Life, sliced into tiny moments. Cason Cole beneath a shattered door. Smells: eggy gunpowder smoke, rose petals, sweat, sex. Sounds: someone screaming. Another someone gurgling. Older wounds—the ghosts of injuries from fights long over—stir restless beneath his skin, above his bones, within his joints. Cason sits there in the hallway. It looks like a little remote control dune buggy.
Its toy engine goes vvvvzzzz as it bolts down the length of the hallway, over the literally spit-polished heart pine floor. Cason stands. The car is headed around the hallway toward E. For a half-second Cason entertains the idea of just letting it play out—letting the car thump against the closed door of E. And maybe, just maybe, Aiden will learn the nature of cause-and-effect. Things we do in this life have consequence, a fact that seems to have escaped him and his brother so far. When E. But that leaves you dead anyway. Or whimsical malice. Wheels spinning against his forearm, antenna almost jabbing him in the eye.
Bag dangling. But then the hallway shimmers. Like everything is suddenly a sheet of foil or a sequined dress rippling in a wind. The humidity in the room jacks up by a hundred per cent. The door unlocks and opens and Cason feels perfumed breath hit his neck, crawl up his nose—the smell of roses. Cason turns. Behind E. Then, the smell: sweat and sex and latex and lubricant.
Commingling in their own orgy of odors. We were just about to see if it would fit! Cason offers a feeble nod, hands over the car—and there, as E. But no.
Holds it up and stares at it, lip in a sneer, brow in a quizzical knit—as if turning it one way makes it junk, and turning it the other way makes it art. He shakes the bag, and what emanates sounds like metal chips or stone pieces rattling together. Then the man-who-is-most-certainly-not-a-man turns and goes back inside, carrying both the RC car and the bag that was attached to it.
And when he leaves it feels like a bag has been put back over your head, like cataracts have been thumb-pressed upon your eyes. The woman laughs. Then cries out in some measure of pleasure that turns to pain—and then back to pleasure again. He pushes through it. Staggering, dizzy, into E. He shines it back and forth, a lighthouse beacon in the mist. His hands are steepled over his cock and a low gurgle comes from the back of his throat. Blood runs to the floor in little black rivulets, pooling under his asscheeks.
The story is entertaining, not only fast, fluid and quite violent in places but quite addictive too. The idea of such powerful beings walking the Earth is cleverly executed and Wendig provides a powerful introduction to the series. As with all the authors works however it is a book for adult eyes only and as ever he doesn't pull his punches, with graphic descriptions from the very start. If you don't like bad language, sex or violence in the books you read then Chuck Wendig isn't for you.
Unclean Spirits is a great start to a promising series and I can't think of a more talented author to launch a shared universe. It will be intriguing to see where the series takes us next.
Written on 30th May by Ant. Prev previous review. Chuck Wendig. You save those you love and screw the strings attached. There were some bastard strings attached to this deal, but at least his family was safe. Cason gets a lucky break when someone blows up his boss, which he thinks allows him to go back to his family. He thought that the deal was done, the strings cut.
Far from it for the poor man, his torture was only starting. The gods has been evicted from their respective pantheons and are living with us normal people on earth. Some of them just get on with life as it were, while others manipulate humans to their own ends. I'd like to think that humanity has rubbed off on them after their time here, since the petty squabbles and mistakes they make are quite human at the end of the day.
They aren't omni-cognisant or omnipresent, but they are still the scariest thing you'll ever meet by a country mile. A pissed off god is not to be trifled with. Unclean Spirits is definitely not for the YA crowd, seeing as language use is quite, shall we say spicy? The violence present in the novel is also pretty graphic, but done in typical Wendig style. It's dirty, desperate and hilarious in equal measure.
It fits in with the story damn well, seeing if this ever happened to me I would be running around cursing, screaming and peeing myself for the majority of the story. And whimpering. Lots of curling into a ball and whimpering. Most of the gods are bastards, manipulating events and Cason to their own ends.
Many a time he thinks he's doing the right thing, only to realise later on that he was being lead around by the nose. Cason isn't a quitter and he bulldozes his way through most of the problems he faces. He takes some hits along the way and as the plot around him becomes clearer, he's still his own man.
For someone who has been put through the meat grinder by damn gods, this is admirable and you cannot help but cheer the man on. Is this book the same as Gaiman's American Gods? The premise is the same with gods running around all over the place, but that's about it. Wendig's gods are foul mouthed, meaner and petty for the most part. Infected with humanity if it makes sense. It makes them more fun to read seeing as they scheme to cheat each other more than they try cheating humanity.
Unclean Spirits was a fun novel to read. The pacing is fast and never lets up.
