Let's face it, this cover fucking rules.
The book opens with a long list of things that fucking rule - including anarchy, riots and peewee girls football, and riots at pee wee girls football.
Our narrator is Artie Pendragon, a young man who epitomises teenage angst and anger. A well he might. His little sister is literally the epitome of evil, and the daughter of his uncle - thanks to a swingers party we're informed about, said uncle is now his step-dad after marrying his mom less than three months after his dad died in a riot at a pee-wee schoolgirl's football game.
As we're informed of this point Artie also tells us that crying isn't very anarchist and actually riots at pee wee schoolgirl's football matches fucking suck. they don't fucking rule.Thus ends chapter one.
Back home, the tv remote control - the excalibur 3000 doesn't work. Not that Artie has tried it, TV isn't anarchist. When he tries to rob the batteries out of it to help make a pipe bomb to blow up his school and all the kids that pick on him on a daily basis, he accidentally pushes a button and is sucked into the TV set along with his mum and uncle/new dad and his sister.
Merlin informs him that he is the king of TV land as the only person who can operate the Excalibur 3000. from then on in, things get weird. I would have been disappointed if they hadn't - with that cover on the book.
After his Uncle usurps his throne and his beautiful new wife, he has to go on a quest to find the holy grail in order to learn how to properly use the remote.
It's written in very short and snappy sentences for the whole novella. This does wear a bit thin in places. The repeated lines throughout the story just about stay as a fun stylistic thing and avoids tipping over into being an irritating feature.
I raced through this in a few hours. It's weird and bizarre fun. I will be ordering his other works as they look to be great litte cheat reads. Hardly great literature, but certainly great fun.
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