The King of Eyes is dead. Long live the King. The Grudge just ain't what she used to be. In the aftermath of a bloody mob war, the city is without a kingpin, but not short of hoods spoiling to claim the title. Into the fray steps Lieutenant Sternhammer, of the reviled and corrupt Grudgehaven Police Department. His mission: rebuild the reputation of his fellow cops and re-eThe King of Eyes is dead. Long live the King. The Grudge just ain't what she used to be. In the aftermath of a bloody mob war, the city is without a kingpin, but not short of hoods spoiling to claim the title. Into the fray steps Lieutenant Sternhammer, of the reviled and corrupt Grudgehaven Police Department. His mission: rebuild the reputation of his fellow cops and re-establish their dominance in the eyes of the public. His target: the cunning and ruthless gangster, Chupa Junior. His battleground: Chupatown, the worst slum in the city. No easy task, even without all those other little complications, like headless jazz musicians, duplicitous pimps, a serial killer targeting gold-hearted women and whatever strange, powerful mystery lurks within the bowels of... PETROLEUM PRECINCT...
|Title||:||Petroleum Precinct: Grudge Punk 2|
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Petroleum Precinct: Grudge Punk 2 Reviews
Note:The stuff in italics is some mini-fiction I wrote up myself. These writings are in no way illustrative of John McNee's writing, which is of a much higher order. The review for the book itself can be found sandwiched in between the two italic parts. You may skip over my italicized self-indulgent fan fiction without any risk of missing any information on the book Petroleum Precinct: Grudge Punk 2. ____________The Cheshire Cat lay quietly purring in the grass among the singing flowers. The sky emitted its familiar shades of violet and green, a family of seahorses slid down the rainbow. All was well in Wonderland. The curious cat was dreaming of the little girl he had met many years ago, attending a tea party and having quite a good time. The clinking and clanking of tea cups and trays, some idle chatter, the flowers' song, it all came together in a mesmerizing sound with his own soft purr as the baseline. Aah, to dream so sweetly. His purr grew louder as the enjoyment reached a crescendo, until he awakened and realized it was not his own hum he was hearing. He climbed a tree and pricked up his ears to locate the source, then floated off his branch and glided towards the sound. A little disc on wheels was whirring through the forest, sucking up small pebbles and spitting them out as oily black marbles. The cat followed the peculiar device as it shot through the woods and on towards the river. On the river bank, the Cheshire Cat lost track of the little robot but saw a black rock on the bottom of the riverbed. The rock had the same shine as the trail of black marbles leading up to it and the cat, intrigued and undeterred by the water, made his head vanish in a pink cloud, leaving the body behind on the dry grass. Examining the black mass more closely he saw that it was not a rock, but a deep, dark tunnel with walls made of billions of oily pebbles. The cat was just about to poof back to his body when a tremendous force sucked him in the hole, sending him downward, tumbling and fumbling for a grip, which was an impossibility for his big, round head. The tunnel grew lighter and the walls turned in a fleshy pink, pulsating in tune with his own throbbing head. He splashed to a halt in a shallow pool of mucus. The small disc lay beside him, crushed and broken, a bright diamond sparkling amidst its metallic intestines. The cat summoned his body back to his head after finding the reverse impossible and looked up at the grey skies. A thunder in the distance. A stench pervading his pelt. As he approached the diamond sparkling in snot, his eye fell on a metal plate that belonged to the formerly zooming disk. Words were engraved on it which said: Made in Grudgehaven. The cat had heard of the place, but always thought it was a legend, a fairy tale concocted by the Caterpillar to scare the little Wonderland creatures. He fetched the diamond and set out to find a way back home. The sky above him grumbled deeply and sprayed some acid raindrops around him. If only he could find a rabbit hole...____________Welcome back to GrudgehavenJohn McNee, author of the fabled Grudge Punk, returns with Grudge Punk 2: Petroleum Precinct, taking us back to my favorite city: Grudgehaven. I, along with many others who have read the first installment, have been highly anticipating this sequel and it is with infinite pleasure that I can confirm the following: Petroleum Precinct is everything Grudge Punk was, only bigger, much bigger, and oh yes, better! It carries within it all that was great about Grudge Punk, lives up to its potential and exceeds the expectations of a fan of the first, maybe second, hour. Grudge Punk +While Grudge Punk was a set of short stories that had some important connections between each other, we get a full-fledged novel, basically an epic, that is set in Chupatown, the most dangerous district in a city where even Freddy Krueger would be looking over his shoulder. I'm not going to give anything away with regards to the plot, aside from saying that it's packed with:* mystery (in the detective sense, in the X-Files sense, in the spiritual sense)* strong characters (Literally all of them. I'm not kidding.)