David Ohle, _The Pisstown Chaos_

ANOTHER INSTALLMENT IN Ohle's rendering of the post-apocalypse novel as farce, but without the startling sentences of Motorman, which made The Pisstown Chaos distinctly the less enjoyable of the two, for me. Zombies ("stinkers") play a more prominent role here, and Moldenke seems sadly diminished, à la Falstaff in Merry Wives, but the Reverend Hooker is a mad and diseased enough rogue to keep things interesting.

I skipped the second installment (The Age of Sinatra) and now feel somewhat less inclined to pick it up. I hope the syntactical gymnastics of Motorman make at least some appearance there.