This weekend I’ll be doing nothing but reading and resting. I still feel meh. Whatever it is that I’ve caught is still kicking my ass.
If you’re looking to join me in a mind fuck wrapped in existential dread served on a plate of “what the hell”
(Pun absolutely intended)
Then this will be it.
As a kid you were probably scared by your parents about Hell and you think you know it but you don’t.
So imagine this for a plot…
Mormon dude dies. Gets sent to Hell. Not because he was bad. Nope. Just because he picked the wrong religion.
Turns out Zoroastrianism was the correct lottery ticket to ever lasting life all along.
But this ain’t your grandma’s fire and brimstone torture chamber. This Hell is a library. A Library of Babel. Endless. Incomprehensible. Billions upon billions upon billions of books. Most just random character soup and our poor bastard protagonist has one job…
Find the book containing his life story, and he can leave.
Simple, right?
It just goes deeper and deeper.
I’m halfway through it and I don’t want to spoil it anymore but think of it this way.
Have you ever tried to conceptualise infinity?
This book is that in the wildest of fashions.
The way Steven L. Peck has written it is just superb. So if you wanna get lost in it, check it out.
Stephen Walker