Friday, September 5, 2014

REVIEW: The Mind is a Razorblade by Max Booth III

One of the most exciting things about indie authors and small presses in the scene today is that their fiction is allowed to be more original, more bold, more unique than anything being released by the big guys. As evidence, I present to you Mr. Max Booth III...

I'm a little late to the party when it comes to Booth's fiction. No matter, though, as I shall christen this month Max Booth III Month. What does that mean? Well, nothing, I just like making stuff up. However, a few cool things will be happening here at The Chronicler because of it. I'll review his novel Toxicity, I'll interview him, and the man himself will be stepping through our door to begin a series of guest blogs I am calling Pulp Survivor. Today, however, is all about Razorblade, his newest book. Let's have a look...

The Mind is a Razorblade will recall sci-fi neo-noir films like Dark City. If you like that sort of thing, you should go right now and buy this book. However, don't feel that you are going to be prepared for what is in store for you because of that comparison. You are not going to read another book in 2014 like this one.

Max Booth III takes you on a journey built with the stuff of your nightmares and injected with a triple dose of noir, sci-fi and the deepest, darkest comedy. From the first page — hell, the first sentence — Booth assaults your senses with paranoia, action, and terror and he never lets up. The Mind is a Razorblade is a novel about love, identity, spiders and demons — and it will kick your ass.

You will want to follow the main character to see what happens next to him. You'll feel sorry for the poor bastard as things just get wilder and wilder. Booth is a genre-blender, not content to be pigeonholed. This novel comes very highly recommended. If you like your fiction bold, different and fun, Max Booth III is your man and The Mind is a Razorblade is your book.

Go get it. Tell 'em I sent you.

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