The action is wall to wall awesome and there were enough humorous parts to lighten it up and lift the story. As a quick jaunt into urban fantasy filled with gods and drama, this was awesome. May 10, Tobin Elliott rated it really liked it Shelves: fiction , horror , hard-copy. This is the last of the Wendig novels I purchased when he made his way to Toronto.
It's very much everything I've expected from a Wendig novel: interesting characters, snappy dialogue, laugh-out-loud descriptions, lots of over-the-top action, and some interesting twists that aren't entirely unexpected, but fun nonetheless. And in this one, Wendig literally has all the gods to play with.
That's kinda fun. Not much to say, other than I really enjoyed this, devoured it in three hundred-page gulps. Feb 09, NerdyBookishBeauty rated it did not like it. Actual Rating: 3. RC car bombs, walking lumps of scar tissue with a fondness for blowing things up, and unicorns that looked like they were made of every burning and angry thing that hell ever spat out. Every crazy thing got topped by another crazier thing. But really, what else should I have expected from a book about a man who is attempting to seek revenge on just about every god that has ever prowled the earth?
Chuck Wendig's voice in this is like stale cigarette smoke, motor oil, and gravel.
Its heavy and raw and does not fail, even once, to dish out the gory details. Every character fails, missteps, makes impulse choices, at times even the gods do as well. It makes it easy to melt into the story and the world he has created.
My only two grievances with this book are somewhat trivial. The story is written in present tense, which always takes me a while to acclimate myself to and can make the initial chapters a little tedious to settle into. The other is the end.
Commingling in their own orgy of odors. The graphic scenes, the adult content, the swearing, the excessive violence Goddesses and Gods playing a long game and Cason Cole is a human caught in the middle. Again, it's like a video game giving you some additional, downloadable side adventure. Character wise, the gods prrfect. Lists with This Book.
Not story wise- the ending is a massive cliffhanger that means I will be waiting like a madman for the next installment, but with the pacing. I came to the end and had no idea that I had. The buildup seemed to be missing just a few beats there at the end and it's left me feeling a very very mild dissatisfaction. Mild enough that it in no way mars my opinion of this book.
Its freaking great. I would happily suggest this to anyone with an interest in ancient gods, unfettered violence, or even just huge taxi drivers named Tundu. Here we have Carson a bodyguard who finds that the stories of the gods are not made up fairy tales after all and now he needs to find out what they want with him and try and get his family back.
In this one the gods are the ones pulling the strings for a change, which was also interesting.
Hahahahahaha I have to write a review for this? Are you serious? I have no idea how to do that. It's like Wendig went, "Okay, so you know American Gods? Like that, but dial up the weirdness. I've described this as American Gods but weirder, and I think that's relatively accurate. Essentially Wendig has created a Hahahahahaha I have to write a review for this?
Essentially Wendig has created a world where gods of all pantheons are hanging out on earth after being cast out of their various heavens and otherworlds by 'the Usurper', and now they're causing trouble and manipulating mortals or at least, people who think they're mortals. Caught up in all of this is Cason. He first encountered the gods after a man told him he could save his wife and child from burning to death in a car.
They're alive, but they've been enchanted so that whenever he comes near them they try to kill him, which isn't ideal. Then he spent several years working for Eros, whom he hated. Eros is murdered in the first chapter, and several other vengeful gods including Psyche come after him, thinking he did the deed. And it spirals from there. This isn't a book you'll enjoy if you don't like Chuck Wendig's writing style, because it's a very Wendig book. I've only read a handful of his other novels, but I read his blog regularly, and this had many of the same linguistic hallmarks.
There are choppy sentences. Bizarre descriptions and metaphors that make you choke-laugh with surprise. A good dollop of profanity. For the most part, I enjoyed the writing style. I like descriptions that are unexpected, because they blow the cobwebs off language and get rid of cliches. I felt like Chuck Wendig's similes were somehow more honest than more conventional descriptions. That said, it took me a while to settle into the choppy sentence structures, and there were also a few things I didn't like -- such as the apparent need to describe every female character's nipples and what direction they were pointing in.
I mean, really? Does anyone care that much about nipples? Throughout the book as a whole I was definitely less keen on Wendig's portrayal of female characters here compared to some of his other books. This is a reprint of a book that's a few years old, so maybe that's a sign that he's matured as a writer, or maybe this one just happens to be told from the perspectives of sex-obsessed male characters, I'm not sure. I've said that this book was weird and it's hard to explain exactly what I mean by that, but One of the major plotlines is that a trickster god's detachable semi-autonomous penis gets stolen, and he's trying to get it back.
That's the kind of level of strange we're dealing with. And I have to say, that part wasn't my favourite; I'm not a fan of disembodied genitalia, or indeed, any other kind of genitalia. Generally speaking, I liked the first half of the book better than the second. The first half was weird and full of random pagan gods turning up and I liked trying to guess who they were before their names were revealed and I was enjoying the weird metaphors.
