book reviews
Anthony Neil Smith
Psychosomatic
(Point Blank)
There’s blood on every page. Unlike Hollywood’s take on crime, there is an underlying sense of reality. Maybe it’s the chubby protagonist playing a wise-guy. Maybe it’s the wheelchair-bound vixen without arm’s or legs. The character’s personalities prove more engaging than a jacked Schwarzenegger posing as a middle class banker pushed to the edge. And, perhaps, this rationalizes the violence that ensues as being more than shock value. Beneath the gore of Psychosomatic is a writer whose display of violence could be a ticker-tape of the absurdity that is the five o’clock news.
Eric Obenauf
