Written by the Canadian author who coined such terms as 'McJob' and (if I'm not mistaken) 'generation X', Hey, Nostradamus! likes to think that it's about a Columbine-like high school shooting in Vancouver, but really, it's so much more.
In fact, aside from the first section, the shooting was hardly referenced. (This section is written from the perspective of Cheryl, the final victim of a dozen or so kids massacred who communicates from somewhere beyond the empirical world; this part kind of bugged me, because it's so, I don't know, sketchy having a post-humous narrative, but DC did a well enough job with it). So then what the hell is the book about, if not military like shootings?
I'll tell you...
The search for God. The dangers of religious fundamentalism. The overwhelming presence of evil in this world. Sadness. Family. Making amends.
Written from four different perspectives, the novel concludes with the confessions of Reg, would-be religious zealot and father to Jason, a son he rode hard who was at the high school during the shootings. Sometimes funny, definately thought provoking, but did it come together?
Yes, definately. Part one seemed a bit fluffy, but looking back, it makes sense. Once the ball got rolling in the middle of the second section, the one 'authored' by Jason, it didn't stop.
The verdict?
:4stars: and half.
"God is nowhere. God is now here."
In fact, aside from the first section, the shooting was hardly referenced. (This section is written from the perspective of Cheryl, the final victim of a dozen or so kids massacred who communicates from somewhere beyond the empirical world; this part kind of bugged me, because it's so, I don't know, sketchy having a post-humous narrative, but DC did a well enough job with it). So then what the hell is the book about, if not military like shootings?
I'll tell you...
The search for God. The dangers of religious fundamentalism. The overwhelming presence of evil in this world. Sadness. Family. Making amends.
Written from four different perspectives, the novel concludes with the confessions of Reg, would-be religious zealot and father to Jason, a son he rode hard who was at the high school during the shootings. Sometimes funny, definately thought provoking, but did it come together?
Yes, definately. Part one seemed a bit fluffy, but looking back, it makes sense. Once the ball got rolling in the middle of the second section, the one 'authored' by Jason, it didn't stop.
The verdict?
:4stars: and half.
"God is nowhere. God is now here."