This was the perfect book to bring to the beach a couple weekends ago. I could read a chapter, yell at my kids, read another chapter, chat with my mom, pick it back up and never lose the plot. It was simple and fun.
“Religion was supposed to be a matter of faith. Gods were not supposed to jump on your desk and snarl at you. They weren’t supposed to sit in your office smoking cigarettes. God’s didn’t do anything. They were supposed to ignore you and let you suffer and die having never known whether your religion was a waste of time.”
Samson Hunts Alone changed his name and abandoned his Native America roots at the age of 15, fleeing his Montana reservation after an altercation with a police offer. Now he’s sleazy insurance salesman Sam Hunter, living a successful and boring life in Santa Barbara. That is, until Coyote (yeah, the god) catches up with him and basically ruins every part of his life.
It’s great fun, and I loved Coyote, who’s basically an unrepentant asshole. Moore recounts various Coyote myths at the ends of the chapters, reminding me of Cory O’Brien’s Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes: A No-Bullshit Guide to World Mythology. The women in Christopher Moore novels tend towards the underdeveloped, personality-wise, but still manage to kick a little ass every time.