In the wee hours of this morning, I finished Leather to the Corinthians, by Tom Lucas. I fell asleep thinking, “how in Big J’s name am I going to review something like this?” It was unlike any other book I have ever read: fresh, raw, daring, and different (with a Stanley Cup reference). As I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts turned to some of the punk bands I discovered when I was a kid. Oh how I loved introducing my buds to new bands. That was our thing: we discovered bands and then showed them off.
This is exactly how I feel about Tom Lucas’s novel – it’s like I found a new record that I’m eager to share. If it fit into a genre, for me, it would be literary punk rock. And it is good, damn good. Don’t be fooled by the use of words like raw, daring, and different – true, these characteristics made me work a little bit, but it was well worth it. This book was laugh-in-my-sleepy-time-tea funny (literally and figuratively), imaginative, and more than anything, thought provoking.
Yes, there are more than a few explicit scenes (an apocalyptic loss of virginity had me really thinking), raving interludes, and a whole lot of death and destruction. But if I learned anything from Tom Lucas, we can’t take life too seriously and sometimes it’s okay to sit back and laugh at the mess we have created. Tom Lucas wrote one heck of a book, I am so happy to have discovered it. I feel like a kid again, ready to show this book off to my friends and thirsty for more. Now if I could only find my Fugazi shirt and Nofx hoodie…
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