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Lux the Poet

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It's about a fairly self centered young man, and set during a riot...

I can't say much more without having to explain, re-explain, and then explain new stuff that I mentioned in the previous explanations.

Let's just say that it moves at a break-neck speed, is friggin' funny, and absolutely worth a read.

After seeing a negative review of Millar's 'Lonely Werewolf Girl' I feel that it's important that I also say that this is a comedy. It's not serious, you aren't going to find any heart-rending poems, etc.

Warning, there's some violence, sex, and drug use...also a scientist who does 'foetus experiments.' ...buy it for yourself, not for your kids. If they need a book, get "Graveyard Book" by Gaiman.

LUX THE POET, by British author Martin Millar, offers a fun, eccentric story of a poet in search of eternal fame and fortune.

As Lux searches a Brixton riot for Pearl - the lesbian love of his life - he meets the resistance of those he has wronged while avoiding the brutality going on around him.

Lux's positive attitude of eternal optimism and vanity make this book an enjoyable read. However, this story would not be complete without the escapades of Lux's past lives. We learn more of his antics through the eyes of an angel who has been misjudged and sent to earth to complete a million acts of kindness, only to be foiled by her nemesis, an angel who revels in evil-doing.

It was these stories that give the book depth and make Lux an enjoyable character.

There are moments in this book that make it more suitable for an adult audience because of its crude nature; although fleeting, it would still be inappropriate for a younger audience. But it is this mix of oddities that makes the book an entertaining and witty novel.

Reviewed by: LaLeesha Haynes

i loved the fairies of new york and the lonely werewolf girl, but this book seemed very tedious and impossible to get into. all the fun of the previous books is gone and the language seemed labored. i couldn't even finish it. it was very disappointing because especially the fairies of new new was so fresh and entertaining.

Plot Summary: Lux is a young man, a poet, and in search of his love, Pearl, during an evening of violent riots in Brixton. Pearl is a lesbian, an aspiring filmmaker, and her home was just burned by a molotov cocktail. Pearl is dragging her catatonic lover, Nicky, to safety through the mobs, along with the lone copy of her film. A fallen angel, Kalia, must do one million good deeds to earn her way back into heaven, and she helps Lux on his strange quest to recite poetry, evade angry thrash metal musicians, and find the one woman who cannot stand him. That's not true, no woman can stand Lux, but his delusions know no bounds.

I experienced this book much like an alien doing a rectal probe on a human specimen; curiosity propelled me forward without any real understanding of how it all worked. I was expecting insane, off-the-wall characters and plotting, and I got it by the bushel load, but what I didn't get was a single smile, snort, or laugh out of the entire book. I'm seriously baffled right now.

Even when I realized early on that this was not my typical kind of read, I settled back hoping to get in a few chuckles (I need the exercise), but if this is funny, it just doesn't speak to me. Judging by the enthusiastic reviews I've read, Martin Millar has quite a following, so I'm going to assume that the problem rests on my shoulders. Geez, am I really too conventional to appreciate this kind of humor? That's just depressing.

Lux is a big ball of narcissistic, ignorant, impulses squeezed into a short male body with an effeminate face. In the course of this book he steals KY lubricant (for his hair), an ant hill of cocaine (up his nose), a sorry band's demo tapes (to spare society), and a novelist's only copy of her latest manuscript (which he `edits'). It sounds so hilarious now, I don't know how I was able to read it all with a straight face. I guess it's official. A bug has crawled up my butt and died, and nothing will ever be funny again.

It would be nonsense to try an summarise the plot. All I can say is that this is probably the funniest book I have ever read. I say 'probably' because there is also "Milk, Sulfate and Alby Starvation" by the same author. Trust me on that and get that book!