Sunday Salon: Jeff Povey, The Serial Killers Club
Much of today was spent at Rebecca's birthday party, so no reading done, but I did manage to post a review of the rather odd book that I finished last night. Certainly a strange one, but not all bad. It may appeal to the serial killer side of you.
Rebecca's party, meanwhile, seems to have been a hit: the girls got their hair done and, well, there were accompanying activities. This is a big year because Rebecca actually has a birthday, something she experiences only once every four years....
Warner Books © 2006, 303 pages
The plot of Jeff Povey's The Serial Killers Club is ridiculous. Our protagonist, targeted as the next victim of serial killer "Grandfather-of-Barney," winds up killing the murderer himself in self defense. Then, rather than calling the police like any normal person would do, he gets rid of the body and, posing as the killer, answers an invitation he finds in GOB's wallet to join an exclusive club--for serial killers only, because even mass murderers need to relax with their peers now and then. The club's members, who adopt the names of old film stars, meet in a public restaurant and tell funny stories about their recent slayings over dinner. (As luck would have it, their regular waitress--who apparently never needs the night off--is deaf.) Our faux killer, who adopts the name Douglas Fairbanks, Jr., finds that he likes the club so much that, yes, he'd kill to keep his membership.
Posted by Debra Hamel on February 24, 2008 | 
