Mr. Wheen (read his book, and you’ll see why he rates a “Mr.” in mine) is smart, sharp, skeptical and a dab hand with words. Making this the sort of book you can almost shave with.
It certainly wakes you up, but not with the soul-jarring crudity of a wet dog’s nose nuzzling your foot on a winter morning. No. This is much more insidious. Like the slow, sphincter-clenching wake-up call associated with a mother-in-law visiting for the weekend.
You know that little voice inside of you? The one that nags you about not being more disturbed by things polite society considers disturbing?
Strangle it before you start reading Preacher.
Funny. Violent. Sexy. And mostly, all three at the same time. Good enough to re-read multiple times. Unfortunately I have a strong bias against cinematic adaptations of books I like, so it took me about 5 seconds of watching the newly minted AMC version, before shutting off the TV.