Attention-getting title, isn’t it?
Okay, so you’ve got two best friends, Hamza and Yehat, living in the center of a vibrant black community in Edmonton, Alberta. Yehat is a mad-genius inventor and confident horndog, Hamza is an intelligent would-be writer with an unexplained talent to find things, and who’s past has nailed him in place as a lowly dishwasher.
In the same city is a cult-like gang of violent social misfits, led by a brutal ex-football player in a scheme involving Norse mythology and a new drug that’s taking the place of crack cocaine: cream.
Into all of this strides Sheremnefer, a mysterious beauty with a hidden agenda, who sweeps Hamza off his feet with a smile and some well-timed Star Wars quotes, dragging him into a world of Egyptian mythology and lost magical artifacts.
Comic-book, TV, and movie references are brought up in every page, and many of the chapters start with a D&D character sheet with stats like “Armor Type: Tweed, ratty” and “Charisma: Steel or wooden, through windows, across rooms, into skulls, over spines and ribs”. There’s violence, sex, drug use, occasional misogyny, even some cannibalism, and the novel begins with the epilogue and ends with a prologue. It’s all a great big, splashy, over-the-top adventure story mess, and I think I’ve read the whole thing from cover-to-cover at least four times. I freakin’ love this book.