I understand that Moore isn't saying this about women in general, but it's an unrealistic and narrow-minded thing to say about anyone. Similarly, there's a scene where a couple of the characters go to the gym and call the woman that work out there a lot in order to sleep around 'fuck puppets,' basically stating that sex is their sole purpose in life. I think that the comedic value of Christopher Moore's writing can stand on its own without relying on racist stereotypes to get laughs. The main character, Charlie, has two neighbors, a Russian woman and a Chinese woman, and these characters exist pretty much solely as caricatures of their respective nationalities in order to get a laugh.

This has always been a five-star book for me, and I still think that the quality of the story itself is five-star-worthy, but I had to drop the rating to four stars due to some things that I noticed this time through the book that I suppose I didn't pick up on or get bothered by when I was younger. It's hilarious and I greatly enjoy both the wacky plot and the entertaining writing style. This has been one of my favorite books ever since the first time I read it, back when I was in high school. Based on the “what type of male are you” quiz in the back of it, it seems a safe assumption Moore doesn’t spend much time considering whether women read his books or even assume them capable. I’m sure my low rating won't cause too much stress. Every likable concept dwindles into the cringe-y ramblings of what I can only assume is a “Red Pill” reddit subscriber. They are interrupted by characterizations that pass right over stereotyping and skip firmly into the category of straight up racist. But he couldn’t let those things stand on their own. Between endless beta male rantings about the systematic under-appreciation of nice guys (TM), there are some decently clever jokes and bizarre, fantastical events that make for short bouts of enjoyable reading. Unfortunately, what started as a bearable but heavy-handed and overly gendered narration turns into the full on self-described manifesto of the “beta male.” He almost impressively manages to sexualize every single female character in the book- the daughter, the sister, the high school employee, and the underworld spirit crow all included. The concept of a man who inadvertently becomes a death merchant and following along his humorous escapades as he tries to balance a normal life with his new destiny elicits a “Dead Like Me” nostalgia. Probably the most frustrating part of this book is that Moore is actually a good writer, if he laid off his propaganda long enough that you could almost enjoy one of his books.

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