FCT: Breakfast at Midnight - Louis Armand


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Breakfast at Midnight by Louis Armand

Kafkaville. Blake is a pornographer who photographs corpses. Ten years ago, a young man becomes a fugitive when a redhead disappears on a bridge in the rain. Now, at the turn of the millennium, another redhead has turned up in the morgue, and the fugitive can’t get the dead girl’s image out of his head. For Blake, it’s all a game — a funhouse where denial is the currency, deceit is the grand prize, and all doors lead to one destination: murder. In the psychological noir-scape of Kafkaville, the rain never stops, and redemption is just another betrayal away… 

I saw Nathan “N.R.” Gaddis’s review of The Combinations and might never read that 888 page hallucination, but I’ve read House of Leaves, damn it, and there has to be something better than that to sustain the fans of “Kafka's special brand of disorienting surrealism." (Michelle Bailat-Jones, Necessary Fiction) Perhaps Armond is that thing.

Honestly, I don’t know what I expected, but the story pulled me, like a train-wreck you can’t look away from, to re-employ an overused phrase, and the circuitous non-story will probably leave me unsatisfied in the end, but what the hell.

Like most books that one acquires and then tires of, I should probably read this sooner rather than later.

Verdict: to-be-read someday.

Pages: 163
Year: January 1st 2012
Publisher: Equus Press