* tension* action* love* humor* horrorAnd I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting a dozen of things, so this isn't even an exhaustive list. Petroleum Precinct is the kind of book that could be called a light read, in which the action takes you by the hand and you are smoothly led through the pages. There's no need for interpretations and philosophical meanderings, you just sit back, strap in, and enjoy the roller coaster ride that John McNee has carefully, oh so very carefully, constructed for you. Every turn, every loop, every ascent full of anticipation and every descent full of exhilaration have been meticulously designed by this author. There is speed, but this is coupled with an incredible eye for detail for you to marvel at as you whisk away through the streets of Chupatown and into the depths of Petroleum Precinct. LanguageAs good as Grudge Punk was, it's safe to say that the author has outdone himself here. He has clearly grown as a writer and it shows. While I said in my Grudge Punk review that you shouldn't be expecting a Charles Dickens, I find myself hard-pressed repeating that. McNee's prose is incredibly rich and deep, describing the city and its citizens in vivid detail without it turning into a description heavy work. Let's call it description big-boned, allowing Grudgehaven to turn into a living, breathing organism. You can take a peek at the status updates to get a small taste of this prose, as an appetizer. The conversations are of a Quentin Tarantino level, spiced up with small meaningless circumstantial details like the pouring of a cup of coffee or the smoking of a pipe. All of this ensures that this book reads like a movie, something only the best writers like Cormac McCarthy can pull off. Some more praiseThe imagination of this author seems limitless. It starts with his knack for coming up with names for his sometimes vicious and always colorful characters that seem to sum up their personality and physical quirks. Sternhammer, Merriweather, Seebird, Globus, Chupa Junior, the list goes on. A casual visit to a food factory turns into something an entire mini-series could be based on, rats are used for wine-making, headless orgies are the new thing and then I didn't even mention a particularly trippy trip through the Madman's tunnel. Amid all this strangeness we get level-headed narration, dialogues and inner monologues that ensure that this wild and crazy universe never stops feeling comfortable and homelike. The bigger pictureNo matter how crazy the direction the plot is taking you might seem, it all means something. It's a big, gooey puzzle and rest assured that every slimy piece will fit with another, ensuring a big, consistent picture at the end of the ride, with no question unanswered no matter how outrageous the riddle might seem. ConclusionWhile this is a sequel and I can only keep on recommending to read Grudge Punk, this book can also be read by itself. As someone who has read Grudge Punk I do want to add that I greatly enjoyed the references to characters and events in that book, even answering some questions that were on my mind since reading it. In short: Petroleum Precinct does everything a sequel is supposed to do, and on top of that you can read it as a stand-alone. I can imagine DC Comics and Marvel fanboys participating in cage fights over this, in hopes of their favorite franchise including Grudge Punk in its library. But the truth is that Grudgehaven is above all that. It's in a completely different league. Do me, the author, but mostly yourself a favor and get these books. Oh, I see what you're thinking, you'll add it to your to-read list, right? And then forget all about it, right? I'll have none of that! Go get it NOW. Read it ASAP. And enjoy the ride!!____________The alleyway lay almost deserted as a new acid rainstorm, Category 5, was approaching Grudgehaven. The only movement came from a container, within which a metallic purring resounded. The Old Cat peered out from the trash bin, on the lookout for toads to eat and drunks to rob. The only thing he could teleport in his old days was his paw, but that proved to be enough to stay alive, even thrive. He realised it would be a quiet night as he gazed up at the heavy sky. It was rumbling just like it did on his first day here, now many years ago. So much has happened since then. He had started by looking for a way out, only to find himself fall in love with this crazy, wondrous place. He jumped out of the container, into the rain, and felt the acid raindrops pelt down on its aluminum body treated to withstand even category fives. One of his first and most expensive investments, paid for with a Wonderland Diamond, and a most useful one. The rain was both hot and refreshing, sizzling his skin and exciting all his senses. If anyone else had been outside, the only thing they'd see in the darkened alley was a grin as white as it was wide. A grin of a cat who found his home and had no need for rabbit holes that would only lead back to sanity.