Then, in the second half, the focus became a little bit more on Coyote's obsession with finding his penis and indeed, his dick obsession in general. And that was also when the Celtic gods came into it. I know what you're thinking. That should've been the part I liked! I like Celtic stuff! But here's the thing: I am extremely wary of any portrayals of Celtic 'mythology' because the truth is, you cannot reconstruct a pre-Christian pantheon from the evidence we have, because they're all written in a Christian context.
Folks like Cernunnos, who we know virtually nothing about barring, like, one inscription and a handful of carvings But the use of literary characters to represent mythological figures tends to get my hackles up. So that's where I'm coming from with any book that involves Celtic gods in any sense, and I also strongly disagreed with some of Wendig's characterisation choices there, so there was that.
Plus I wasn't comfortable with his decision to have a single 'Celtic' pantheon that included both Irish and Welsh figures, because the two aren't actually the same thing. But I liked Cernunnos. He was badass. Now, obviously, many of the other gods featured were probably drastic oversimplifications that people who know about those gods would have disagreed with; I just only really have opinions on the Celtic ones.
Anyway, I began to enjoy the book significantly less once its key focuses were a dicks, which I'm not interested in, and b Celtic gods, whose characterisation I disagreed with. It also took a slightly weird theological turn. I think the difference between this and American Gods -- not that it's really fair to compare them -- is that American Gods has a built-in reason for why you might disagree with the characterisation of gods: because they're only one version of those figures, created by the beliefs of those who brought them to America.
That gives plenty of wiggle room to disagree, and makes the book more enjoyable as a result. This, though, has the gods as singular representations, which is less flexible. Anyway, that's not to say I didn't enjoy it; like I said, I found the writing style really refreshing, and I felt like Wendig's use of language was one of the book's strengths.
It also wasn't a short book, and yet I found myself racing through it even when I was supposed to be doing other things -- definitely a compelling read. But I enjoyed the first half considerably more than the second, and that shift is why it's only getting three stars instead of four. Finished reading: January 30th "Hope, a mirage in the desert, a curtain of vapor forming for us an image of that which we most sincerly desire.
Hope is not an oasis but rather, a trap. Thank you! And this Finished reading: January 30th "Hope, a mirage in the desert, a curtain of vapor forming for us an image of that which we most sincerly desire. And this had a big influence on the lowish rating. Unclean Spirits definitely feels written for the more 'macho' male readers who like a lot of action, graphic scenes, violence, swearing and adult content in general.
And it showed. This has more to do with me not being the target group than the story itself being a bad one, but trigger warnings are definitely in place here. Due to the general tone and wrong target group, I had a really hard time connecting to the characters as well, but I guess this is understandable being in my situation and all.
I do have to say I loved the whole mythology angle and this was what saved Unclean Spirits for me. The urban fantasy genre shows and the mix of real world and supernatural is quite balanced. Mythology played a role throughout the story and I liked how many different gods and religions were incorporated. The plot itself had a lot of potential as well. So if you think you are the right target group for Unclean Spirits , you will probably have a heck of a ride waiting for you.
Unfortunately I couldn't bring myself to read past the first chapter and therefore cannot give a proper opinion of it There was simply zero connection between the writing style and me and I couldn't bear to keep reading. Since the writing style in Unclean Spirits was one of the few things that made me keep going and not DNF it. Cason Cole had his whole life turned upside down five years ago when he not only lost his wife and son, but was forced to work for a man who holds nothing dear and respects no law.
Five years later, somehow his boss ends up dying at his feet, and Cason thinks he is finally free But this doesn't turn out to be true. He gets the shock of his life as he is told that gods and goddesses are real and they are not exactly playing nice.
Will he find a way to free himself and be with his wife and son again? Things are not going to be easy Completely wrong target group or not, I do have to agree the whole mythology angle is quite fascinating. It's one of the reasons I actually made it to the end of Unclean Spirits Because it painfully showed just how much this story just wasn't for me. The graphic scenes, the adult content, the swearing, the excessive violence It was all just too much and distracted from a plot with quite some potential. Don't get me wrong though, because I have the feeling the right target group will probably have a way more positive experience.
Find more of my reviews here. When the Christian God kicked them all out of Heaven, the gods were all exiled to Earth, where they use humans as their toys to manipulate as they choose. Cason Cole is a former MMA fighter with a beautiful wife and young son he adores. In the aftermath of a car accident that burned his wife and son alive, time is stopped and a figure If you're a fan of mythology, be it Greek, Norse, Hindu, Native American, etc, I have a heads-up for you.
In the aftermath of a car accident that burned his wife and son alive, time is stopped and a figure offers Cason a deal;; your family will survive with no injury if you serve me. Guess what? Cason took the deal. That's what love is all about.