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God Clobbers Us All

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Poe Ballantine's writing breaks my heart. You'll catch yourself laughing at the little personal tragedies of his unique and vivid characters, and then sighing when you understand that life's never gonna be easy. In the end you may want to cry, feeling like you've lost your best friends. At least I did.

I can heartily recommend this book with no reservations. It's my opinion that Ballantine is one of the best writers of his generation: his prose style seems so simple and easy, which lets the reader get intimate with his characters. But at the same time the writing is very polished. It's chock full of keen observations from a writer's eye.

Go out and buy this one and then find an empty afternoon during which you can cozy up with a cup of tea and a blanket.

Big Pat Fillmore, the lonesome snorting alcoholic Blackfoot lesbian nurse's aide, who never shirks a chance at an adventure, is the unlikely best friend of Edgar Donahoe, cerebro-cool teen acidhead surfer of 1970's San Diego suburbia. God Clobbers Us All concerns itself with these two nurse's aides and how they deal with the emotional consequences of their accidental killing of a fellow worker. Within this framework is an excellent study of young people transformed by daily exposure to the verboten death and degeneration secrets of modern western society. "Chula sits close to me and nibbles my ear. Nurse's aides, in my experience, are the most sexually active group outside of nymphomaniacs, prostitutes, and meat packers. We also party hardier per capita than any other occupation, not only because we are poor and our futures are dull, but also because we see every night firsthand the terrible and heartbreaking things that are going to happen to us when we grow old." The novel, although it may appear to romanticize libertinism, is as good a text as any on the certain fate of the counterculture epicurean. It's also chilling testimony on the places where our worn out mothers and fathers are sent. This is a very fast read with a wonderful "feel" and many places to flex your laughing muscles. The prose is so effortless it's rather easy to sail over without registering any depth. Anyone accustomed to seeing Ballantine's tough, melancholy essays in The Sun, as I note in two languidly composed reviews below, might be better served by his outstanding essay collection, Things I Like About America.

Imagine Raymond Chandler's hero reincarnated in the mid-70s as a hapless teenage surfer more interested in scoring drugs and getting girls than in solving mysteries, and you've got "God Clobbers Us All." There is a mystery at the center of this book, but what's equally compelling is the world of Edgar Donahoe and his friends, who work as orderlies and aides in a nursing home where death is a mundane occurrence, and who escape their stagnant lives through any chemical and carnal means possible. Ballantine's plotting is fast-paced and engaging, and his snappy prose is full of over-the-top metaphors reminiscent of (or in tribute to) Chandler. Irreverent and often hilarious, this is a highly entertaining book from start to finish.

I have enjoyed reading Poe Ballantine's short stories in "The Sun" for years. First thing I do each month is look eagerly inside the front cover to see if his name is listed among the issue's authors.

But I expected better of his first novel. Sure, the evocative metaphors are there and the zany situations and the perfectly realistic, yet hilarious depictions of low-life behavior on and off the minimum wage job. The dialog among characters flows easily and naturally. And his use of first-person point-of-view plays well: the reader is always curious about the blend of fact and fiction.

But there's something important missing. When all is said and done, "God Clobbers Us All" is a great title still in search of a great novel to live up to it.

Ballantine's characters are, basically, stick figures; there is no dimension to them. The plot has potential but, by the time it is resolved, it's irrelevant. Any kind of theme? Missing in action.

So there it is, an enjoyable read but, ultimately, an empty one.

I have enough faith in Poe Ballantine to keep reading his work. Surely his best is yet to come.

This is a play in which the actors keep disappearing, (gone missing), while the set director dutifully keeps to his task of moving the scenery around, until no one is left. Still he is a really cool set director, someone like Robert Wilson maybe, (the structure of this novel should not disappoint anyone). The author has sense of humor, with pratfalls and pulling the rug out from under the audience; he distracts us from his Chandleresque task, to uncover San Diego, once know as America's Finest City, which is now America's most rotten city. It is the place Poe always warned us about, the place people go to dissipate away what little they have won from life. Here the best and the brightest immediately dive for the bottom, (to avoid the stench of rotting seaweed on the shore) with no hint, or promise that they will ever come up for air. Some are lost, but the rest arrive unsullied. Truthfullness remains the one salient feature of this story, and a promise of something thereafter.

I am a big Poe Ballentine fan. His nonfiction is not always inspiring, but that's the way life goes sometimes, especially in Bellentine's self-imposed exile life style in his formative early years. In fiction, a writer can choose to inject a bit of optimism, which Ballentine chooses not to do in his plot. His writing is as clever, edgy and funny as always - which alone is worth the price of admission. Great supporting characters - especially the jilted lover and his best friend. But the self-destructive bent they all have does not result in any helpful insight or results. I was a little disappointed in this fact, but not surprised. I predict the movie script - if it is ever produced- will engineer at least a hopeful ending.

I'm a big Poe Ballantine fan, what can I say? Check out more writing in his genre in The Sun magazine (and it has NO ads!)

Say this for Poe Ballantine: His characters are youthful misfits, but they grapple with big questions. Their chaotic lives tend toward something, but the characters themselves don't necessarily understand toward what. Ballantine's affection and sympathy for them are evident in every line. His friends could be your friends. You will enjoy their company, and you will miss them after finishing the book.

In God Clobbers us All, young, inexperienced Edgar undergoes numerous life-changing events that lead to a no-holds-barred life of illicit drugs, alcohol, and sexual relationships. Those who grew up in the 1970's will find Ballantine's descriptions strikingly accurate and often hilarious.

Poe Ballentine is one of my favorite authors of nonfiction or short stories, but I he fell short of my perhaps elevated expections with this first novel. The characters and situations are intriquing, however, and I would recommend this as a good read for those familiar with Ballentine's work or anyone interested in an off-beat description of life on the fringe.