In Petroleum Precinct: Grudge Punk 2, John McNee returns to serve up more of the oily, gritty, grungy, smoggy, smoky “dieselpunk-bizarro-horror-noir” he delivered in his firstGrudge Punk book (see my short review of that if ya want).The setting of the sequel is the same: Grudgehaven (aka The Grudge). Populated by bio-mechanical people, The Grudge is a dystopian metropolis plagued by metal-melting acid rain and rife with mob violence and corrupt cops. While the first Grudge book is a collection of interconnected stories that take place in said town, Petroleum Precinct is a full-blown novel. A 430-pager at that. That’s a bit of a doorstop as far as small press, difficult-to-categorize books are concerned. Are The Grudge, its motley denizens, and its intrigues and secrets interesting enough to justify a 430-page novel?Hell yes, they are. Loaded with action, suspense, and horror/fantasy/pulp elements, Petroleum Precinct is a fantastic read that deals thematically with the idea of bringing order to chaos. The engaging story, brisk pacing, striking characters, crackling dialogue, and punchy, well-wrought prose on display here had a way of making 430 pages feel more like 150. As with Grudge Punk, setting is an important element of its sequel, as much a part of establishing mood as it is a driving force of the plot itself. In particular, much of the action takes place in or around the titular Petroleum Precinct, an ancient police precinct building described as being a “towering gray monolith” predating almost everything around it, an edifice that appeared to be “as deep as she was tall,” where “the basement levels stretched off into darkness, brick corridors winding frantically through shadow.” It’s a genuinely creepy place, kind of House of Leavesy in its own way (Can I glibly turn a book title into an adjective like that? Well, I just did, so I guess I can.) It’s a place that hides a few mysteries, mysteries relating to the very mytho-historical origins of The Grudge itself.What exactly lurks in the bowels of Petroleum Precinct? Don’t ask me cuz I ain’t tellin’. Just read the book, dude/dudette!
I NEED THIS BOOK!!!! I NEED!
I had a good review written up not too long after finishing this awesome book but like an idiot I composed it in a browser on my iPad where it was lost to the aether. Hopefully I can recreate the best parts now that I waited long enough to not be so pissed (although I am still a little bitter).I was really excited when I first saw that this book had been published because I loved A Fat Lot of Bad (in the Tall Tales with Short Cocks vol 4) and Grudge Punk. Grudgehaven is one of the very best settings I have ever encountered, in fact the only knock I have against it is that thee aren't more stories set there! I can but hope that McNee publishes many more Grudge books before I shuffle of this mortal coil.Speaking of the other Grudge works one thing that I really liked about this book was that a couple of really cool characters from A Fat Lot of Bad returned. I hadn't expected that at all since this was a standalone novel. How do I love this book? Let me count the ways!1. The city of Grudgehaven. The street names are great (Halitosis Street, Gangrene Boulevard) and even the weather is interesting. Places such as the Carnaby Cannery, Chupatown and the Petroleum Precinct itself.2. The characters. There is a wide variety of characters from lowly street dwellers to the various detectives to Sternhammer. Not only are they all have distinctive personalities but unique to this setting they all have distinctive physical appearances. I got a surge of pleasure every time I read the detailed description of a newly introduced character. I don't know why but reading about steam vents and the various materials from ceramic to plastic to various metals was extremely enjoyable for me.3. The plot. The longer storyline in this book really kept me engaged the entire time. It was a good sort of crime drama/mystery with the added bonus of some supernatural elements. The last scene was awesome and while I had an inkling of what might happen it still took me by surprise.I am still eagerly awaiting another book set in The Grudge. Once I catch wind of one I will definitely be all over it, no more of this waiting around before reading it.