The Pallbearer's Club by Paul Tremblay

 

Well. Almost two years ago I read a novel by Tremblay and thought it was really good stuff but there was a touch of PoMo that gave me pause. This novel is pretty much just that touch of PoMo, the novel being in the form of a memoir written by one character, with notes scribbled on it by another, the latter turns out to be something like a vampire, and she turns out to have destroyed the writer of the memoir entirely and in multiple ways. There, I've spared you the bother of struggling to read this distressingly boring novel, go and do something worthwhile with the time I've saved you.