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| Pure nostalgia. |
Calling this story bizarre would be the understatement of the year. What do cults, veganism, a McDonald’s play structure, and Oliver from The Brady Bunch have in common? Honestly, nothing. But in the wonderfully warped imagination of Kevin Maloney, they collide in a way that somehow works—a fever dream of quirky absurdism that never quite spins out of control, but definitely swerves dangerously close to the edge.
Compared to Five Weddings, another Maloney story I read recently, this one feels even more zany. Maloney has this uncanny ability to make you laugh while simultaneously making you wonder, should I be laughing at this? And just when you think he can’t possibly take things further, he does. And then further still. There’s a fearless quality to his writing—he’s not afraid to push every scenario to its most ridiculous, uncomfortable, yet oddly satisfying conclusion. It’s the kind of storytelling that leaves you slightly bewildered, and already wondering what kind of bonkers ride he’s going to take you on next.
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