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- Publisher: Rooster Republic Press (March 24, 2015)
- Publication Date: March 24, 2015
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- Language: English
- ASIN: B00V5P50UY
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“Another eyeball, popped. Lips torn from gums. One mouthless trucker grips his guts, shoving them back into his hollow abdomen, sh#t and blood between his fingers. Her blade shatters ribs, blooming chest like a flower. Smell it.”
Yes, that’s the narrator telling you, dear reader, to smell it.
Once again, Jamie Grefe brings us nonstop, exploitation-style action and lurid violence with his latest novella, Domo ArigaDIE!!! Stylistically, this book is not unlike his earlier effort, The Mondo Vixen Massacre, a story that explores the same sort of sexed-up, ultraviolent, hyperreal territory. In both works, Grefe employs a narrative style characterized by fragmentary, clipped sentences and rhythmic bursts of visceral description that often border on the lyrical, the book’s form always feeding off and reflecting its content. Like the Mondo narrator, the narrator in Domo ArigaDIE!!! sometimes speaks in camera directions, utilizing the first person plural voice to zoom "us” into the action, a technique that accentuates the already cinematic presentation of the story.
Despite these stylistic similarities, Domo ArigaDIE!!! is its own unique tale. Instead of the family-man-cum-reluctant-hero of Mondo, here we have heroine Alodia Obelisk, a beyond-badass ninja assassin described as “the razordoll centerfold of your dreams.” And as if the mechanized sawblade katana Alodia wields wasn’t deadly enough, she has the psychokinetic power to blow people to bits with the mere chant of a mantra.
This was a fantastic read. If the idea of reading beautifully crafted prose to experience B-movie, sci-fi, sexploitative, grindhouse camp appeals to you, don’t miss this one.
Picture that last scene from the end of Kill Bill vol. 1 where the The Bride is chopping up the ‘Crazy 88’ and the music is awesome and it’s all bloody and hyper-cool. Yeah, that’s basically this entire book. OH, except add in some crazy cyberpunk lesbian robots and mind-control powers and Satanism and a (literal) buttload of bodily fluids and goofy jokes. THIS IS AWESOME.
Adding to that is Jamie Grefe’s writing style: it’s is poetic, but not jagged. It’s colorful, but not blinding. It’s full of imagery and life and DEATH and guts. This was the first long-form work of Grefe’s I’ve ever read and I was very impressed by both the flow of the story and the precision of the prose. He’s a very talented writer.
Now here’s a personal story about why I don’t own a copy of Domo ArigaDIE!!! anymore:
I was taking a train from Dallas to New York City and had to change trains in Chicago. I was tired and dirty and in a terrible mood. While waiting in line to be board the train, the guy in front of me asked where I was going. He had tattoos all over his neck and only one eye and he was carrying a stuffed black horse (whose name I found out later was Mack). He was very friendly, almost to the point where I thought there might’ve been something wrong with him. He even showed me his driver’s license. “You see that little star in the corner?” he said pointing to a star on it. “That’s because I’m a felon,” he laughed.
So my felon friend was nervous about riding on the train. He had never gone cross country before and to help assuage his fear, he was chatting up everyone around us. I found out the two Australian lesbians behind me were on a golf tour of America. I found out the little girl behind them has a cousin named Betty and Betty has a cat named Sparkle. I found out the purple-haired punk rock chick behind them was heading up to Boston to visit her family. And, in turn, all these people found out that I am a published author.
Now my one-eyed new friend starts rambling. “We’re taking this train to the moooooon!” “What’s up with all these Amish people?” “Is it hot in here and where did those birds come from? You think they’re getting on the train?” He then goes to use the payphone (a payphone?!?!) and when he comes back he’s holding $10 out to me.
“Hey man, I want to buy one of your books,” he says.
“I don’t have any on me, buddy, but you can find my stuff on Amazon and online….”
He looks down, dejected.
“Hey,” I say, reaching into my bag and pulling out the copy of Domo ArigaDIE!!! that I had finished reading just a few hours before, “You like crazy Japanese pinky violence exploitation movies? You can have this, if you want it.”
“Really man?” his eyes lit up. “Oh man, this is so great. Thank you! Thank you so much!!”
He took the book and couldn’t stop smiling. Soon after we boarded the train. I only saw him one more time after that, as he was getting off at his stop. He still had the book in his hands.
Interestingly enough, on my last long train ride, about 6 months before this, I made friends with an Englishman named Martin who was taking the same trip I was. About an hour before we parted ways, I gave him a copy of my book Stranger Danger. He read it to himself and chuckled in the seat behind me. I think I’m becoming the Johnny Appleseed of literature on trains…
This latest work is no different. Grefe seemed to spend a lot of time using the body as a sort of metaphor, including how it functions (human waste is more than just the body count in this book) Nudity, sex, limbs, decapitations; a badass female ninja assassin and an army of nude cyborg ninja babes. Some of the bodily-function humor distracted me, only because I don’t personally enjoy reading things that are funny, but it shouldn’t really matter to most readers (a matter of personal taste here). A highly-entertaining thrill ride. I’m a big fan of Grefe’s, and this is another one that did not disappoint. As a big fan of Japanese samurai and pinky violence films (sometimes the genres are combined), Grefe has on paper what I want in a book.