair of eyes. It will only help the thing.
The book in the hot seat today is Prime of Life, by P.D. Bekendam. This was his debut novel and it really wasn’t that bad at all. The premise of the story is from the first person point of view of a janitor at a retirement facility in California. He wasn’t always a janitor of course, before he took the job at Heritage Gardens retirement community he was a successful cardiothoracic surgeon in North Carolina. But he has been running from that life for three years. Now, instead of faulty tickers he deals with the mundane in and outs of cleaning the rooms of older folks. He has a pair of feuding old men to deal with, who are kind of reminiscent of a pair of protagonists in Dave Barry’s Tricky Business. He also deals with a man he calls the professor, he holds several doctorates and spends his time philosophizing but only wears mismatched neon colors. His boss, as most bosses are in the eyes of the employee, is a bumbling moron and there is even a hot lady podiatrist who shows some interest in him.
The book would be pretty good fare, but no real kicker if it weren’t for this. The guy is almost nuts. I mean complete bat s#%% crazy. He has a thing for prime numbers. They are not only important to him, they dictate and run his life. Beyond that, he hates zippers, thinks they are death traps, won’t make left hand turns or walk on checkered floors, hates the number four with an unhealthy passion and every time he has a problem his neuroses create some task for him that takes hours to complete under his strict prime rules.
Then his past catches up with him in about the most unlikely way from two different ways and he is forced to confront some of the reasons he went all schizo. It really is an interesting and funny read. I shall now excerpt it for you…
As I storm from the cafeteria, the first thought that enters my mind is that I need new shirts. My pants are fine, but my shirts are no good.
I head straight to my apartment. I don’t actually live within the boundaries of Heritage Gardens. My apartment is located in a small complex next door.
If I concentrate I can get from the cafeteria to my front door in 659 paces. I focus on this and succeed.
From my front door to my bedroom closet is another 11 (yes my apartment is quite small). From my closet to the outside garbage bin is 83-as long as I am careful. This time I nearly miss-step and take 84, but I stop short and toss all my no good shirts (all twelve of them) into the bin from a short distance away. As an afterthought, I also throw out the one I’m wearing.
My shirts were no good because it just occurred to me that they should have stripes. Not only should they be striped, but the number of stripes on each shirt should be prime. I shall find and purchase and equal number of shirts that fall into one of two categories: those with a prime number of vertical stripes, and those with a prime number of horizontal stripes. Furthermore, the different number of colors within each shirt must be prime, and none of the shirts can have been made in the Dominican Republic.
This task will likely occupy the remainder of my afternoon.
I personally recommend this book, it is a fairly good snickers bar for the brain as your average fiction goes.