Book #19: Fool

At this point I have very few Christopher Moore books left in my "need for a rainy day" stockpile. But if you happen to live on the East coast of the United States, specifically the Northeast, more specifically New York, you know that it has been raining almost non-stop for over two weeks (barring two days, which happened to coincide with my son's birthday party barbecue and my own. Thanks, Higher Being to be Named Later). Moore's on that short list of writers I love but don't don't devour everything right away, preferring to squirrel away books for those days where even when it's not physically raining, it feels like it, you know? The past two weeks have been a combination of the two (the physical raining and the, uh, mental one), so I busted out some Fool.

As much as I love Christopher Moore's books, there were some reservations with this one. Both my wife and a close friend - confirmed Moore fanatics - started the book only to leave it after about 40 pages saying it was "meh". Being a huge William Shakespeare nut, I was looking forward to it, but the "meh" lingered in the front of my mind as I opened the book.

Shame on me for buying into the "meh" - Fool is a wonderfully ribald take on Shakespeare's King Lear, told from the King's fool's perspective, and slightly (okay - mightily) amended to incorporate Moore's gift for slapstick, bawdy humor. There's dashes of other plays in here - the witches of MacBeth, a ghost in the vein of Hamlet - but the point of Fool isn't to adhere to the bones of the play, but to delight in the melodrama and plot intricacies that made the Bard so much fun, and subvert it by transforming it into a classic Christopher Moore story.

Nun shagging, love potions, ghost shagging, poisons, princess get the picture. Typical Moore goodness, and nothing to shy away from.