This was written in 2013. I hesitated to read this because of the reviews. They weren’t bad but rather just different. I was afraid of falling out of love with one of my favourite writers. Well fear not, Dougie. You are still on my Valentine’s list. I. Loved. This. Book. While I would never, ever recommend this to the faint of heart or my mother’s book club due to, well, language, content and overall unappealing mental visuals, it was a subway book in spades. Raymond Gunt truly is the worst person ever. Self-serving to a fault. The protagonist’s ex-wife offers him a job as a B-unit cameraman working on a survival-style show in the south Pacific. After he finds the assistant he wishes to take along, hijinx ensue. Billy Elliot will never be the same.
I give this book 3.6 red plastic things out of 4.
317 pages – Random House Canada